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

 

DO  NOT  READ  IF  YOU  ARE  UNDER  18  YEARS  OF  AGE

 

Or

 

IF  READING  SEXUALLY-EXPLICIT  MATERIAL  AT  YOUR  CURRENT  AGE

IS  ILLEGAL  IN  YOUR  GOVERNED  LOCATION

 

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 any 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 continues in Episodes 013 and 014 and concludes in Episode 015.

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

                      Note ~ This story will continue in a future episode.

        Episodes 007 ~ 012: "Bank Robberies in Titanville?  Surely, you Jester!" (Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6/Conclusion)

        Episodes 013 ~ 015 "The Mysterious Madame Perloine and the Proficient Professor Pricken" (Parts 4, 5, and 6/Conclusion)

        Episodes 016 ~ 021: "To Bee or Not to Bee?  That Is the Question..." (Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6/Conclusion)

        Episodes 022 ~ xxx: "Adonis Ensorcell, the Sorcerous Financial Wizard" (Part 1/Conclusion)

        Episodes 023 ~ 026: "Lights! ... Camera!! ... Stand-by Stunt-cocks!!! ...... Action!!!!" (Parts 1, 2, 3, and 4/Conclusion)

        Episodes 027 ~ 028: "The Disgraced AGENCY Scientist, Dr. Sam Zordenson, a.k.a. RoboCock" (Parts 1 and 2/Conclusion)

        Episodes 029 ~ xxx: "♫ ... Some Turning and Some Mistletoe, Help to Make the Superheroines Alight ... ♫" (Part 1/Conclusion)

       - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

     The keyword 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 other 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 029 ~

"♫ ... Some Turning and Some Mistletoe, Help to Make the Superheroines Alight ... ♫"

(Part 1/Conclusion)

by

Titanville

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

 

     Superheroines Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx were finally enjoying a quiet late morning at The AGENCY.  The day before Christmas, and pretty much the entire week before Christmas, was generally a quiet one in the company which was usually busy with the normal hustle and bustle of crime-fighting in the metropolis of Titanville.  For the citizens of Titanville, responses to late-arriving greeting cards had to be written and mailed...  Last-minute presents had to be purchased and wrapped...  Christmas trees had to be finally obtained and trimmed...  Wassail had to be prepared and imbibed...  Cookies and milk had to be purchased so that Santa Claus would not go without...  There were a thousand and one things for the residents of Titanville to be busy with on Christmas Eve.

     And generally, the planning of and the committing of crime was not on anyone's holiday to-do list.

     But unfortunately, the planning of and the committing of the crime of theft was right at the top of some of Titanville citizen's holiday 'to-do' list.  Namely, miscreant's holiday 'to-do' lists.  And unfortunately, there was yet another thing on some of those extra-vile villain's holiday 'to-do' list: any superheroine or superheroines who happened to get in the way of their felonious filchings.

 

♫ Chestnuts roasting on an open fire

Jack Frost nipping at your nose

Yuletide carols being sung by a choir

And folks dressed up like Eskimos ♫

 

     "Oooh, turn the radio up!  I love this song!!" Emerald Minx called happily to her superheroine partner, Emerald Lynx.

     Emerald Lynx liked "The Christmas Song" too and promptly reached-over and adjusted the volume-knob since she was sitting closest to the radio.  The two festive superheroines were alone in the common break-room at The AGENCY.  'The AGENCY' was the common name that local Titanville residents gave to the well-known and well-respected company formally known as 'Superheroines Against Greed, Endangerment, and other Criminal Yearnings'.  But even superheroines called their employer 'The AGENCY' simply because it was so much easier and quicker to say the acronym.

 

♫ Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe

Help to make the season bright

Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow

Will find it hard to sleep tonight ♫

 

     "Why do they call our company 'The AGENCY' and not 'The SAGENCY'?" Emerald Minx suddenly inquired of her busty partner.

     If one is inquiring, of all things, about one's company acronym, then it really is a quiet morning for the business of crime-fighting in Titanville.  Emerald Lynx arched her eyebrow for a moment in thought, and then, not really knowing what the answer was, thought for another second and came-up with her own response.

 

♫ They know that Santa's on his way

He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh

And every mother's child is gonna spy

To see if reindeer really know how to fly ♫

 

     "Probably because there is no 'sag' in any of the superheroines employed here!" Emerald Lynx replied while trying to keep a straight face.  "Can you imagine how many thieves and cretins we would capture if we were all sagging?!?"

     Emerald Minx chuckled at her teammate's response but only for a moment.  After thinking to herself for a moment or two, the brash and busty young heroine then walked over to a mirror to check-out her ample bosom in the mirror's reflection.

 

♫ And so I'm offering this simple phrase

To kids from one to ninety two

Although it's been said many times,

Many ways, Merry Christmas to you ♫

 

     "Sounds good to me!  I'd rather work for a company called 'The AGENCY' instead of one called 'The SAGENCY' anyways!" Emerald Minx declared.  "Ain't no 'sag' in these here puppies!!"

     The smiling and smirking, as well as sassy and feisty, superheroine was spot-on.  Emerald Minx's perfectly rounded and perfectly shaped tanned and temping titties were full and firm with not a measure of sagging.  Sir Isaac Newton would be positively proud, and his penis would be perfectly poised for that matter, if he could see Emerald Minx's bodacious breasts.  The heroine had no worries when it came to the force of gravity.  Well, perhaps in thirty years she might have to worry about gravity affecting her breasts, but thirty years is some ways down the road.

 

♫ And so I'm offering this simple phrase

To kids from one to ninety-two

Although it's been said many times

Many ways, Merry Christmas to you ♫

 

     The perky superheroine continued to check herself out in the floor-length mirror of the break-room.

     Even Emerald Lynx couldn't help but ogle her most-shapely and most-alluring superheroine partner as she posed in front of the mirror.  Emerald Minx possessed an unquestionably rousing rack.  The only thing that made her younger partner's rack even more rousing was when Emerald Minx's nimble nipples straightened and extended in excited arousement.

     Emerald Lynx held her gaze upon her sexy superheroine colleague as Emerald Minx began posing in a seductive superheroine stance while still standing in front of the mirror.  The headlong and heedless heroine enjoyed posing in the majestic stance while taking-in the vision of her sexy position - the cute cock-tease enjoyed watching herself in the mirror.  Emerald Minx possessed not only magnificent breasts, but the cocksure cutie also possessed an impetuous and self-asserting personality.  It helped that the minx-like fox was also bold and brazen.

     In simpler words, she was just the type of girl most men wanted to fuck.  And, for that matter, if truth be known, many women wanted to fuck her as well.

     Emerald Minx looked simply delicious standing with her steady feet angled hotheadedly, her muscular legs spread untactfully, her powerful arms spread-out incautiously, her locked elbows bent impudently, her strong hands grasping her slender hips presumingly, her titanic breasts thrusting-out vivaciously, her dimpled chin held uppityly, and her steadfast gaze staring forwardly.

     At this point, Emerald Lynx got-up from the table and walked over to the mirror.  And then she placed a quick and friendly kiss on her young partner's left cheek and smiled.  The older superheroine also gave the younger superheroine a quick tap on her firm and solid behind as she kissed her face-cheek.

     "Don't worry, you still look gorgeous!  Nothing's changed since yesterday!!" Emerald Lynx teased the posing and imposing young-spirited superheroine.

     Usually it was Emerald Minx who did the teasing.  The flirtatious and foxy minx-like superheroine was always coming-on to those various criminals and cohorts that came across the teammates' path.  The feisty heroine enjoyed the power she had over men with her sexy and sultry body.  Emerald Minx knew how to use her feminine curves to her great advantage.  Scores of jailed cretins at Titanville State Prison could offer testimony to that fact.

     Emerald Lynx was no slouch in her own right.

     The busty and bosomy older superheroine partner had just as much swagger and sway as her junior ally.  If anything, she possessed an even more curvy and feminine frame than her luscious and lively youthy partner.  Suggestively sultry too.  Where Emerald Minx showed-forth a tanned and teasing sinfully-cute face, Emerald Lynx's face was honest and simply beautiful.

     As there were score of cells at the prison that held cretins who bemoaned the sight and thought of the sensual and sexual superheroine Emerald Minx, there was an equal amount of cells of miscreants who bemoaned the thought and vision of the sexual and sensual superheroine Emerald Lynx.

     The song had finished and Emerald Minx broke from her superheroine posing stance and walked back to the table to turn the radio back down.  But the noon news was just about to start.

     "Don't turn that down just yet...  Let's listen to the noon news and see if anything happened in Titanville this morning which might require our services later this afternoon or tonight!" Emerald Lynx stated enthusiastically.

     It was a good thing that the superheroines changed from their positions by the mirror to settle back at the table to listen to the news.  The first item of interest caught their ears and each brunette beauty straightened-up and careened to hear the details.

     "You're listening to W.T.I.T., Titanville's number one news and music station, it is now twelve o'clock.  Time for the noon news...  Well, count one more Titanville family who has been hit by the annual Christmas grinch who has made home burglary an increasing nuisance once again during this holiday time of year.  Titanville police are reporting late this morning that another home on well-respected Mahogany Drive was broken-into last night.  There are no further details being released at this moment."

     "Yes, it sounds like a Christmas grinch is alive and well in Titanville once again.  This makes the fifth year in a row that the section of the city known for its well-to-do families and larger-than-life mansions has been hit yet again by a thief or a group thieves.  Seems like Santa Claus has a most-naughty culprit, or perhaps a clan of most-naughty culprits, running roughshod over Titanville.  I hope the man in red has enough coal to stuff into someone's stocking! ...  In world news today..."

     Both Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx were going to listen to the world news, but their attention was diverted by Case Analyst #8 standing at the doorway.  The analyst was waving his hand as if to say 'follow me'.  Both superheroines quickly vaulted over to the door and followed the analyst to his office.  Once there, the news was exactly what the glowing superheroines expected: they were being assigned to the now-open case to capture the 'Holiday Hooligans', as the media was now calling the thieves who were hitting the biggest and priciest homes in Titanville.

     Before one could sing the first verse of "The Twelve Days of Christmas", the emerald-green costumed cuties were on their respective powercycles and cruising to the scene of the crime on Mahogany Drive.  And then before one could sing all twelve verses of the holiday song, Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx arrived at the mansion that was hit as they guided their cycles up the half-circle driveway and parked.

     "Well if it isn't two of Santa's elves coming to check out the scene of the crime!" The lead-officer exclaimed once he saw the two superheroines sauntering up the driveway to the magnificent home.  "I don't suppose you happen to know what I'm getting for Christmas from my wife, do you?"

     Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx laughed kiddingly but they knew the officer had a point - they did rather look like two cute elves in their superheroine costumes as they dismounted from their rides and sashayed their sweet and supple bodies on the way to the front door to get details from the lead-officer.

     Emerald Lynx, whose real name was Ashley Donaldson, was twenty-seven years of age.  She stood 5' 5" tall and weighed 127 pounds.  Her medium frame showcased a shapely and seductive body.  She was trusting and determined with a no-nonsense personality.  Her very large breasts were quite bouncy and quite hypnotic.  Ashley's sparkling green eyes were stunning and quite an addition to her enticing body.  Two words best described the lynx's body: curvy and seductive.  The captivating Caucasian brunette possessed a soft and beautiful face.  Her cleavage could be described with the same two words: soft and beautiful.

     At the young age of twenty, Emerald Minx, whose real name was Alisa Trond, also stood 5' 5" tall and weighed 115 pounds.  Her medium frame showcased an athletic and firm body.  She was very shapely and had quick moves like that of a cat, or minx.  Her lovely breasts were very ample and very firm.  Alisa's green eyes added to her deliciously and tantalizingly cute face.  Moreover, she had legs to die for - curvy and athletic.  The beautiful Caucasian brunette possessed a teasing and spunky personality - her tanned good-looks certainly added to her fun and sassy traits.

     Emerald Lynx had been the first superheroine to wear the attractive lynx-like costume of varying hues of dark-green stripes on her low-cut spandex top.  She wore a black mini-skirt.  She wore dark-green panties under her skirt but did not wear nylons - she preferred the bare-legged look.  She did, however, wear black socks on her secretive and seductive feet.  Because she so loved Emerald Lynx's costume, Emerald Minx was allowed to duplicate it for her own superheroine persona in almost every detail.  But Emerald Minx wore a flared black mini-skirt which was more in keeping with the superheroine's sassy and feisty style.  Emerald Minx chose not to wear any socks and preferred to go bare-foot in her boots.

     Both superheroines wore a neck choker which was black leather encrusted with faux-emeralds - they each also wore black leather wrist bracelets encrusted also with faux-emeralds.  And both superheroines wore capes with an exterior color which was a beautiful emerald-green color and possessed a very-rich sheen to it.  Their cape's inner-linings were the same emerald-green color with the same shimmery sheen.  Lastly, each heroine wore a cute headband on their respective head which was highlighted by two small pointy cat's ears.

     Emerald Lynx's powerbelt was the same beautiful emerald-green color as her cape but possessed a metallic and sparkling finish.  The letters 'EL' were emblazoned on her powerbelt.  Emerald Minx's powerbelt was the same color and finish as Emerald Lynx's powerbelt but the letters 'EM' were emblazoned on it.

     For the holidays, both superheroines had chosen to wear dark-burgundy colored leather ankle-boots, instead of their normal black ankle-boots.  They had also chosen to wear dark-burgundy colored leather wrist-length gloves, instead of their normal black wrist-length gloves.  Also, both feisty foxes now wore dark-burgundy colored masks.  This was a change from Emerald Lynx's normal dark-green mask and Emerald Minx's normal black mask.  And lastly, both super-hot heroine now wore dark-burgundy colored Santa hats with white furry trim and white pom-poms.

     Walking together, Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx looked like identical sisters and like cute identical elves with their emerald-green and dark-burgundy attire.  They were each the same height and general weight.  And, they were each brunette with luscious and curvy bodies.  The fact that they were wearing almost identical superheroine costumes certainly contributed to the fact that they looked like identical sisters.  And the fact that they were wearing holiday colors assuredly made them look like two of Santa Claus' elves.

     In essence, they were almost identical sex-kitten-elves.

     Let Herbie from "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" become that darn dentist that the misfit wanted to be.  This writer would stay an elf if it means getting to work next to Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx!

     Meow!!

     As the lead-officer watched the elf-like superheroines approach, he quickly wondered if Santa-wife would allow these two hot sex-kittenish-elves to sit on his lap and play with his 'candy cane'.  Or, would Santa-wife consider that just a little too naughty.  The lead-officer then quickly frowned to himself when he knew what Santa-wife's answer would be.

 

* * * * * * *

 

     There was not too much information that the lead-officer at the crime-scene could give to Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx.  The mansion had been broken into and ransacked.  The usual items were taken: jewelry, computers, wide-screen TV, and some camera equipment.  There were also some unusual items, including antiques, taken in the theft.  And, the owner's wall-safe had been found and emptied of a large sum of cash.

     Fortunately, the owner and his family had been away for a few days and were not present during the robbery.  The family had just returned that morning so they could be home for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day before embarking on a holiday trip to London for New Year's.

     As the small force of responding officers had yet to canvass the neighbors for any clues, the eager superheroines volunteered for that task.  Soon, the shapely superheroine-elves were ringing doorbells and asking anyone who answered if they had seen anything at the mansion in question the evening before.  But their results were rather dismal - nobody had seen anything or were at least willing to share something.

     That is, until they rang the doorbell on a smaller home at the end of the street.  The answering owner hardly said a word as he handed the superheroines a small note and spoke softly through the quarter-opened door.

     "I was walking my dog before heading to bed...  Just about midnight...  Saw a white van in the driveway, which looked suspicious to me.  License plate is written on the note.  Please don't ask for my name or number..." the owner quickly said before closing the door.

     And that was that.  Both superheroines looked at each other and widened their eyes.  It wasn't the first time that someone really didn't want to get involved.  At least they now had a clue.

     In twenty minutes time, Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx were back at The AGENCY logging into the Department of Motor Vehicles' registry database and tracking down the van's owner.  They had their answer in an instant: the van was registered to Balder-Frigg University, one of the well-known Ivy League institutions of higher learning located right there in Titanville.

     And then in another twenty minutes time, Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx were at the vehicle garage at Balder-Frigg University and being helped by one of the young students working in the department as part of the university's Work-Study scholarship program.

     "Let's see now, that passenger van was signed-out last night to a Professor Frank Furkmansire.  And now...  let's see...  oh yes, Professor Furkmansire teaches in the Botany Department and is also the coach of our Red Claws gymnastics team." the helpful and pretty coed indicated to the interested superheroines.  "They had a meet last night and I heard we won.  Walked, I mean bounced and bounded, all over the team from Jade University!"

     "Red Claws?!?" Emerald Lynx asked questionably but excitedly.

     "Oh, that's our university nickname...  We're the Balder-Frigg Red Claws!!" the co-ed answered proudly.  "I think it's supposed to mean that we have ripped our opponents to shreds and now have bloody claws...like we're mean and nasty so to speak...kinda gross but to the point, I suppose."

     "Any chance we can see the vehicle?" Emerald Minx asked in a polite voice.  "We have reason to believe that it may have been involved in an unreported accident..."

     The coed glanced around but then nodded with her head to the door to the garage area.

     The coed was short and attractive, with a nice well-kept athletic frame.  Emerald Lynx pegged her to be about 5' tall.  She wore black pants, black sneakers, and a grey polo short with the university emblem on the upper-left area.  She didn't have large breasts but she didn't have petite breasts either.  Actually, her smallish breasts looked to be very rounded and shapely.  Overall, with her dirty-blonde and short-cropped hair, and her cute puppy-doggish brown eyes, the coed was your typical college student: pretty and generally 'with-it'.

     "It should be in there somewhere, help yourself..." the coed said.  "People usually return it unlocked...Oh...and it looks like the same vehicle has been signed-out tonight for another gymnastics function.  There's a note that says 'Nutcracker - Viewing ballet as part of team dance training' as the reason."

     Both superheroines were happy to have found someone who could help, was willing to help, but wasn't asking too many questions as to why the heroines were so curious about this university van in particular.

     After thanking the student for her help, the two inquisitive superheroines entered the garage and quickly found the van based upon its license plate.  It was parked in a row of similar and nondescript vans.  And after finding the vehicle open but clueless, after a quick but thorough search, Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx could only look at each other and shrug their slender shoulders.

     "Nothing like a little AGENCY homing device to help track-down where this vehicle might end-up!" Emerald Minx then said coyly and mischievously, like one of Santa's true elves, as she bent down and attached the homing device under the rear bumper of the van.

     Emerald Lynx looked around, somewhat nervously, as her youthful partner planted the bug on the vehicle.  Emerald Minx looked-up and saw her partner's nervous condition.

     "Hey, just trying to figure out if the Red Claws gymnastics team belongs on Santa's naughty or nice list..." Emerald Minx added as she closed the small hidden compartment on her powerbelt which had contained the tracker device.

     On their way out through the vehicle office, each superheroine thanked the coed again for allowing them to locate the vehicle.

     For the pair of delicious dynamos, it was now hurry-up-and-wait time as the gymnastics team was scheduled to be at the Titanville Entertainment Arts Theatre & Show Hall, or 'The T.E.A.T.S.' as it was known in the local vernacular, for the Christmas Eve performance of the famous holiday ballet, "The Nutcracker", at 7:00 PM.

     Lately, 'The T.E.A.T.S. was better known for the November rape of Rhiannon Penneybecker, the recent winner of the 2015 Senior Miss Titanville Pageant.  Miss Penneybecker had been raped by 'RoboCock'.  RoboCock was the nut who had cracked, been captured, but then had escaped from Titanville's Therapeutic Center for Acute Mental Examination and Disposition, or 'T.A.M.E.D.' as it was known locally.  The raping fiend was still at-large.

     Hopefully, for the still-nervous citizens of Titanville, there would be no nut cracking-up, and raping anyone, at the night's performance of Peter Tchaikovsky's "The Nutcracker".

 

* * * * * * *

 

     Later that evening, Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx viewed intently the non-blinking blip on the screen which indicated that the van-target was not moving.  The current location of the homing device, attached to the underside of the van's rear bumper, very-much appeared to be a parking lot at the Titanville Entertainment Arts Theatre & Show Hall.

     "Well, it looks like the gymnastics team attended the ballet like it was supposed to do..." Emerald Lynx said as the two of them sat at the tracking workstation inside the Intel room deep inside The AGENCY.  "I think we'll know soon enough if the van gets returned to the university or if there is an unannounced side-venture on the evening's agenda!"

     "And if that van goes somewhere where it shouldn't, then Santa's elves Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx will be there to bounce and bound all over the team and their coach!" the excited Emerald Minx added sharply as she punched her right clenched fist into the palm of her left hand.

     The two superheroines were still wearing their dark-burgundy ankle-boots, dark-burgundy wrist-length gloves, dark-burgundy masks, and dark-burgundy Santa hats, which, combined with their emerald-green costumes, made them still look like sexy and seductive elves.  They had both noticed that the blip started blinking, which indicated that the suspect vehicle had commenced moving.  And then sure enough, the blip finally started slowly moving on the screen.  Emerald Lynx glanced at the time and nodded her head.  Based upon the expected length of the ballet, and allowing for a short time to elapse for the team and coach to return to the parked van, the timeframe for actions was going as expected.

     "We'll know soon enough!" Emerald Minx then offered, echoing and confirming what Emerald Lynx had said seconds earlier.

     For another fifteen minutes or so, the spying and snooping pair watched as the blip slowly blinked and bobbed on the map.

     "I'm pretty sure it's turning onto Mahogany Drive!!!" Emerald Lynx indicated excitedly.  "They're nowhere near the university!!!"

     In the next minute or so, the blip appeared to turn, perhaps into someone's driveway, and then stop.  Emerald Minx checked the final coordinates of the now-unmoving target.  The blip was no longer blinking.

     "Bingo!  6969 Mahogany Drive!!  We've got 'em!!!" Emerald Minx blurted-out, unable to contain or control her excitement.  "Now it's time for our burgundy-gloved claws to do some ripping and shredding!!!!"

     At that, Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx bounded from the Intel room.  Five minutes later, they were on their powercycles and headed for one of the most-fashionable and one of the most-upscale resident addresses in Titanville: Mahogany Drive.  Their blood was pumping.  Although, neither one actually figured or expected that blood was going to be spilled.

     In no time, the silky and sleuthy pair were parking their hushed powercycles inside the curved driveway of one of the larger mansions that was home to one of Titanville's financial elite.  There was a nice thicket of trees which would hide the perky pair's powercycles.  As they then turned their attention to the home and proceeded to stoop and crouch, there it was - the same white passenger van they had seen at the university was parked at the top of the semi-circle by the front door.  The van was once again empty of occupants, but it had the same license plate as reported in the neighborly clue.

     And this time, there would be nosy neighbors.  Tall pine trees surrounded the property line on all sides, including in front of the semi-circled driveway leading to and from Mahogany Drive.  Even when looking from the road, one couldn't tell that there was a suspicious van now parked right in front of the residence.

     Only about twenty minutes had elapsed since Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx had first seen the blinking blip stop.  And now the scintillating and titillating superheroines were ready to make the gymnastics team and their coach stop whatever it was that they were doing at the pricey mansion.

     "Let's see if we can get inside from the back!" Emerald Lynx whispered to her compatriot.

     "Right behind ya!!" Emerald Minx answered softly, but briskly and brazenly.

     Two cat-like figures then angled and sashayed their way to the back of the large mansion and found a service entrance.  Just as she had been trained, Emerald Lynx then squeezed the door frame and door apart.  In seconds they were in.  And inside the mansion with no alarms sounding.  They could hear talking coming from the front portion of the abode and proceeded to determine who was doing the talking.  As they got closer, they could hear the voice of a younger-sounding girl speaking.

     "All set Professor Furkmansire, the decoration is complete and exactly where you directed." is what both Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx heard as they approached what they figured to be the living room area.

     "Vixen, how many times do I have to remind you?  Call me 'Red Claws'!!" is what Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx then heard as they reached the framed entry to the living room - the annoyed voice sounded like it came from an older-sounding man.

     Once they peered into the giant living room, the superheroines were overwhelmed by what they saw.

     First, the room itself was as big as some people's homes.  It was two stories high and had a high arching ceiling.  A curvy grand staircase filled one corner of the room as it wound its way to the second floor.  Second, the room had been decorated for Christmas to the max.  There was festive garland and holiday gleam everywhere.  In the corner opposite the grand staircase was a giant twenty-foot Christmas tree.  And in the middle between the staircase and the Christmas tree was a humongous marble fireplace.  The mantle of the fireplace was decorated with many expensive-looking antique Santa Claus figures and other holiday-themed trinkets.

     It looked like something out of a Christmas-time movie or holiday-themed commercial.  Everything looked perfect and everything looked like it had been placed appropriately in its perfect place.

     But perhaps what was most overwhelming was who was in the room.  From their somewhat hidden vantage-point, the emerald-costumed Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx counted nine figures.  There were eight short and cute-looking girls and one tall and robust man.  It was now easy to determine who 'Mr. Red Claws' was as he was the only male standing in the room.  And considering what day it was, the day before Christmas, the rotund man certainly could have passed for one Santa Claus.

     Possessing a relatively neatly-trimmed white beard and hair as white as snow, the man wasn't exactly elderly but the man also wasn't about to run a marathon.  And it was obvious that the leader, the one called 'Red Claws', hadn't run a marathon in years.  The man was overweight but not in a grandiose way.  If he had wanted to dissuade people from thinking of him as Santa Claus, the man had chosen a poor wardrobe to do so.  'Red Claws' was wearing bright red pants and a bright-red short coat.  His big black calve-height boots also added to his definite portrayal of the famous Christmas-time gift-giver.

     Probably more intriguing was what Red Claws' eight helpers were wearing.

     It appeared that they were all wearing their body-hugging gymnastic-team leotards.  Their uniforms clung tightly to their youthful bodies and were red in color with a single white stripe down their elbow-length sleeves.  The stripes also went down both sides of their leotards from just underneath their armpits to the top of their suggestive hips.  Their legs were totally bare from their hip-hugging leotards to their feet.  They wore green curved-toe booties on their bare-feet as well as green Santa hats with white pom-poms on their heads.  All eight wore light-green colored face masks which concealed their identities.  Their masks color-coordinated well with their red uniform-leotards and green booties and hats.

     All eight looked like cute and cuddly Santa Claus elves.  Or, perhaps cute and cuddly 'Red Claws' elves.  And to add to that, all eight gymnasts looked fit and trim.  None appeared to be overly buxom or busty, but all possessed shapely and obviously feminine youthful bodies.  Their legs all looked especially muscular with sculptured calves and thighs.

     One thing that caught Emerald Minx's eyes was that all eight of the elf-like gymnasts wore name-tags.  And what was especially eye-catching were the names: Blitzen, Comet, Cupid, Dancer, Dasher, Donner, Prancer, and Vixen.  They were all named for Santa Claus' reindeer.  Vixen was standing close to Red Claws and appeared to possibly be the lead gymnast of the energetic group.  The lead girl was correcting her conversation from just seconds earlier.

     "Sorry, 'Red Claws', I keep forgetting your wishes.  But as I was saying, the decorating is complete.  We'll be ready for them!" Vixen indicated in a rather vixen-like voice.

     "Thank you, Vixen." Red Claws now said in a kinder voice.  "I don't know if they'll even show, but the immediate time will be the judge of that!  In the meantime, direct my Pussy-cats to continue collecting all the Christmas cheer down here while I look upstairs!!"

     Indeed, the eight busy gymnast-elves were all busy collecting and packing 'the Christmas cheer', a wide and expensive-looking assortment of Christmas decorations and other valuables, into various boxes and placing them by the front door.

     Emerald Lynx looked at Emerald Minx and winked.  Emerald Minx returned the wink.  Their mutual communication was swift yet succinct.  Both knew the other's thoughts and both were ready for action.  Burgundy-colored gloved 'claws' were at the ready.

     "THE ONLY JUDGE YOU'RE ALL GOING TO SEE IS THE ONE DOWN AT LOCK-UP!!!" Emerald Lynx shouted as she jumped into the living room and posed in a perfect superheroine stance.

     "AND THE ONLY CHRISTMAS CHEER YOU'RE GONNA HEAR WILL BE THE CHEERS OFFERED BY TITANVILLE CITIZENS WHEN YOUR CELL DOORS CLOSE BEHIND YOU AND YOUR THIEVING DAYS ARE OVER!!!!" Emerald Minx exclaimed as she too jumped into the living room and posed in a perfect superheroine stance while she punched her open left palm with her clenched right fist.

     Red Claws was surprised, but not startled, by the two bounding superheroines entering the tremendous living room space.  The eight gymnast-elves stopped what they were doing to also take-in the sight of the two fetching females entering their thieving midst.

     "And who says we're all going down to lock-up my festive foxes?!?" Red Claws quickly asked as he turned and finally spied the costumed cuties posing before him.

     "WE say you're going down to county lock-up!  We, the superheroines Emerald Minx and Emerald Lynx!!" Emerald Lynx stated audaciously as both superheroines took that moment to thrust their magnificent breasts out even further and tilt their brunette heads at cocksure and contemptuous angles.

     All activity in the room now completely stopped as nine sets of eyes took-in the tasty and terrific sight of two sightly and shapely superheroines standing together in perfect superheroine stances: heads held highly, eyes gazing steadfastly, arms folded-out but bent at the elbows menacingly, hands gathered on rounded hips stalwartly, breasts thrust magnificently, legs spread suggestively, booted-feet angled alluringly, vaginal outlines presented daringly, if not erotically.

     "Look, my Pussy-Cats, look and see what beautiful and bodacious elves have decided to join us for some Christmas cheer!" Red Claws announced irreverently and cockily.

     Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx laughed at the hearing of the words 'Christmas cheer'.

     "My, my, my, such insolence from such delicious-looking elfins on Christmas Eve no less.  I'm glad I brought some hard and coal-like nuggets for you, my feisty ones!" Red Claws stated as he scratched his balls from the outside of his pants.  "I can guess already that the younger one on the right is the 'Emerald Minx' heroine.  You're aptly named as you definitely possess minx-like qualities."

     Red Claws was instantly taken with Emerald Minx's cute and teasing face and sinfully seductive body - he also hadn't missed the superheroine's abject fist-in-palm punching and overall spriteness.

     "I love to fuck young hot-headed girls with minx-like qualities, right Vixen?!?!?" Red Claws answered as he turned his head towards Vixen.

     The vixen-like Vixen had moved into her own superheroine-like stance by placing her hands on her hips in a most disdainful show.  Vixen further showed her cavalier attitude towards the posing and imposing superheroines by tilting her own head in a cocky and insolent manner.  As Red Claws had been instantly taken with Emerald Minx, Vixen was already taken by the sultry and juicy sight of Emerald Lynx.

     "Right, Red Claws!!" Vixen answered swaggeringly.  "The only question is does the hot-headed one also give hot head?!?!?" the vixen-ish Vixen added.

     Emerald Minx wanted to jump right in the face of Vixen and show her some hot-headedness, but chose to remain calm, although her blood was boiling.  Neither superheroine moved.

     "I wonder if instead of going downtown with us, this other superheroine called, what was it, 'Emerald Lynx', would prefer to go down on me?!?!?" Red Claws asked of Vixen in a most-curious tone.

     Vixen continued looking at Emerald Lynx, like she was sizing-up the superheroine from cat's-ears headband to booted toes for a few seconds.

     "Yeah, she looks like she could suck a mean cock.  And remember Red Claws, I mean a 'mean cock' in a nice way.  No offense intended!!" Vixen said directly.

     "No offense taken, Vixen!" Red Claws replied without falter.  "But I think someone else is offended..."

     Now it was Emerald Lynx's turn to stand there and let her blood boil.  She really wanted to give some 'red claws' to Red Claws.  Red claws, as in blood-red claws.

     "Allow me to introduce myself, my name is 'Red Claws', and I am a master thief.  And these are my 'Pussy-cats'.  They are my felonious felines that aid and abet me during this holiday time of year.  Since they are my 'reined-in dears', and will do everything that their master tells them to do, I have named them after Santa Claus' own reindeer.  I can't wait until you yourselves also become 'reined-in' and become my special slaves to my sexy desires!!" Red Claws detailed.

     Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx could only listen and then glance at each other with 'Is this guy for real?' questioning looks on their puzzled faces.  They decided it was time to end the conversation.  They started to move their hands from their lithesome hips and raise them in new defensive postures.  But Red Claws saw their actions and was one step ahead of them.

     "Get them my Pussy-cats!!  GET THEM!!!" Red Claws shrieked.

 

* * * * * * *

 

     Although the eight gymnasts were good, that is they were bouncing and bounding and in magnificent shape, Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx were trained for fighting.  Even though eight to two sounds like a mismatch, the superheroines had the upper-hand from the start.

     Comet and Cupid went for Emerald Minx first.  Both did quick running starts and then did a series of flips and somersaults before landing in front of the feisty heroine.  But Emerald Minx was waiting for the two when they stuck their landings - both gymnasts had their legs taken-out from under them as Emerald Minx had quickly stooped and swept her legs from left to right in an arching take-down style.  Comet and Cupid then each received a quick chop to the base of their respective neck.  The chops hurt but the two gymnasts quickly rolled and retreated.

     Dancer and Donner then aimed their gaze at Emerald Lynx.  They too did a series of tumbling but kept their balled-up bodies close to the ground.  They were met with vicious kicks to their heads from Emerald Lynx's booted-feet when they tried to rise and attack the superheroine.  Dancer and Donner were dazed but not down for the count.

     Through the first two waves of action, Emerald Minx and Emerald Lynx had only become slightly separated from each other.

     Next for Emerald Minx came Blitzen and Vixen.  But they didn't do any fancy gymnastic moves or tumbles and simply rushed the hot heroine.  Emerald Minx had been expecting and bracing herself for more body tumbles and kicks and was slightly surprised by Blitzen's and Vixen's quick on-rush.  Although Blitzen and Vixen managed to get two quick punches in on Emerald Minx's breasts, the punches were weak and the heroine absorbed the blows before being able to land two nasty and powerful kicks, one on Blitzen and one on Vixen.  Both attacking gymnasts went flying back in the direction from which they came.

     By this time, Dasher and Prancer had tried to dash and prance on Emerald Lynx's face.  But Emerald Lynx was ready for them and each received a brutal kick and uppercut to their muscled guts.  Dasher and Prancer quickly regrouped and paused as they decided how they would next attack.

     On and on the coordinated waves of attack from the eight gymnast-elves continued.  But as mentioned before, eight against two was a mismatch in the superheroines' favor.  Actually, the mismatch was really caused by two superheroines with each wearing one powerful powerbelt, but those are the odds one faces when choosing a life of crime.  And furthermore, when one chooses a life of crime in the AGENCY-supported environs of Titanville.

     Although the eight gymnast-elves were valiant, the superheroines' training and powerful bodies were ruling the day.  Soon, it was obvious that the gymnasts were becoming tired and out of answers on how to attack.  All of their tumbling and twirling waves had been met with ferocious kicks, jabs, or punches from Emerald Minx and Emerald Lynx.  They were quickly becoming beaten and beat-up.

     But Red Claws' reined-in dears had been successful in one important way.  They had kept the superheroines very close to the entrance to the living room from whence they had originally jumped-into the immense living room.  And, they had kept the superheroines relatively close together.  What Emerald Minx and Emerald Lynx had failed to notice was that as quickly as the superheroines became somewhat separated from their entrance location, the gymnasts changed their angle of attacks and quickly forced both Emerald Minx and Emerald Lynx back together again.

     And the two cocksure and contemptuous superheroines failed to notice that they were continually being maneuvered specifically back to one general area because, as they gained the upper-hand through their constant kicking, jabbing, punching, and chopping, they also became rather full of themselves.  They knew they were giving a total beat-down to Red Claws' gymnast-elves and they knew that they were going to beat the team in the end and be victorious.

     Very soon, with Emerald Minx and Emerald Lynx standing in the same spot where they had originally posed in their proud and puffed-up superheroine stances, each valiant gymnast tried a solo attack on the superheroine pair.  But each gymnast was totally dazed and finishingly fazed and could barely approach the gloating and glorious superheroines.  Each attack was repelled with a tremendous winding kick to the chin of the respective attacking gymnast.  Each gymnast fell on the spot, down and out of the fight.

     Emerald Minx and Emerald Lynx then took in the sorry sight of eight crumpled and unconscious bodies, albeit youthful bodies untrained in the nuances of fighting, in the immediate semi-circle of their reach.  The high and mighty superheroines returned to their gloating and ego-increasing superheroine stances.

     If at all possible, the heroines' bodacious breasts were being thrust-out with even more pretense and even more bravado.

     "Your naive knaves have all been silenced, Red Claws.  Are you going to now come quietly, or do we have to get rough with you too?" Emerald Lynx admonished and asked in her best bullying voice.

     Red Claws could only stand there and raise his hands slowly.

     "How did you know?  ...  How could you have possibly known where I would be?" Red Claws asked innocently and dejectedly.

     Red Claws couldn't believe he was beaten.

     "Every woman has secrets, Red Claws, and our way of knowing who you are and where you were will stay secret!" Emerald Lynx replied in a blustery and crowing tone.

     Red Claws kept standing with his hands up and with a saddened expression on his face.

     "I give you both credit.  My girls here comprise the best team that I have had in a while.  But you took every tumble and punch that they could give.  They have been humbled, but don't blame them...blame me.  I am their master." Red Claws admitted in his own humbled voice.

     "How did you come to control them?" Emerald Minx then asked as she suddenly began to rock her head, like she was trying to get a hold of her thoughts and feelings.

     Red Claws took a few seconds to answer, choosing his words carefully.

     "Every villain has his secrets too, my seductive minx." Red Claws finally answered before pausing yet again.  "And the way I have controlled my gymnast-elves, who now lie silenced and sprawled before you, will stay secret!"

     Red Claws kept his hands up innocently but was intently eyeing the superheroines.  He had noticed Emerald Minx rocking and nodding her head and was happy, very happy, to see that Emerald Lynx was also doing the same.  Both superheroines had cast their gaze downwards as if they were puzzled by something - they kept blinking their eyes and trying to focus on Red Claws before standing before them.

     "And I must commend you yet again on your quick taking-down of my spritely and beautiful gymnasts.  I must admit that even I at times am taken by their youthful female beauty.  They are so hard to resist.  And their hard breasts are so equally hard to resist.  Their budding bodies are so eager and so willing to learn new things and to be shown new moves..." Red Claws now admitted and surrendered in a transparent voice.

     Neither superheroine was listening.

     Both Emerald Minx and Emerald Lynx were completely engrossed in what was happening to them.  They were becoming heated and aroused.  They kept rolling their heads, as if they were trying to snap-out of some vexing vision.  Their eyes and gazes took-on a new and confused look - a look that indicated that they were each responding to some sort of sexual agony or conflict.  Neither could tell from whence they were being attacked.

     "Yes, the bodies of my eight reined-in dears are so fetching.  And so naive.  They gobble-up every instruction of mine without question.  They support and protect each other with loving hands and loving kisses.  They are a true team - a team that listens to and supports their master at every turn." Red Claws continued.

     But Emerald Minx and Emerald Lynx continued to be encompassed by some unseen force.  They had even started touching themselves and were moaning softly.  Emerald Minx couldn't stop fondling her aching breasts - Emerald Lynx couldn't stop stroking her throbbing vagina.  Emerald Minx spoke first, barely able to annunciate due to her aroused condition.

     "Ashley...  I...  What...  What's ha...ha...happening to us.  I...  I feel...  I feel so...hor...hor...horn....horny.  Fuh...Fuh...Feel...feel like...like...I'm in a cluh...cluh....cluh...cloud.  Kuh...Kuh...Can't sssiss...ssiss...stop tuh...touching...muh...muh...myself..." Emerald Minx said pausingly and agonizingly - she could barely get the words out.

     "Nuh...Nuh...no...no...cluh...cluh...clue.  My...my...my puh...puh...pussy's...on...on...on fuh...fuh...fire..." Emerald Lynx responded, also barely able to get the words out.

     Not only had the too-confident superheroines failed to notice that they had been constantly maneuvered back into one specific spot, but they also had failed to notice that Red Claws had been stalling for time.

     Red Claws now returned his upraised hands to his sides - he then felt inside his pocket for the trusty remote and patted it, being careful to not turn it off.

     During the last remnants of their fight with the eight gymnast-elves, neither superheroine had seen or witnessed Red Claws take the remote out of his pocket and turn something on.  It was just as well, what the red-suited villain had turned-on was not in front of them but above them.  In their haste to enter the living room and confront Red Claws and his gymnast-elves, they hadn't seen the decoration put into place by Vixen, the lead gymnast-elf.

     Upon first arriving in the large living room, Red Claws had conducted an initial survey of the mansion's entrances and had quickly surmised that the suspecting superheroines would enter from the rear of the mansion.  Thus, he had guessed correctly the main and wide doorframe from which the sexy superheroines would make their entrance into the living room.  That is why he had Vixen install a special decoration high above the entrance-way.

     Without a ladder it was difficult, but by forming a human pyramid with her seven other teammates, it was easy to attach the long pole with its strong suction cup to the ceiling just inside and above the entrance-way that allowed one to enter the living room from the hallway leading from the kitchen.

     And at the end of the long pole, on a twirling mechanism, was a special sprig of mistletoe.  The ample piece of mistletoe had been specially dipped into Red Claws' secret mixture of pheromones and aphrodisiacs.  Red Claws, actually Professor Furkmansire, was a botanist and liked the holiday history behind mistletoe.  The professor also dabbled in chemistry and had been able to develop a sinister and corrupting lesbianish love potion.

     Call it mind-control if you so choose.

     Professor Furkmansire preferred to call it mistletoe-control.  The perverse plant-fiend delighted in the devious and diabolic way he was thus able to control and tap the gymnastic team-members of which he was the coach.  'Tap' as in to utilize their youthful and commanding bodies to join him in his thieving ploys.  And 'tap' as in to fondle and fuck their same youthful and commanding bodies.

     By not seeing Red Claws use the remote, neither superheroine was aware that a forbidding piece of mistletoe was now rotating around and around above their know-it-all heads.  The silent rotations of the mistletoe forced wave after wave of pernicious particles to wander into the air and float-down upon the unsuspecting superheroines.

     It was only a matter of time before Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx would breathe-in the molesting molecules and succumb to their instigating lesbianish love-kindling manifestations.  And once inhaled, the motion-love-potion results were almost instantaneous.

     The chemicals first attacked that part of the brain which controlled inhibitions.  Basically, each superheroine was left with no capacity to resist or fight their previous inhibitions.  And then second, certain chemicals then provoked and inflamed that part of the brain which controls sexuality - the hypothalamus.  The hypothalamus is located below the thalamus, just above the brainstem, and is what makes each of us heterosexual, homosexual, or bisexual.  On a direct and attacking mission course, the chemicals provoked and inflamed the specific nuclei in the hypothalamus that stoke and invoke homosexuality.

     Simply said, Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx were being turned into raging lesbians.

     From there, the aphrodisiacs attacked the breasts, nipples, and vagina of each respective superheroine.  Call the aphrodisiacs 'Spanish Fly' if you collectively prefer, but there were specific chemical elixirs floating down upon the besieged superheroines which would affect each feminine region.  The elixirs were potent and voracious.  Upon induction into the superheroines' bodies, neither Emerald Lynx nor Emerald Minx would be able to stop or resist the provocation of their most feminine of assets.

     Simply said again, Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx were helpless to stop touching, squeezing, or stroking their inflamed and impassioned sex organs.

     For Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx, the attack was practically unbearable.

     Emerald Lynx was alternating one hand stroking each of her aching breasts one at a time while her other hand stroked her pussy over her black mini-skirt.  Her eyes were half-closed and almost looked pleading as she tried to give herself some respite from the sexual urgings coercing and cursing through her voluptuous body.

     Emerald Minx was in just as heated a horny condition.  She alternated between rubbing her excited breasts and nipples with two hands before then rubbing her throbbing and wet pussy with both hands.  The feisty superheroine also had an anxious and begging look on her face as she so wanted the heinous urges to stop.

     Both superheroines were breathing and gasping softly as they stroked and touched themselves erotically.

     Red Claws could only stand back and laugh heartily, admiring his handiwork.  He gazed upwards at the spinning mistletoe and in the angle of the light could see his portentous particles flying-off the delicate mistletoe with its green leaves and white berries.  And then he gazed at the superheroines.  They were being silently plundered by the magical mist of pheromones and aphrodisiacs raining-down upon them.

     The raining-down of Red Claws' lesbianish love potion was turning the spicy superheroines into 'reined-in dears' just like what had happened to the female athletes of his stimulating gymnastics team.  For the moment, Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx were standing next to each other but still immersed in trying to pleasure themselves.  Red Claws glanced at his watch and did some quick mental figuring.  He knew that in just a few moments, and as his crafty chemicals attacked each heroine's respective hypothalamus, the superheroines would be helpless to keep their hands and mouths off of the other.  There would be no stopping Red Claws' lesbianish love potion.

     Red Claws cock was erected and 'reined-up'.

     And then Red Claws heard a surge in the superheroines' previously soft and personal moanings.  Emerald Lynx had found Emerald Minx and Emerald Minx had found Emerald Lynx.  Actually, to be more precise in the reporting, Emerald Lynx found Emerald Minx's irresistible and stunning youthy body and Emerald Minx found Emerald Lynx's dazzling and luscious body.

     They had glanced at each other at the same time and had finally taken-in the other's enchanting and enthralling female sexiness.  They then couldn't keep their hands off of the other.  Each moaned loudly and impassionedly as their roving hands found the other's aching tits and engorged pussy-lips.  And then their mouths found each other.  Hot lips and hotter tongues went to work as the lip-lock was secured.

     "Ho!  Ho!!  Ho!!!  Look who's each become a lesbianing 'ho thanks to my turning mistletoe!!!!" Red Claws exclaimed gleefully.

     Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx were making-out like two high-schoolers in the back of a Chevy.  They were moaning and cooing like two love-birds intoxicated with the other.  Emerald Lynx was stroking her junior partner's pussy-lips with one hand and stroking the tits on her teammate with the other.  Likewise, Emerald Minx was strumming her older colleague's pussy with one hand and stroking Emerald Lynx's bounteous breasts with her other hand.

     Neither Emerald Lynx nor Emerald Minx was aware of Red Claws' presence.  They were even clueless to the eight sprawled and still knocked-out nymphs scattered around them close to their booted feet.  Their sole interest and reason for being at that moment was to pleasure the other.  The inhibition chains had been ripped off.  The lesbian gates had been ripped open.  Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx were catching up on lost time.

     Both Emerald Lynx's and Emerald Minx's mutual moaning and cooing, in and of itself, could make a hard man harder and a soft woman softer.

     Soon, each superheroine would become like any of a million billion trillion Christmas presents in history.  That is, the colorful wrappings that composed and comprised their pretty superheroine costumes would become ripped-off and their nude and naked bodies would become unveiled and exposed.  From there, their pretty and preciously-guarded pussies on their saucy and surreal bodies would then become ripped-open and penetrated.

     But it would not be a vile villain or a villainous villainess doing the ripping-off of costumes or the ripping-open of pussies.  No, that distinct pleasure would be left for the now-lesbianing superheroines.  The two superheroines, Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx, had just now seen the other partner in a new light.  Albeit, that 'light' was the new light created by the bedazzling and bewitching lesbianish pheromonous particles emanating from a twirling sprig of mistletoe high above their heads.

     Ahhh, mistletoe, that holiday staple that forces us to pucker-up and kiss those that we love if caught standing beneath it...

 

* * * * * * *

 

     Soon, all eight gymnast-elves were finally awake and recovering from their beat-down at the hands and booted-feet of the superheroines.  They all had to rub their eyes, and some of them then had to begin rubbing their own pussies, when they saw what scene awaited them upon awaking.  The salacious scene was Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx on their knees immersed in some forced superheroine-lesbian-on-superheroine-lesbian action.

     Forced lesbian-on-lesbian action is hot enough.  When it's forced superheroine-lesbian-on-superheroine-lesbian action, then the fire trucks should be called and kept on stand-by.

     Red Claws was standing by with his own 'hose', but he and his eight elves had work to do.

     While he went upstairs to find and crack the safe, and to scout-out additional items to purloin, the eight gymnasts loaded the van with the boxes already packed.  Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx were left to themselves.  But as indicated earlier, Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx only had eyes for each other.  The two were most content to investigate and indulge in the other's feminine assets.

     In the next few minutes, Emerald Minx was in a desperately helpless state, she craved Emerald Lynx's pussy in her mouth so she quickly removed her teammate's burgundy boots and black socks.  And then ignoring the sweet and sour smell of Emerald Lynx's revealed feet, Emerald Minx ripped Emerald Lynx's black mini-skirt from the superheroine's pelvic region.  Next, Emerald Lynx's dark-green panties were quickly taken-down the hottie's bare legs and bare feet.

     Figuring that she had already half-stripped her gorgeous and older superheroine partner, Emerald Minx finished the job.  She stripped-off Emerald Lynx's green-striped spandex top and silky cape.  Now the heavy-breathing minx had access to her lovely partner's naked breasts and nude pussy.  She didn't know where to start.  For a few minutes she fondled Emerald Lynx's spasming breasts and teased the girl's naughty-ish and extended nipples.

     And then Emerald Minx caressed the fleshy folds of her partner's vexing and flexing vagina with soft and delicate probings from her fingers.

     In just a minute or two, Emerald Lynx couldn't take anymore and proceeded to strip her athletic and energetic partner.  She started with Emerald Minx's boots and didn't stop until she had her pretty young partner bottomless, topless, and capeless.  It was now her turn to caress and touch Emerald Minx's uncovered titties and indulge her want of feeling her cohort's naked cunt with her soft fingers.

     If it was at all possible, both Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx were made even hotter for each other after each was made bootless and their pleasing foot aromas wafted into the air.  They had been wearing their boots all day and now the confined and scenty smells of their sweaty feet rose into the air and around them.  The smell of their combined foot odor was a new aphrodisiac to each of them and they were turned-on to each other even more so.

     By the time Red Claws had returned downstairs to check-on the superheroines, the gymnast-elves had completed their tasking of loading the van.  Red Claws and his eight beautiful and budding dears then went upstairs to begin packing those items located and selected by Red Claws for stealing.  A quick glance over to the superheroines showed that they had stripped each other and were practically nude.

     While Red Claws and his eight gymnast-elves were upstairs, Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx aligned themselves in a hotter-than-hot sixty-nine position.  Mouths munched, tongues teased, pussies dripped, toes curled, lips locked, fingers squeezed, hands fondled, fingers penetrated, clits budded, fingers teased, pussies vibrated - superheroines came.

     And then many of the actions were repeated and the superheroines came yet again.

     At some point, Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx both looked-up and became aware of the spinning mistletoe above their heads.  They finally understood to a certain point what was happening to them, but they were powerless to resist.  They realized that lovers were supposed to kiss if found beneath mistletoe, but they had never imagined that mistletoe could make them so utterly horny for the other.  Somehow, some way, a burning desire had been alighted and inflamed inside their libidinous bodies.

     Indeed, the superheroines' breasts and vaginas were on fire.

     Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx were powerless to relocate themselves from underneath the tenacious and turning mistletoe.  They were much more interested in exploring and sampling the other's delicious tits and pussy, as well as the other's tasty feet and toes, than move away from the 'toe that was the instigator of their newly-found amorous affections.

 

* * * * * * *

 

     About an hour later, Red Claws came back downstairs and approached the sixty-nining superheroines.

     Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx made for quite a scene.  Their naked bodies were entwined and still pleasing the other.  Emerald Lynx's brunette head was bobbing over Emerald Minx's pussy.  And, Emerald Minx's brunette head was bobbing over Emerald Lynx's pussy.  They were now flat on the floor underneath the still-twirling mistletoe.  And for that matter, once in a while, one superheroine would change her focus and begin munching on the toes of the other, instead of the other's delectable vagina.  Then the other superheroine would pick-up on the feel and begin munching on the other's tempting and tasty toes too.

     Not mistletoe, but 'munching-toe'.  Who knew?

     Red Claws hated to interrupt the contented and intensive superheroines, but his cock was ready for action.

     While Dasher, Donner, Prancer, and Vixen began loading the van with the boxed items from the second floor, the other four gymnasts, including Blitzen, Comet, Cupid, and Dancer, directed their attention on Emerald Minx.  Emerald Minx was pulled aside and placed on the couch.  The dazed superheroine rolled her head with half-opened eyes and a most-moistened and most-glistening chin - she had been eating-out her older superheroine for quite some time.

     And then Blitzen, Comet, Cupid, and Dancer all removed their masks, leotards, and booties.  The only item that the cute and lithesome gymnasts were now wearing was the silky and seductive hair ribbon in each girl's respective hair.

     Blitzen began kissing Emerald Minx's mouth while Comet began kissing Emerald Minx's breasts and nipples.  Cupid had the honor of licking the superheroine's pussy while Dancer licked and tasted Emerald Minx's awesome feet and toes.  After just a few short minutes, they rotated.  And then after a few more minutes, the gymnasts rotated again.  Then they rotated a fourth and final time.  Each sexy and nymph-like gymnast was able to sample Emerald Minx's mouth, breasts, nipples, pussy, feet, and toes.

     Each gymnast was an agile and expert athlete - the alluring and helpless Emerald Minx was the apparatus.

     The helpless Emerald Minx was only wearing her powerbelt, burgundy gloves, wrist bracelets, neck chocker, burgundy mask, and cat's-ears headband.  But thanks to her multiple orgasms induced by her own superheroine partner, her usually-powerful powerbelt was useless.  It didn't help that Blitzen, Comet, Cupid, and Dancer each induced yet another orgasm for Emerald Minx during the rotations.

     Once they had all rotated and had equal time with the sexed-up minx, it became a free-for-all five-some.  It was at this point that Emerald Minx was forced to indulge in the smelling of each gymnast's sweaty and scenty bare feet.  And it wasn't missed by any of the four gymnasts that Emerald Minx was certainly getting-off whenever she had one or two feet from a respective gymnast right under her nose or in her face.  When forced to smell the intoxicating scents of the gymnasts' feet, Emerald Minx moaned a little louder, her nipples extended just a little further, and her pussy secreted a little more vaginal juice.

     The enticing and aromatic smells made Emerald Minx descend even further into a controlled and climaxed condition.

     As Blitzen, Comet, Cupid, and Dancer were taking care of Emerald Minx, Red Claws was taking care of Emerald Lynx.  The red-suited vile villain had Emerald Lynx seated in a chair with her legs spread and lifted into the air.  Red Claws was pounding his twelve-inch cock into the hot-box which was Emerald Lynx's pussy.  Soon, Dasher, Donner, Prancer, and Vixen joined in on the fun as they were done loading their share of boxes into the van.

     As Red Claws pounded away with his dick, Dasher, Donner, Prancer, and Vixen removed their light-green face-masks and took turns kissing Emerald Lynx's face and titanic tits.

     And then Dasher and Donner held Emerald Lynx's head while Red Claws fucked her face.  Prancer and Vixen held Emerald Lynx's muscled legs while their master introduced the heroine's mouth to his cock.  Emerald Lynx was immobilized and indulged.  She was powerless too.  Thanks to her multiple orgasms induced by her feisty-fox superheroine partner, Emerald Lynx's powerbelt was totally useless.  It was a mere decoration around her winsome waist.

     All at once, Red Claws pulled-out of Emerald Lynx's mouth and readied himself to now attend to Emerald Minx.

     Emerald Minx was brought over to the fucking chair by Blitzen, Comet, Cupid, and Dancer.  Red Claws then proceeded to fuck the tanned and teasing superheroine.  Blitzen, Comet, Cupid, and Dancer then put their attire back on and proceeded to finish the job of loading the van with the last items and boxes found upstairs.  This meant that Emerald Lynx was left to Dasher, Donner, Prancer, and Vixen.

     As Emerald Minx's pussy was becoming acquainted with Red Claws' cock, Dasher, Donner, Prancer, and Vixen formally introduced themselves to Emerald Lynx after they relocated her to the couch.

     "You don't remember who I am, do you?" Vixen asked Emerald Lynx.

     The taken-down superheroine could only look quizzically into Vixen's eyes.  There was no recognition.

     "I'm the coed that you met back in the university garage!" Vixen then explained.  "It was me who allowed you to go into the garage and find the van.  I suspected someone might be coming by to look at the van but I never suspected such a beautiful superheroine as yourself would stop-in!"

     Emerald Lynx could only bob her head up and down, like she was trying to acknowledge that she now recognized the girl, but then she started tossing her head back and forth as if to say 'nooooooooo, this can't be happening'.

     "I suppose I should have told you that I was a gymnast on the team, but I think that would have spoiled this nice surprise, don'tcha think?!?" Vixen indicated and asked.  "When I spied your little superheroine friend placing that tracking device on the van's bumper while looking at the video monitoring camera, I knew I had to inform Red Claws that we might be having company tonight."

     "By the way, I think your feisty superheroine partner likes my foot odor.  When I rubbed my stinky feet in her face and made her taste my sweaty toes, she came like a superheroine slut!" Vixen added.  "You're next.  I like you.  I've liked you since I first saw you walk into the garage!  Now I'm going to make you cum like you're my own personal superheroine sex-slut!!"

     Emerald Lynx could only look into Vixen's eyes with half-opened and pleading eyes.  She tried to shake her head and mouth the word 'nooooooooo', but she could only manage a soft and desperate moan.

     At that, Vixen kissed Emerald Lynx deeply and romantically.  The villainess Vixen then licked and cajoled the superheroine's beauteous boobs and nipples for a few moments before dropping to Emerald Lynx's pussy.  From there, it was only a few minutes of licking and chewing before Emerald Lynx was arching her back and spraying a sample of her own female cum and vaginal juices into Vixen's waiting mouth as she orgasmed.

     Vixen then re-rose and kissed Emerald Lynx again, even more deeply.  The almost tamed superheroine could do nothing except accept Vixen's vixenish and lesbianish kiss and thus taste the jism and juices from her own pussy.

     And then Vixen allowed Dasher, Donner, and Prancer to join-in on the working-over of Emerald Lynx.  Like the other gymnasts had done, they all stripped-of their leotards and booties.  What commenced was a sexual rotation like that which had happened to Emerald Minx.

     As Emerald Lynx was as helpless and hopeless as Emerald Minx had been, all the superheroine could do while she endured climax after debilitating climax was contemplate how she and Emerald Minx had been setup.  Red Claws was on to them as soon as they had walked into the garage at the university.  He knew about the planted bug on the van and was simply waiting for their arrival at the mansion.  The botanist-fiend had placed his heinous and inhospitable mistletoe just over the entry-way the superheroines had chosen to use.

     Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx had sauntered and sashayed their seductive superheroine asses right into a fiendish and sinister lesbianish trap.

     Emerald Lynx had Dasher kissing her mouth, Donner sampling her ample and ardent titties, Prancer prancing her tongue into her vibrating vagina, and Vixen stroking and licking her bare feet and toes.  Vixen had already made her cum when she had eaten her pussy out.  What Vixen didn't know or realize was that Emerald Lynx was highly sensitive to people touching or licking her ankles, feet, and toes.  The superheroine didn't like people nosing around her secretive and scenty lower extremities.

     As soon as Vixen had started rubbing and stroking her feet, Emerald Lynx had started breathing and gasping.  When Vixen proceeded to suck on each of her toes individually, like she was giving a blowjob to each tiny toe, Emerald Lynx started writhing, wiggling, and moaning loudly.  And when Vixen put all five toes from her right foot into her mouth and started bobbing her head on them, like Emerald Lynx's right foot was a big cock, Emerald Lynx lost it and came yet it again.

     Her orgasm was as powerful as any orgasm that she had experienced that night.  Her body bucked and spasmed in the closeness of Dasher's, Donner's, Prancer's, and Vixen's awesomely nude bodies.  As she came, Emerald Lynx was able to gaze over towards the chair where Red Claws was fucking her tasty and teasing partner Emerald Minx.

     Emerald Lynx could see Red Claws' twelve-inch cock thrusting into her junior teammate's pussy.  Emerald Minx's athletic and sculptured legs were raised and being held wide-apart by two of the gymnasts.  Two of the other gymnasts were holding Emerald Minx's arms apart.  The other gymnasts had obviously finished their duties upstairs and had returned to the living room.

     Emerald Lynx realized that she had never seen her young partner spread so spread-eagled and obviously enjoying a fucking so much.  Emerald Minx's toes were curling with sexual pleasure.  Emerald Lynx could hear Emerald Minx's loud wails of sexual pleasure and release as her pussy was pounded by a Santa-like cock.

     And then Emerald Lynx watched as her zesty and zealous superheroine partner came at the expense of Red Claws' immense cock in her palpitating pussy.  It seemed like Emerald Minx trembled and shook for minutes and minutes.  Emerald Lynx couldn't look away.  How she still wanted and desired to be munching-on the tempting titties and eating-out the pleasing pussy of her radiant superheroine partner.

     Once again, Emerald Lynx came.

 

* * * * * * *

 

     Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx came-to as they heard the mantle clock striking twelve.  Somehow, the superheroines had been in the house for over two hours and had fallen into a little cat-nap.

     When they awoke, each superheroine found her torso bound tightly in a leather harness with her hands cuffed behind her back.  Their lower legs had been placed behind their upper legs and then bound to their upper legs.  This caused their legs to be spread at an angle, allowing their pussies to be open and vulnerable.  Each superheroine had a bright-red ball-gag in her respective mouth.

     Both Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx were still nude save for their powerbelts, gloves, bracelets, chokers, masks, and headbands.  Their burgundy-colored Santa hats were off their heads and somewhere in the room.

     They had each been placed in front of the fireplace and each was hanging from a four-foot tall metal tree-like tripod.  Their knees were about three inches off the floor as they dangled in their harness bindings.  Each superheroine was a like a huge ornament hanging from a miniature Christmas tree - the three metal legs of the tripod which formed the shape of the tree were green in color and very strong and sturdy.

     As much as they wanted to wiggle and sway and try to knock the tripod-trees over, both superheroines realized they were once again immobilized.  To make matters worse, rising on a pole at the top of each tripod-tree was a new sprig of lesbianish love-potion-dipped mistletoe.

     Red Claws approached Emerald Minx while Vixen approached Emerald Lynx.  Red Claws removed the ball-gag from Emerald Minx's mouse and quickly inserted his massive twelve-inch cock into the girl's mouth.

     "I call this my 'Frank-footer'!" Red Claws, a.k.a. Professor Frank Furkmansire, said as he forced Emerald Minx to give him a blowjob.

     Emerald Lynx received hers as Vixen reached down and began rubbing the superheroine's nipples with one hand and also began rubbing the superheroine's clit with her other hand.

     Emerald Minx was helpless to resist the tasty cock exploring her mouth.  She sucked and slurped on the mighty meat like the true cocksucker that she was. 

     "Don't forget Red Claws' balls, they're like hard nuggets of coal!" Red Claws advised.

     At that, Emerald Minx proceeded to place her mouth around each of Red Claws' balls one at a time and suck ardently.  They were indeed hard like nuggets of coal.  But Emerald Minx loved the feel of hard things in her mouth.  She then licked each ball and coated them with her saliva.  And then the succulent superheroine returned to downing Red Claus' dick - giving the man a blowjob to remember.

     It was like she was sucking-off Santa Claus himself.

     "So naughty...  So naughty...  So naughty...  But, so nice..." was all Red Claws could say.

     Just as Emerald Minx was helpless to resist the meaty dick in her mouth, Emerald Lynx was helpless to resist the hands touching her already-aroused nipples and clitoris.  As Emerald Minx 'mmmmmmmmmmm'd over and over as she sucked cock and balls, Emerald Lynx also moaned in excited sexual pleasure.

     Before too long, Red Claws arched his back and finally came in Emerald Minx's face.  The rotund man's cum was white and matched the curly and white pubic hairs above his meaty dick.  The Santa-like man had wanted to cum in this superheroine's fetching face ever since he had seen her.  She was such a cock-tease.

     "There, now you have a white beard on your chin just like Santa Claus himself!" Red Claws added as he stroked his ejaculation and deposited yet even more blistering white cum onto Emerald Minx's cute chin.

     Then it was Emerald Lynx's turn.

     But instead of sucking Red Claus' cock, Vixen brought her newly-found feisty superheroine friend to yet another all-consuming climax.  Emerald Lynx's rocking and shaking forced her to sway on her Christmas tree-like tripod for a minute or so.

     Red Claws then re-inserted Emerald Minx's ball-gag into her mouth.

     And then Red Claws pulled out two large candy-cane-like dildos from his coat pockets and let the superheroines look at them with bulging eyes.  Each candy-cane dildo had red and white stripes.  One candy-cane dildo was inserted into Emerald Minx's pussy with the curved-end then turned and placed into Emerald Minx's ass.  Emerald Minx's candy-cane was then secured to her own powerbelt with a tightening cord.  Emerald Lynx then received her own candy-cane dildo in her cunt with its curved-end inserted into her ass.  Her candy-cane was secured to her powerbelt with another cord as well.

     Finally, Red Claws then did three things.

     First, he repositioned the tree-tripods so that the superheroines were now facing each other in their constrictment.

     Second, he started the rotating sprigs of Mistletoe on each tree-tripod.  The plant-fiend then made sure that the punishing particles of his lesbianish love-potion were once again drifting-down upon each of the secured superheroines.

     Third, by pressing a few buttons on his trusty remote, Red Claws started the bullet vibrators inside the bases of the two candy-cane dildos.  Each superheroine started swaying as each reacted to the new and erotic pulses in their respective pussy.  And then he pressed yet another button and the smaller-size bullet vibrators in the curved-ends of the candy-cane dildos began vibrating.

     The superheroines really began swaying as now in addition to their wetting pussies being aroused by a throbbing bullet vibrator, their respective asses were also being pummeled by a hideously and devilishly vibrating device.

     Emerald Minx's and Emerald Lynx's new erotic and mournful moans were loud and instantaneous.

     And then Red Claws' lesbianish love potion once again was inhaled by the unsuspecting dynamic duo.  They were once again trapped and at the mercy of Red Claws' sinister mistletoe seedlings.

     As he dismissed his eight reined-in dears and directed them to return to the passenger van, Red Claws took a look at his two newest reined-in dears.  The plant-fiend could tell that the evil elixir which was his lesbianish love-potion was working once again.  Both superheroines showcased an agonized look as they took-in and witnessed the helplessness and arousedness of the other.  They couldn't look away.  They were forced to lesbian arousal and they were forced to watch the other.

     Emerald Minx's nipples hardened and extended.  Emerald Lynx's bountiful breasts engorged.  Emerald Minx's pussy dripped dribs and drabs of feminine arousal.  Emerald Lynx's cunt moistened and began wetting even more profusely.  Emerald Minx whimpered into her ball-gag.  Emerald Lynx wailed into her bright-red ball-gag.  Emerald Minx tried to bounce and sway her body so that in the least her aching titties would rub against Emerald Lynx's huge breasts.  Emerald Lynx tried to do the same and sway closer to her fetching and lovely junior partner.

     But all their swaying and arching did was cause their bodies to cum even quicker.  The be-damned vibrators in their respective pussies and asses were sinister yet sensational.  Every movement of their swaying bodies was erogenous torture.

     It didn't help that to Emerald Minx, her older partner Emerald Lynx had never looked lovelier.  So naked...  So tasty...  So aroused.  Likewise, Emerald Minx had never looked so magnificent to Emerald Lynx.  So nude...  So delicious-looking...  So lickable and fuckable...

 

* * * * * * *

 

     Red Claws walked to the front door and glanced back.  Under her rotating sprig of mistletoe, Emerald Minx was bucking and bouncing to a new orgasm.  And under her spinning sprig of mistletoe, Emerald Lynx was vibrating and trembling from her own orgasm.  Each superheroine had agonized and half-opened eyes.

     The devices that were the rotating sprigs of mistletoe were doing the job.  And the devices that were the throbbing vibrators in the superheroines' pussies and asses were doing the job as well.

     Both superheroines were moaning and cooing, like they were having a sexual and sensual wet dream.  But the question wasn't if they were dreaming of sugar-plums.  The question was whether Emerald Minx and Emerald Lynx were dreaming of sugar-tits, sugar-pussies, or sugar-cocks.  Or, perhaps they were both dreaming of all three at the same time!  Perhaps they were dreaming of anything that would bring them to the continuing sexual releases and climaxes that were joyously destroying their splendid bodies.

     Red Claws turned off all of the lights to the expansive living room, but he left the lights of the twenty-foot Christmas tree on.

     In the darkened living room, Red Claws left the suffering superheroines to their own 'devices' as he serenaded them before shutting the door behind him as he exited:

 

♫ Chest nipples erected and extended with desire

When will the candy-cane vibrators stop nobody knows

Yuletide mistletoe being hung by a wire

And superheroines trussed-up like dynamic dynamos ♫

 

♫ Everybody knows some turning and some mistletoe

Help to make the superheroines alight

Sultry sluts with their eyes all aglow

Will find it easy to cum but hard to sleep tonight ♫

 

♫ They know that Red Claws has had his way

He's loaded their pussies and asses with candy-cane goodies to make them sway

And every aroused and tangled superheroine is gonna cry

I'm a reined-in dear and I'm going to cum so high ♫

 

♫ And so I'm offering this simple phrase to superheroine partners

Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx as they become sexually unglued

Although it's been said many times

Many ways, Merry Christmas to you ♫

 

♫ And so I'm offering this simple phrase to superheroine partners

Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx as they become sexually unglued

Although it's been said many times

Many ways, Merry Christmas to you ♫

 

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

The End of Episode 029:

"♫ ... Some Turning and Some Mistletoe, Help to Make the Superheroines Alight ... ♫"

(Part 1/Conclusion)

by

Titanville

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

Stay tuned for the next episode, Episode 030, when my previous story continues:

"The Sinister Seven Seas Sensational Spa"

(Part 4)

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

I enjoy reading your comments!

You are invited to email your comments to:

titanville@yahoo.com

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