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hypnosis, knock-out fetish, mind-control fetish, rape, time-stop fetish, or any other sexual situations.

 

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     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:

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

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

     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)

     Episode  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)

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

     Episodes 030 ~ 035: "The Sinister Seven Seas Sensational Spa" (Parts 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, and 9/Conclusion)

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     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 life's real circumstances and happenings, bondage, chloroform, discipline, domination, fetishes, hypnosis, rape, and other sexual situations are dangerous and life-threatening.  Chloroform is a very dangerous chemical and is especially life-threatening.  Rape is an extremely heinous crime and is illegal.  Foot-fetish, knock-out fetish, mind-control fetish, and time-stop fetish, as described in my stories, simply does not exist in real life.

     Please enjoy reading my stories for entertainment purposes only.

     But do not confuse that which is fiction and make-believe with that which is real, dangerous, or illegal.  If you do not know or understand the difference between that which is fiction and make-believe and that which is real, dangerous, or illegal, then do not read any further and exit from this webpage.

 

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~ Episode 003 ~

"The Mysterious Madame Perloine and the Proficient Professor Pricken"

(Part 3)

by

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     Star Babe and Emerald Minx came out of the dean's house and walked over to the professor's silver SUV and got into the backseat.

     Professor Pricken watched them intently as they approached the car, checking to make sure they were still under the effects of the hypnocum.  They were.  What he failed to notice was that the superheroines had walked down the porch steps and over to the car hand-in-hand and that their eyes possessed a rapturous sparkle for the other.  He was happy that everything appeared to be going well as he drove the SUV out of the driveway to return to the warehouse.

     "Target is now moving.  Stand-by.  Over." the analyst at The AGENCY announced over the classified telephone line as he noticed the GPS location of the tracking device now changing on his screen.

     "Roger that.  Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning standing-by.  Over." Crimson Spark acknowledged as she listened to the call.

     "Roger.  Tactical Squad Sierra Hotel standing-by.  Over." the Police Tactical Officer confirmed, representing the third party on the line.

     The AGENCY analyst was the lead on the call and was stationed deep in The AGENCY's headquarters in the communications room.  Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning were the Ready-Alert team.  They were also located at The AGENCY's headquarters but were down in the motor-pool anxiously awaiting the clearance to investigate.  The tactical squad was the backup team and was assembled in the special tactics garage at Police Headquarters.

     The professor kept driving, keeping an eye in his rear view mirror for any signs that he was being followed.  He was thankful that there wasn't too much traffic.  No cars were tailing him.  He glanced a few times into the back seat to check on the superheroines.  It looked like they were slumped together in exhaustion.  They had been much longer in the dean's house than he had figured.  Looks like the dean had quite an evening, the professor thought.

     What he couldn't see because of the darkness was that the superheroines were quietly necking.

     Their mouths were softly kissing - their tongues were silently twirling.  Star Babe had put one hand under Emerald Minx's skirt and inched the girl's panties down.  Her fingers were gently and softly caressing the delicate folds of Emerald Minx's vagina.  She could tell she was driving Emerald Minx crazy as her roommate didn't move a muscle and remained frozen as her fingers continued to massage the girl's moistening mound.

     The professor paid them no attention as he kept driving.

     Star Babe continued stroking Emerald Minx.  And then Emerald Minx's tongue stopped twirling and her mouth began trembling.  Star Babe felt her roommate stiffen and moan ever so softly.  A wave of new moisture gushed out of Emerald Minx's vagina and flowed over Star Babe's fingers.  Emerald Minx came as quietly as a mouse.

     Star Babe held her tightly, absorbing and muting the girl's convulsions.  From somewhere way back in the recesses of her memory and heart came the only thing Star Babe could say.

     "I love you, Alisa." Star Babe whispered ever so softly.

     Alisa smiled and moaned.  They kissed passionately.  And then Alisa fell asleep in the back of the SUV as Star Babe held her tightly and lovingly.

     The silver SUV arrived back at the warehouse and drove in through the large garage door.  The two goons were waiting for the superheroines.  As Professor Pricken went to his office, the girls were taken downstairs and allowed to shower and have a light meal as a reward for their good behavior during the evening.

     In fact, they were allowed to sleep in their respective chairs instead of the X-racks.  They were still bound to the chairs but at least they were sitting-down as opposed to standing-up.  The goons didn't want any trouble during the night.  They gave each superheroine a sleepy spray of the knock-out gas from the handy aerosol cans.  They enjoyed watching the gorgeous superheroines succumb to the devastating gas as their eyes fluttered closed.  As usual, their lights were turned off and their doors were locked.  Each goon selected a door and proceeded to stand guard.

     "Target has now stopped.  Coordinates are mz°gg'dk.vi"N vm°av'da.tp"W.  Investigate.  Over." the analyst at The AGENCY reported, using coded letters instead of actual numbers.

     "Roger that.  Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning responding to location mz°gg'dk.vi"N vm°av'da.tp"W.  We're Priority.  Over." Crimson Spark acknowledged.

     "Roger.  Tactical Squad Sierra Hotel responding to location mz°gg'dk.vi"N vm°av'da.tp"W.  We're Secondary.  Over." the Police Tactical Officer reported.

 

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     Crimson Spark quickly entered the coded location into the tactical mini-computer on her 'Crimson Cycle'.  It came back instantly with the street address and directions to the location.  The computer then sent the address and directions to the mini-computer on Blue Lightning's 'Blue Bike'.

     "Let's move!" Crimson Spark shouted to her superheroine sister.

     Both motorcycles revved and zoomed out of the secret garage door at The AGENCY's headquarters.  The powerful motorcycles swept through some vacant alleys and side streets before turning onto the main road that would take them into the warehouse district.

     As Crimson Spark, Lynda Clairney was one of the more colorful superheroines employed at The AGENCY.  She was only nineteen years-old, but she was very wise for her age.  At 5' 3", she was short but she was a bundle of energy.  She used the energy from her powerbelt with utmost efficiency.  She was Caucasian and had beautiful blue eyes to go with her blonde hair.  She lit up every room she entered but had a nasty temper towards all thugs large and small.  Her face would turn crimson with anger when fighting miscreants.  Her temper and personality definitely caused her to be a crimson spark.

     Her superheroine costume consisted of a blue bikini top with tiny white sparkles and a matching bikini bottom, also with tiny white sparkles.  She wore ankle-high red boots - her red mask matched the color of her boots.  Her blue gloves were wrist-length and matched the blue color of her bikini.  Embedded in the palm of each glove was a large white hardened sparkle that easily deflected or destroyed bullets aimed at the superheroine.

     The heroine wore nothing on her head nor did she wear any jewelry.  She did not wear pantyhose but like Blue Lightning, she wore ankle socks to help cushion her soft feet inside her boots.  Her powerbelt was very thin and was a very attractive shade of metallic-red.  Emblazoned on her powerbelt were the letters 'CS'.  Her short red cape matched her red mask and boots.

     As Blue Lightning, Kirsten Clairney was Lynda's twin sister.

     They weren't identical twin but fraternal twins.  But one could tell that they were sisters.  And she was very wise like her sister.  Standing at 5' 3", she was the same height as Lynda but had quicker reflexes and quicker overall speed.  She also was blonde and blue-eyed.  She had a bit more reserved personality than her twin but shared a nasty temper towards miscreants.  But unlike her twin sister, her face would turn blue with rage.  Her temper and speed defined her as blue lightning.

     Blue Lightning's superheroine costume was an identical twin to her sister's costume except for one difference.  Her powerbelt was an appropriate shade of metallic-blue color.  It fashionably matched the blue hue of her bikini top and bikini bottom.  Emblazoned on her powerbelt were the letters 'BL'.  Like Crimson Strike, her short red cape matched her red mask and boots.

     The two red-white-and-blue superheroines zoomed through the night towards the warehouse.  The cooler night air and breeze made their nipples protrude noticeably.  They didn't care.  Anything that would help distract their opponent in a fight was fair game to them.

     As they got closer to the location, the directional screen on each of their motorcycles started blinking yellow.  It was time to slow-down and pull-over.  They quickly found a secluded spot by a warehouse.  They parked their motorcycles under a balcony and proceeded on foot.

     They were 'Primary' and would be the first to investigate the warehouse.  They didn't have to wait for the tactical squad that would provide secondary backup.

 

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     The two superheroines worked their way closer to the target warehouse, keeping within the shadows of buildings and any other cover they encountered.

     After a few minutes, they arrived at the warehouse and completed a reconnoiter of its perimeter.  Just as they had hoped, everything was dark and quiet.  One side of the warehouse had a fire escape and they decided to choose this area to try and gain access to the building.

     Crimson Spark lifted Blue Lightning up and the superheroine grabbed the lower rung of the pull-down ladder above her head.  Crimson Spark then grabbed her sister's ankles as Blue Lightning climbed slowly up each rung.  As Blue Lightning's arms climbed higher and higher up the fire escape's pull-down ladder, Crimson Spark's feet rose higher and higher in the air until she too could grasp a ladder rung.

     The old fire escape creaked and groaned with the weight of the two girls, but it was a solid structure and held the two athletic superheroines.

     Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning reached the first platform and held close to the building in the fire escape's shadow.  They paused for about a minute just to make sure the fire escape's creaks and groans had not alerted anyone to their arrival.

     Silence.

     They began climbing the stairs to the next platform and paused again.

     Silence.

     They climbed to the third platform and there was nothing but continued silence.

     Finally, they reached the roof and completed a quick inspection.  Unfortunately, there were no skylights to provide entry or to provide information on what was below them in the warehouse.  However, there was a door that provided access to the roof from inside the warehouse.  They moved closer to the door and waited again.  But they heard only silence around them and only silence from behind the door now in front of them.  The heroines gave each other a silent thumbs-up.

     Of course the door was locked.

     But just as Crimson Spark's added weight on her legs gave Blue Lightning no trouble during the ladder climb, the locked doorknob presented no trouble for Blue Lightning's superheroine strength.  Her powerful grip and twist shattered the doorknob's inner-lock workings in a heartbeat.

     And their hearts were beating.

     They were beating louder and faster as this was a crucial aspect of their entry.  They would know in a second if the door had an audible alarm and if their clandestine arrival was about to be compromised.  And their hearts were beating louder and faster for another reason too.  Their superheroine friends, whom they loved and respected as coworkers, were somewhere in the warehouse below them.

     The superheroines braced themselves and Blue Lightning pulled the door open.

     Silence.

     The superheroines paused in a short breath of relief and proceeded into the darkness of the stairwell that they could now see.  They stepped quietly while making their way down the stairs.  The small LEDs on their special-for-this-mission wrist communicators provided just enough light to see their surroundings.

     The stairs ended at a closed door.

     They opened the door slowly and peered into a dark hallway.  They then stepped into the hallway and closed the 'Access to Roof' door that they had just came through.  Various offices lined each side of the hallway.  At the far end of the hallway they could see an elevator.  They each chose a side of the hallway and walked slowly towards the elevator, looking into each darkened room they passed.  Every room was quiet.

     They reached the 'Stairwell' door next to the elevator and proceeded to the floor below them.

     A quick and silent inspection of the third-floor space revealed only darkened offices.

     And an inspection of the second-floor spaces revealed no superheroines and only more quiet offices.

     They proceeded to the first-floor ground level.  Stepping even more softly down the last set of stairs, they paused at the door that they believed would open up onto the main warehouse floor.  They gave each other another silent thumbs-up.

     And they were right.

     The door opened-up to the well-lighted main warehouse floor.  The heroines quickly hunkered-down and moved-over to and behind the cover of a silver SUV parked inside the huge garage door.  They paused and let their eyes adjust to the light.

     Crimson Spark moved to the front of the vehicle and gave the top of the hood a quick feel.  She came quickly back to Blue Lightning with a thumbs-up sign - the vehicle had been driven recently.

     Blue Lightning climbed under the SUV and moved to the rear bumper.  She saw the tracking device and removed it from the vehicle.  The heroine then secured it in a small hidden department on her powerbelt.

     While underneath the SUV the superheroine scoped-out the warehouse from her low angle.

     The warehouse was quiet but there was another office not too far across from the silver SUV.  And the office light was on!  Blue Lightning climbed back from under the vehicle and nodded to Crimson Spark.  The two once again hunkered low and moved quickly along the walls of the warehouse to the lighted office.

     Crimson Spark peeked into the office through the door's glass window and saw a man in a shirt reviewing what looked like papers or notes on the desk.  She quickly ducked her head and lifted her right index finger, indicating there was one person in the office.

     Blue Lightning nodded her head and then pointed at herself; Crimson Spark nodded her head in understanding.

     Gazing at his notes, Professor Pricken thought he heard something out in the warehouse.

     He looked up but returned his focus to his writings, figuring it was just a building creak or something.  But then he heard the noise again.  It sounded like the clang of metal on metal.  He got up and looked out the window of the door but could not see anything.  He opened the door and proceeded to his right to investigate the main warehouse floor area.

     He went around the corner of the office and came face to face with Blue Lightning's right boot.

     The force of the superheroine's kick threw him sideways.  He was unconscious before Crimson Spark could even catch him.  While Crimson Spark held the man, Blue Lightning cuffed his hands behind his back and placed a piece of tape over his mouth.  She had popped the handcuffs and tape out from a larger compartment in her powerbelt.

     They moved the unconscious man next to the wall and proceeded to inspect the office.

     The only thing they came across in the office was the man's diligent scientific-looking notes and an array of TV monitors.  One of the monitors held their apt attention.  On the monitor was the view of two large men in front of two doors.  The men were dressed in black and appeared to be guarding the doors.

     The heroines exited the office and walked to the left.

     They came to a set of stairs that went down to the basement.  The superheroines then gave each other confidence-building fist pumps, figuring this was it.  They rushed down the stairs as fast as, but also as quietly as, they could.

     But it wasn't it.

     There was nothing but an empty hallway and more closed doors.  No guards were in sight.  They saw that across from the stairs that they had just come down was yet another set of stairs that led down to another lower-level of the warehouse.

     The heroines looked at the foot of the next set of stairs but could not see any door.  All they saw was the open doorframe.  The girls then understood that when they reached the bottom of the next set of stairs that they probably would not be stopping.

     The superheroines flew into action as they raced-down the stairs side-by-side.

     As the heroines reached the bottom they could see that a hallway continued out straight from the doorframe and that there were no side corridors.  They reached the bottom and bounded out of the stairwell and into the corridor.

     In front of them were the two large guards and the two doors that they had seen on the TV monitor in the office.

 

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     The guard goons were caught off guard, but only slightly.  Both Blue Lightning and Crimson Spark were halfway down the corridor before the goons realized that two more beautiful superheroines were advancing towards them.  They immediately took-up defensive stances.  Each took in the sight of the younger and shorter blonde superheroines running towards them.

     The superheroine looked like they were only wearing blue bikinis.  Their ardent strides were causing their tits to bounce up and down seductively.

     Both guards thought the same thing at the same time - that here comes more pussy to pound, blonde pussy at that.  The goon guards smiled.

     The new superheroines were a blur of red-white-and-blue as they reached the goons and attacked.

     The smile that had been on the face of the guard on the left quickly turned to a frown as he realized he was going to successfully block the left knee coming for his chest but hadn't planned for the right boot headed for his face.

     "Man, this girl is quicker than lightning." was his last thought.

     The goon's right arm did meet the knee coming in for his gut and managed to keep it away by deflecting it to the right.  But the hard toe of the right boot caught him under his chin.  The full force of the brutal leg kick hit him squarely and upwardly.  His entire body took the brunt of the devastating kick as he was lifted six inches off the floor.

     If the goon guard was a football just kicked in a field-goal attempt, he would have been good from eighty yards.

     The goon fell backwards in an uncontrolled fall and slammed the back of his head on Star Babe's door.  He fell to the floor in a heap and was unconscious before his head had even hit the door.

     Blue Lightning landed successfully from her huge kick, only slightly off-kilter from the goon's blocking of her left knee.  She thought momentarily that she must write a 'thank-you' note to her boot's designer for making them with steel-reinforced toes.

     Crimson Spark's similar attack was met more successfully - for a moment that is.

     The guard on the right also successfully blocked the left knee coming for his gut by blocking it to his right.  And he was ready for the kick to his face from her right boot - he viciously swatted it to his left with his left arm.  He was even able to grasp the superheroine's right ankle with his left hand as his powerful arm swept the blonde beauty to his left.

     Crimson Spark wasn't expecting the torque on her body from the powerful blocking arm and grab to her right ankle.  She crashed to the floor in a seemingly-devastating fall.  But she rolled with the swat and her body absorbed the hit well.  She bounded up to her feet and glanced at Blue Lightning.

     They winked at each other.

     The guard had instinctively brought his arms and hands up to his chest ready to swat away any more kicks.  He was prepared for another frontal attack but realized too late that the next attack was coming from both of his sides.  Crimson Spark's vicious kick from her right leg landed on his left hip.  Blue Lightning's crushing kick from her left leg landed on his right hip.  The goon cried out and fell to his knees in a heap, grasping at his hips.

     Each superheroine's next kick caught him under his chin.

     Crimson Spark's right boot caught him under the left side of his chin - Blue Lightning's left boot caught him under the right side of his chin.  At least he didn't have to suffer the pain from his bruised hips for too long.  His head snapped-back viciously from the kicks and he was out cold before his body crumpled to the floor.

     As Crimson Spark began handcuffing and taping each goon, Blue Lightning destroyed her second doorknob of the night and entered Star Babe's room.

     The heroine turned the light on and raced to Star Babe, asleep in some sort of torture chair.  She quickly undid Star Babe's bindings and carried her out of the room in a fireman's carry.  As she came out, Crimson Spark was just finishing securing the goons.

     As Blue Lightning held Star Babe, Crimson Spark destroyed a doorknob for herself and entered Emerald Minx's room.

     Emerald Minx's bindings were quickly removed.  And then Crimson Spark pushed a button on her wrist communicator and picked-up the shapely superheroine in a fireman's carry.  She bolted for the door and met-up with Blue Lightning.

     The two rescuer superheroines then ran for the stairs as fast as they could as they held their unconscious compatriots tightly.

 

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     The signal from Crimson Spark's wrist communicator raced-out from the warehouse and triggered an urgent alarm with the tactical squad.  Basically, the coded signal simply indicated 'Success; Swarm'.  The tactical squad launched into action and drove from their nearby secluded location to the warehouse's garage door.  They were at the warehouse in less than a minute and called for their own backup and also for ambulances.

     The arriving tactical squad had only been at the warehouse for mere seconds when the door next to the large garage door opened and out ran two superheroines, with each superheroine carrying another superheroine.  The heroines raced for the cover and safety of the armored tactical vehicle.  Once there, they told the lead officer that there were three suspects inside the warehouse, all unconscious and one with bruised hips.

     The tactical squad took control and entered the warehouse.  After a few tense minutes, the three suspects were secured further and brought outside for arrest.

     By the time the professor and two goons were outside, Emerald Minx and Star Babe were already in an ambulance and on their way to the hospital under a heavy police guard.

     Both goons were soon on their way to the prison hospital and the professor was on his way to the city jail.

     Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning received their handshakes and congratulations from the tactical squad officers.  The heroines then exited the area and returned to their motorcycles.

     Madame Perloine had tried to get to the warehouse but had seen all the commotion.

     The villainess had parked the big black SUV quite far from the warehouse and was making her way in on foot, sticking to the dark shadows of buildings.  She was almost at the warehouse but saw two superheroines walking towards her.  She crouched low behind a dumpster and let them walk by.

     In the gleam of some lights, she could see a 'CS' and a 'BL' shining on their powerbelts.  She decided to follow these new red-white-and-blue costumed superheroines for a few blocks.  But the superheroines reached a pair of motorcycles and then they proceeded to zoom-off.

     Madame Perloine decided to try and get closer to the warehouse.

     Minutes later, her dark figure prowled on the rooftop of an adjacent warehouse and viewed all the police lights flashing around her warehouse.  She watched as the goon guards and the professor were taken away.  The villainess took-note that a lot of officers and teams were walking-in and walking-out of the building.

     The black-clad Madame Perloine quickly took-in the scene and exited the area - she headed back to her black SUV, blending in with the shadows of the dark night.

 

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     The next day, headlines about the previous kidnapping case jumped from the newspapers: 'KIDNAPPERS CAUGHT NAPPING'.

     The news went on to say that a Professor Pricken of local Titanville University, along with two accomplices, had been apprehended in the ongoing case of Titanville University coed Sandy Fullerton.  She was the coed who had gone missing only to be found working in a local strip club.

     Police details were sketchy but they indicated that an undercover case had been underway for some time and had led directly to the arrest of the culprits.  There was no mention of superheroines.  And there was no mention of any further suspects in the case, such as a dark villainess who went by the name of 'Madame Perloine'.

     If one looked closer at the local news section on a different page, one would read that a Danny Stindale had just been accepted into the Titanville Police Academy.

     At the hospital, Emerald Minx and Star Babe were recovering well.

     Doctors reported that they appeared to have been treated well.  They had been allowed to cleanse themselves and they were well-nourished.  The superheroines knew who they were but had no recollection of where they had been nor any idea of how long they had been missing.  They didn't even realize that they had been missing.

     When asked to talk about the last thing she remembered, Star Babe indicated how nice Veronica Worthy had been to her while they waited for the interview to start the day at the university.  Similarly, the last thing Emerald Minx remembered was waiting for the interview to start.  Both superheroines continued to have no memory of anything that had transpired since that day of the interview at the university.  It was like they had both fallen asleep at the university and had woken up in the hospital.

     There was one memory about the interview day that Star Babe kept to herself.

     She didn't want to provide any details that might lead to further questions about her fetish for feet.  She distinctly remembered that Veronica Worthy had mentioned that foot odor was quite an aphrodisiac.  Veronica may have perhaps even taken off her boots to try on during the interview that day.  She couldn't be sure so she didn't mention it.

     Before they were released from the hospital to return home, Star Babe and Emerald Minx were visited by special investigators in their hospital rooms.

     Star Babe received her powerbelt and Emerald Minx received hers.  They had been found in safes at their recovery location.  They were asked to look at some clothes in a green canvas bag.  Alisa immediately recognized her dark-green skirt, white oxford shirt, and favorite black pumps.  They gave the clothes and shoes to her but kept the green bag as evidence.

 

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     Professor Pricken's Arraignment Hearing was the next day in front of the judge.

     His two accomplices, both in wheelchairs, had been arraigned earlier in the day.  One accomplice was in a wheelchair with a nasty concussion.  The other had two severely bruised hips and was unable to walk.  Both found it difficult to talk or eat due to very sore jaws.

     All three were being charged with 'Reckless Endangerment' of two victims.

     So far, the identities of the victims were not being released.  Nor would their identities be released in the future.  There was not one iota of information being released by The AGENCY about Star Babe and Emerald Minx.  In fact, there was absolutely no information being offered by the police or The AGENCY about Crimson Spark's and Blue Lightning's participation in the rescue of the superheroines.

     And for once, the citizens of Titanville would not have to bear the expense of a costly trial.

     The two accomplices and Professor Pricken, the main culprit, had pleaded 'No Contest' at their respective Arraignment Hearings.  At least they stood as men and not as cowards as they accepted the charges against them.  The accomplices were taken back to the prison hospital and the professor was taken back to the city's jail.  Their Sentence Hearings were scheduled a few weeks hence.

 

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     The day of Professor Pricken's Sentence Hearing had finally arrived.

     Since pleading 'No Contest' to reckless endangerment charges two weeks earlier at his Arraignment Hearing, the topic of how much time the professor should serve had been a hot topic discussed and debated by the citizens of Titanville.  That the weather continued to be unseasonably warm for September only added to the heated tensions in the air.

     Some citizens believed the professor was guilty of much more than just reckless endangerment.  They felt strongly that charges such as kidnapping and rape should have been brought forth.  But the majority felt that the city was lucky just to be getting the fiend off the streets and behind bars.

     The prosecution had no witnesses but strong circumstantial evidence.  Unfortunately for the prosecution, the two superheroines had continued to be unable to offer any clues to the case as they simply could not even remember being at the warehouse.

     The longest prison time that the professor could be sentenced-to was ten years, but most felt that the judge would not be that harsh.  Most expected the professor to be sentenced to serve about five years and then another year or two in monitored home confinement.

     The two goons who were arrested with the professor had also pleaded 'No Contest' and they had each received only three-year sentences the day before at the courthouse.  The judge had intimated that the goons were only pawns in a grander scheme and were not 'the brains' behind that which had happened.  Rumor had it the goons were prepared to turn state's evidence and cooperate with the prosecution, but that all went by the wayside when the professor stunned the entire city when he himself pleaded 'No Contest'.

     The Sentence Hearings for the two goons the day before had been just a warm-up for today's main event.

     Crowds had started gathering in the morning even though the professor was not due to be transferred from the city jail to the courthouse until the midafternoon.  Finally, at a few minutes before his scheduled 3:00 PM sentencing, the professor finally arrived at the courthouse.

     He was taken out of the jail van and was escorted by armed guards into the courthouse via the service entrance.  In fact, parked right next to the black jail van in the service parking lot was the white correctional mini-bus that would take the professor directly to the state prison after his Sentence Hearing.

     The professor had declined the opportunity to wear civilian clothes and he was still dressed in his orange jail suit.  His legs were shackled with a short chain between his feet and his wrists were handcuffed in front of him.  Seeing the prisoner arrive and escorted into the courthouse had awakened the crowd and there was now quite a murmur in the air.

     The murmur spread to the full courtroom and gallery balcony when the professor was escorted into the courtroom.  The gallery balcony was especially packed with inquisitive spectators, Alisa Trond being one of them.

     Then everything hushed as the bailiff spoke.

     "All rise." the bailiff told everyone.

     The judge entered and sat down.  The normal readings and instructions were completed and everyone was allowed to sit down.  Professor Pricken and his court-appointed lawyer then stood-up and the judge spoke.

     "Professor Pricken, I have had two weeks to review the circumstances of your case and I now will pronounce sentence upon you.  Although I cannot find any evidence of heinous activity at the warehouse and with the victims themselves unable to provide any details, I am still under the strong belief that devious and dastardly actions took place at the location.  Professor Pricken, I have taken an oath to keep the citizens of Titanville safe.  And safe they will be.  You are hereby sentenced to ten years confinement in the state correctional facility where you will now be remanded to begin serving your sentence.  This Sentence Hearing is adjourned." the judge indicated as he banged his gavel.

     And then there was one loud and collective gasp in the courtroom and balcony when everyone realized the professor had received the stiffest sentence possible.  The loud murmur recommenced and the judge banged his gavel a few times and restored order to the court.  Once again everyone rose as the judge left the courtroom.  Professor Pricken was escorted out and was taken to the mini-bus to begin his trip to the state prison.

 

* * * * * * *

 

     Waiting in the white correctional mini-bus were Jim, the driver, and Joe, an armed-guard.  The first row of seats in the bus were for guards or riders and then there was a steel-reinforced cage.  In the cage were four more rows of seats for prisoners.  It wasn't too long from when they had first seen Professor Pricken escorted into the courthouse when they saw that the defendant was now on his way out.

     The professor was escorted to the bus and he was helped into it.  One of the escorting guards gave the keys to the professor's handcuffs and leg shackles to Joe.  He was quickly placed into the steel-reinforced cage and told to sit down and be quiet.  The cage's door was locked and Joe sat down in the first row with his weapon straddled across his lap.

     "Shotgun!" Joe then yelled.

     Jim laughed and then moved into the driver's seat and started the engine.  He closed the door and the bus started on its way to the prison.  It left via the rear entrance of the parking lot to avoid the throng that had gathered at the parking lot's front entrance.

     Jim guided the mini-bus through a series of side streets around the courthouse and then turned onto one of the main roads that headed west out of the city.  After about six miles, he turned onto the windy country road that would take them to the state correctional facility.  They still had about another twenty-minute drive but they were ahead of time as the professor's hearing had been rather short.

     After driving about three miles they went around a bend and then saw a black SUV on the side of the road with its emergency flashers on.  Two young girls wearing uniforms were outside the vehicle and began waiving theirs arms frantically when they saw the mini-bus getting closer.

     Jim slowed the mini-bus as it approached the SUV and could then see that the girls were wearing maid's uniforms.  He stopped the bus and opened the door as both of the girls walked over hurriedly, obviously relieved that someone had finally stopped to help them.  He noticed too that both girls were rather young, pretty, and innocent-looking.

     The first girl spoke.

     "Can you help us?  My Dad's stupid car just broke down and we're gonna be late for work.  We work the second shift just a few miles up the road and could really use a lift!  It's not far, please, we're desperate!  Our boss is going to fire us if we're late one more time!!" the girl stated anxiously.

     Jim looked at Joe, and Joe shrugged his shoulders.  Jim thought for another second and then looked at his watch.  Knowing they were still on-schedule and had a few minutes to spare he motioned with his arm for the girls to hop aboard.

     The girls quickly jumped-up in excitement and climbed quickly into the bus.

     "You guys are the best!  Thanks a lot!!  My name is Sue and this is my coworker Debbie." Sue said excitedly as both girls proceeded to sit down in the seat behind Jim.

     "We work for 'Martha's Meticulous Maids' and it's just a few more miles up on the right.  This is so great guys...you just saved our butts.  We're very grateful." Sue added as Jim closed the door and started driving.

     Joe shot a smile to Jim as both nodded as they each thought the same thing at the same time.

     "You mean, we just saved your nice shapely butts!" both Jim and Joe said to themselves under their breath.

     Debbie, sitting closest to Joe, glanced down at the shotgun resting in Joe's lap.

     "Looks like you have a nice gun there handsome!" Debbie said.

     Joe blushed and shifted in his seat as he noticed Debbie's flirting eyes and couldn't help but wonder if she was referring to the shotgun or the rising bulge in his pants.  He took the shotgun from his lap and laid it down on the floor of the bus.  Debbie accepted the non-spoken invitation and quickly moved from sitting next to Sue to sitting next to Joe.

     "I don't know how we can ever begin to thank you guys for the ride, but if there's something we can do to repay you just let us know!  Our boss has pretty much had it with the two of us." Sue said as she eyed Jim.

     Jim looked in the large rectangular mirror above him and saw Sue gazing right back at him.  He felt a movement in his own pants, as often happened when a pretty girl offered 'if there's something I can do to repay you.'  While looking in the mirror, Jim also could see Joe and Debbie exchanging flirtatious glances and conversation.  Debbie was giggling at something Joe had said and had placed her hand on Joe's knee and had kept it there.

     "Oh, it's no problem girls.  We're on a schedule but we have a few minutes to spare.  Glad to be of help." Jim indicated to the girls.

     Jim was happy that so far the girls had not seemed to notice the important passenger in the rear cage.  The professor had stayed silent and had done nothing to indicate his presence to the girls.  Jim continued driving, exchanging glances with Sue in the mirror and eyeing the continuous flirting between Joe and Debbie.

     "It's just a little further up the road on the right.  It's in the same building as a plumbing and heating company.  We can't thank you enough for doing this.  Guys, there must be something we can do to thank you, right Debbie?!" Sue said coyly.

     Debbie took the opportunity to move her hand from Joe's knee to Joe's crotch as she started to stroke the bulge in Joe's pants.

     "Right Sue!  Like I said before, nice gun!" Debbie said flirtatiously while looking into Joe's eyes.

     Sue took the opportunity to quickly unbutton a few of the buttons of her shirt to reveal some cleavage.

     Jim caught everything going on behind him as he kept looking in the big mirror above him.  Jim was getting somewhat envious of Joe, who was thoroughly enjoying Debbie's circular strokes.  Jim, anxiously aware of his own bulge in his pants, wished he could have someone stroking it.

     "Here it is!" Sue exclaimed as the mini-bus now approached a medium-sized building on the right.

     Jim could see the "Martha's Meticulous Maids" sign on one side of the building's facade and the "Harry's Plumbing and Heating" sign on the other side.  There were quite a few cars in the front parking lot.

     "Please park around back - there's more room and that's where employees are supposed to enter." Sue continued to say. 

     Jim did as he was asked and navigated the mini-bus into the larger parking lot behind the building.  He swung into a parking space close to a door marked 'MMM Employee Entrance' but then backed the bus out of the space and continued backing up until reaching an open area under some trees.  He turned the ignition off.  Jim had just stopped the bus and turned it off when he noticed that Sue had gotten up and was about to kiss him.

     "Thank you so much for the ride." Sue said as she bent down and gave the driver a wet kiss on his cheek.

     Jim couldn't help but look down Sue's open shirt at the cleavage now calling to him.  And Jim also couldn't help but notice that Debbie had dropped to her knees in front of Joe as soon as the bus had stopped.  Debbie already had Joe's cock out and was already giving a noisy blowjob to the guard.  Sue then quickly grabbed Jim's hand and guided him to the seat behind the driver's seat and pushed him down.

     "Don't worry, we'll be quick!  Now, show me that nice gun of yours!" Sue said as she sank to her knees in front of Jim.

     Jim smiled.

     Sue undid Jim's pants, unzipped his fly, and pulled his pants down a little bit.  She then took Jim's cock in her mouth and began giving the driver a sweet blowjob.  She undid a few more buttons on her shirt and Jim could see that she was bra-less.  Jim now took in the glorious sight of Sue's tits as her head bobbed up and down on his 'nice gun'.

     Sue looked over to Debbie and confirmed that Debbie had unbuttoned her shirt just like Sue had done.  Joe was now catching glimpses of Debbie's big tits which were protruding out from under her shirt.  The two girls winked at each other and increased the speed of their head-bobs on the slick pricks.  They each grabbed the men's balls and squeezed and stroked them without mercy.

     All Professor Pricken could hear from the front of the bus were the loud slaps and slurps of wet mouths on wetter cocks.  That, and the moans of ecstasy coming from the guard's mouths as the girl's mouths continued to suck each one of them off.

     Sue and Debbie glanced and winked at each other again and then simultaneously deep-throated each of the guards and squeezed their balls harder.  Their heads moved up and down in quick perfect synchronicity on the cocks that they were throating.  And Sue had been right.  They were quick.  It was only about twenty seconds more and both guards suddenly straightened up in their seats and came at the same time.

     "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" each of them said as each burst forth with a rocking ejaculation.

     They each came in the mouth of the girl sucking them and each girl hungrily accepted the guard's offerings.  Sue and Debbie gulped and swallowed as their hands stroked and squeezed each cock until the cocks were no longer shooting hot sticky cum.  They then licked each cock clean and then looked up into each guard's eyes and remarked in unison.

     "I enjoyed the ride - I hope you enjoyed yours!" each girl then offered sarcastically.

     And with that, Sue and Debbie looked at each other and nodded.

     Each girl then plunged a syringe into the upper thigh of the guard they had just blown and quickly injected the contents from the noxious needle into the guard's upper leg.  Neither guard had noticed that each girl had pulled out a syringe from the front pocket of their uniform.  In fact, neither guard had felt the slight pinprick from the small needle.  Each had still been delighting in their respective climax.

     The knock-out drug worked quickly on each guard.

     Just as they had exploded simultaneously in climaxing rapture, they now slumped simultaneously in sweet slumber from the effects of the drug.

     Sue and Debbie stood up, leaving each guard with their pants undone and their now-limp dicks hanging out.  Sue opened the door of the mini-bus.

     And then the seemingly-broken-down black SUV drove right up to the now-opened door and stopped.

     Madame Perloine was driving and was dressed in her own maid uniform.  Sue exited the bus, retrieved a small bag from the SUV, and returned to the bus.  Debbie had retrieved the cage keys from one of Joe's pockets.  She had found the keys to the professor's shackles and handcuffs in Joe's other pocket.

     She quickly opened the steel cage and moved to where the professor was sitting.  She undid his handcuffs and leg shackles.  Debbie then helped the professor to the front of the bus.  The professor removed his orange jail suit and left it on the floor of the bus.  He changed into the clothes that were in the bag that Sue had just brought on board.

     And then he gazed at the two guards who were now sleeping peacefully in the front seats of the bus and commented.

     "Young, dumb, and full of cum." the professor quickly assessed.

     "Yeah, but they're both a little short of cum at the moment." Debbie interjected.

     All three laughed and quickly exited the bus.

     Madame Perloine had gotten out of the driver's seat and moved to the backseat.  Sue got into the driver's seat and Debbie walked around the SUV and got into the front passenger seat.  Professor Pricken, enjoying his first taste of freedom in a few weeks, joined Madame Perloine in the backseat.

     Sue drove cautiously out of the parking lot and returned to the country road.  She turned onto the road, heading back toward Titanville.

 

* * * * * * *

 

     "Well, Professor Pricken won't be bothering anyone for a long time!" Alisa announced as she came through the door of hers and Caralyn's trendy tenth-floor two-bedroom condo.

     The condo was in one of the newest buildings built on the banks of the Clydestone River.  In fact, the name of the building, 'Clydestone', received its name because of its proximity to the river.

     "Whew, it feels good to be home.  It was a long day at the courthouse." the sexy superheroine said as she kicked-off her pumps.

     They made somewhat of a clatter, so she arranged them neatly together by the front door after making sure the door was locked and the safety chain in place.  While arranging them neatly, Alisa could smell the scenty whiffs of her sticky and sweaty bare feet emanating up to her nose from her favorite pair of heels.  They were her favorites but they always made her feet sweat and then stink.

     Caralyn, wearing a pair of cutoff shorts and an old light-blue oxford shirt was cuddled up in a corner of the comfy couch.  She looked up from her tablet as Alisa stopped at the foot of the couch and spoke.

     "I'm glad I stayed home today to unwind - looks like everything went well at the Sentence Hearing - says here that our Mr. Pricken is going away for ten years - the maximum sentence that he could have received.  How was it being so close to the court proceedings today?" Caralyn asked.

     Alisa thought for a second.

     "Not bad, I don't think the professor knew I was in the gallery...  Any who, I'm beat.  I'm taking a long shower and then a longer soak.  By the way, that's 'Professor' Pricken to you." Alisa said as she gave Caralyn a sarcastic and teasing look.

     Both chuckled out loud as Alisa started on her way to the bathroom.

     Caralyn couldn't help but cop a glance at her roommate's athletic bare legs and cute bare feet as she sashayed by the couch.  She listened as Alisa stepped into the hall on her way to the bathroom.  The floor in the hall was tiled and she could hear the suction-cup like sound that sticky bare feet make when walking on hard floors.  The next sound that Caralyn heard was the bathroom door closing and then she heard the shower water running.

 

* * * * * * *

 

     "Are you sure this is it?" Madame Perloine asked.

     "Positive Miss MP, 'Clydestone'." Sue said while driving cautiously.

     "It's the same place we came to when we first followed them home from the university.  We've shadowed them again for three days now and this is definitely the place.  I even rode up with one of them in the elevator yesterday.  She got out at the tenth floor - I stayed on and went to the twelfth floor and then went back down to the lobby.  I didn't want to attract any attention by getting out on the same floor.  Don't worry, she didn't recognize me.  Debbie confirmed their room number with the management office." Sue explained to Madame Perloine.

     "Number 1021...it's not too far from the service elevator either!" Debbie chimed-in excitedly as she sat in the front passenger seat.

     "Purrrrfect, turn into the parking garage right here and try to get a space close to the service elevator." Madame Perloine directed.

     Sitting in the back seat, queen that she was, Madame Perloine felt buoyed by the way the last hour had gone and was confident that the next hour would go also as well.  She felt a heady rush and then realized that a certain part of her body was also excited, anticipating the upcoming reunion.

     "I'm excited.  Are you excited too?" Madame Perloine asked as she turned to the professor.

     "Yes, but I will feel much better once we're driving out of this place!" Professor Pricken replied coolly.

     "Agreed!" Madame Perloine replied.

     Sue did as she was told and drove into the parking garage, careful not to squeal the tires that would announce their arrival.

     They were in luck.

     There was an empty visitor space just one space away from the service elevator.  She backed the SUV slowly into the visitor space and turned-off the ignition.  Sue pointed-out Alisa's car that was parked over in a resident space.  They all then relaxed and waited, relieved that no one had paid any attention to them.

     Professor Pricken was careful not to get too close to a window in case someone walked by and recognized the now-escaped convict.

 

* * * * * * *

 

     Caralyn waited for a minute or so and then raised her ear towards the bathroom door.  The water was still running and she could hear Alisa humming - she hadn't even entered the shower yet!  The pretty brunette then arose from the couch and tiptoed to the front door, pausing at the last second and looking back to the bathroom door.

     Her excitement then escalated when she looked down and saw that her superheroine partner had indeed worn her black pumps to the courthouse that day.  They were Alisa's favorite pair and had a way of making her roommate's legs look even sexier when she wore them.

     That they made Alisa's feet sweat more so than her other shoes even added to the equation.

     Glancing a second time at the bathroom door, just to make sure it was still closed, she then slowly bent down and picked up the shoes.  She lifted them up to her nose and closed her eyes.

     She then took a deep whiff.

     The somewhat-sweet and somewhat-acrid aroma emanating from her friend's shoes, after her wearing them the entire day, was especially strong.  They were even till moist inside from Alisa's foot sweat.

     She took another deep whiff.

     "Mmmmmmm...  Veronica was so right...  Definitely an aphrodisiac." Caralyn whispered to herself.

     She still found it strange how Veronica's comment about foot odor being an aphrodisiac was still her only memory from that first day visiting the university.  Just sitting on the couch and thinking about her roommate's bare feet and shoes had made Caralyn moist down there.

     Now, actual whiffs of the pungent pumps were making her even more excited and certifiably wet.

 

* * * * * * *

 

     Sitting on the makeup chair in the bathroom, Alisa took her time getting ready for her shower.

     She thought about her long day and started rubbing her legs to relax the muscles.  She had wanted to look business-like at the courthouse in case anyone noticed her so she had chosen to wear a simple white blouse and black skirt.  It was forecasted to be a muggy day so she had foregone wearing nylons and chosen to go bare-legged wearing her medium-heeled black pumps.

     She loved these pumps in particular - not too high and not too low.  They were easy to walk in and helped keep her legs looking shapely.  Alisa also loved how she caught men staring at her legs, especially when wearing the pumps.  The tease even dangled her shoes off of her toes on purpose at times, especially in restaurants, to entice the gawkers even more.

     "I'm such a minx!" Alisa giggled to herself as she sat on the chair and now stroked and kneaded her feet.

     Standing up, she unbuttoned her blouse and let it drop to the floor.  Next, she undid the clasp on the back of her skirt and it too slid to the floor.  She undid the front clasp on her white bra and moved to her right and then to her left, letting the straps slide off each respective shoulder.  The bra joined the blouse and skirt on the floor and now Alisa's firm breasts were released from their restriction.

     Her nipples perked-up, enjoying the slightly cooler air.  She took a few moments to stroke her tits, closing her eyes as she enjoyed her own touch.  Her nipples got even harder.  Feeling her pussy stir from the breast play, Alisa stopped her motions and proceeded to step out of her white panties, surprised that they were already moist from just the moment or two of breast stimulation.

     She had worn her hair up and now she let it down.

     Her beautiful dark-brown hair flowed down to her mid-back.  She was born with straight hair and this made it easier to wear it long.  Alisa paused to look at herself in the mirror and was very happy with what she saw.  She was a beautiful twenty year-old brunette with beautiful perky breasts and a gorgeous athletic build.  Her legs were shapely with cute ankles and even cuter feet.

     Although one of the shorter superheroines at 5' 5", she was one of the more sexy and spunky ones.  Her captivating green eyes capped her full superheroine persona - she was Emerald Minx.

     The sassy and saucy heroine then stepped into the shower and felt the wonderful flow of hot water on her equally hot body.

 

* * * * * * *

 

     Caralyn quickly moved back to the couch and positioned herself flat on her back.

     Instead of facing the door, she chose to put her head at the end of the couch closest to the door so she could gaze-out towards the window.  She placed Alisa's black pumps by her left hip.  Caralyn quickly unbuttoned her shirt all the way and let each side of the shirt fall to the side.  Next, she undid her cutoff shorts and took her left leg out of both her shorts and panties.  She then slid her shorts and panties down her right leg to just above her right knee.

     Pausing to make sure she still heard the shower water running, Caralyn relaxed and proceeded to masturbate.

     Her right hand begin teasing each breast and nipple, bringing each nipple to hardness.  She felt her breasts expand slightly with excitement.  Working back and forth with her hand from each breast to the other brought little gasps and moans with each pass.  She tried to be quiet but it was becoming increasingly difficult because she was already so horny.  Next, she allowed her hand to move down slowly to its intended target.

     Her hand found her very wet vagina and proceeded to rub it, delicately at first and then more pronouncedly.

     "Ohhhh!" was all Caralyn could say as she moved her left hand to her breasts and nipples as her right hand continued its mission.

     "Ahhhh!" was her next response as her fingers started working in and out of her moistened opening, prodding and pulling at times, pausing to work circles in around her pussy lips at others.

     "Mmmmm!" was Caralyn's third reaction as she continued to react to her hand's and finger's master work.

     And now Caralyn's left hand stopped its breast stroking and picked up one of the black pumps and lifted it to her nostrils.

     She inhaled deeply.

     The sudden added smell of Alisa's sweet foot odor made Caralyn shutter and moan even louder.  The aroma made her head swim even more and her pussy wetted even more.  Her fingers started working faster and faster.

     "Ohhh Ohhh." were Caralyn's new moans as she got louder and louder.

     She let the smelly shoe rest over her nose and moved her left hand back to her breasts to continue stroking and rubbing them.

     "Ahhh Ahhh." Caralyn continued as her fingers started working in and out of her dripping pussy, pausing to massage, pausing to circle, and then continuing their unabated in-and-out attack.

     "Mmmm Mmmm." she continued in utter arousal.

     Deep-down visions of what she wished she could do with her sexy roommate's stinky feet now flooded Caralyn's brain.  ...smelling...  ...licking...  ...toes...

     "Ohh Ohh Ohh." Caralyn now said as her breaths became shorter and quicker. 

     The visions flickered faster and faster.  Smelling pumps...licking soles...sucking toes... 

     "Ahh Ahh Ahh." was all Caralyn could say as she moved her leg left up and cradled it on the top of the couch. 

     This now allowed even more access and freedom for her right hand to continue its masterful deed.

     "Mmmm Mmm Mmm." were Caralyn's constant and aroused moans.

 

* * * * * * *

 

     Alisa took her time in the shower, enjoying the rush of the hot water and the cleansing feel of the slippery shampoo and soap.  Hair, face, arms, hands, shoulders, breasts, stomach, vagina, legs, feet, back, bum... they all got their respective turns of soaping and rinsing...her vagina more so than her other body parts.

     The sweet brunette couldn't help but enjoy the touching of her private area, noticing that her body was supplying added moisture to that particular area in addition to the water from the showerhead.

     "I think my body is telling me something.  And I'm going to listen!" Alisa giggled to herself.

     Having finished the appropriate washing of her body, Alisa proceeded to the more relevant business at hand.

     Uncoupling the water wand from the showerhead, she proceeded to sit down in the shower with her back against one of the walls.  She spread her legs apart and then brought her knees up, leaving her feet flat on the shower floor.  She then let the delightful flow of water from the water wand trace across her nether region.

     The first water jet brought an instant and quick 'Oh' followed by a long 'Ahhhhh' from the superheroine.

 

* * * * * * *

 

     Caralyn knew she was just seconds away from orgasm.

     Her right hand was all over her dripping pussy.  Her left hand was doing its job on her excited tits.  She took the black pump from her nose and replaced it with the other black pump, thus getting a fresh supply of Alisa's delightful foot order.

     Somehow her pussy became even more engorged and wet - her pelvic area was beginning to convulse.

     Her right hand was producing loud slapping noises from the contact with her body.  Her voice was supplying louder gasps and moans.  Her right hand then grabbed the first black pump by her hip and pressed the hard small heel against her clit.

     The feeling was jolting and all-at-once exhilarating.

     "Oh, yes, fuck me Alisa!  FUCK ME with your fuck-me pumps!!  JUST FUCK ME!!!" Caralyn pleaded in a determined voice to her beautiful roommate, who was in the bathroom and out of earshot.

     Caralyn's body had had enough and the beautiful superheroine came in a shuttering, loud, and prolonged orgasm, squirting yet even more fluid between her legs...

     It took a few moments for Caralyn to come back down.

     She removed the shoe resting over her nose.  She listened.  She still could hear the water running.  She even thought she heard some soft moans coming from the bathroom.  She knew she had to wipe up and return Alisa's shoes to the front door area but decided she needed a few more seconds.  She relaxed and closed her eyes.

     "Now!" Madame Perloine directed.

     At that, Debbie grabbed Caralyn's left arm and left leg, which was still draped over the top of the couch.  Sue rushed in and grabbed Caralyn's right arm and sat on her right leg.  At the same time, Madame Perloine pressed Caralyn's forehead down with one hand and then pressed a chloroform-soaked cloth to Caralyn's nose with her other hand.

     All three held and pressed tightly.

     Caralyn, completely taken off guard, struggled mightily against the attack.  She couldn't even see the fiends attacking her as the chloroform cloth blocked her sight.  But in her relaxed and self-weakened condition, her resistance was, shall we say, futile.  Her climax had left her weak and her arms and legs were like rubber against her attackers.  Caralyn tried not to breathe in the dastardly fumes; she tried to squirm and wrench out of the strong holds.

     But it was to no avail.

     What began as loud 'MMMMPPPPHHHH's steadily and surely turned to softer 'mmpphhs' and moans.  And then Caralyn was out.  The squirming and wrenching stopped.  The cloth was held to her nose for a few more seconds until it was deemed safe to remove it.

     Madame Perloine then moved to where Debbie was standing and looked down at the chloroformed cutie for about thirty seconds.  She then raised Caralyn's limp left leg up from the top of the couch by the ankle.  She brought the bare foot up to her nose and inhaled, reveling again in the now-familiar scent of the chloroformed girl's foot odor.

     The first encounter back at the university, when she had removed Star Babe's boots while in her Veronica Worthy alter-ego, seemed like a long time ago.  She paused and inhaled the aroma from Caralyn's foot a few more times, delighting in the sticky feel of the girl's delicious feet.  She felt herself getting aroused and reluctantly placed Caralyn's foot and leg back down on the couch.

     "Quickly now my pets, prepare her!" Madame Perloine directed with a strong voice.

     "She's out like a light." Sue said softly.

     "A climaxed and chloroformed Caralyn." Debbie said as she smirked deviously.

     "With all her moaning, she couldn't even hear us opening the door with the skeleton key and then snapping the safety chain." Sue added with a delicious smile on her face.

     The two subordinates carried out their directions in quick robotic fashion.

     First, Caralyn was carried to the floor and placed on her back.  Her shirt, panties and shorts were removed, leaving the superheroine completely nude.  A metal band was placed across her waist and then she was rolled over onto her stomach.  The metal band was secured in back.  This metal band had one eyelet on the front below her bellybutton and another eyelet on the back above her butt crack. Caralyn's arms were crossed and heavily cuffed behind her back, left elbow-to-right wrist and right elbow-to-left wrist.

     "She's ready for the device." Debbie stated matter-of-factly.

     Madame Perloine smiled.

     She reached into her bag and pulled out a black power-bullet vibrator about four inches in length and handed it to Debbie.  Attached to the base of the vibrator were two metal cords about seven inches in length.  Madame Perloine then handed a small clear rubbery sleeve and some lube to Debbie.  On the outside of the sleeve were little raised nubs that would add to the stimulation.

     Debbie inserted the bullet vibrator into the sleeve and then coated the outside of the sleeve with some lube.  As Sue held Caralyn on her side, Debbie inserted the devious device into Caralyn's still-wet pussy with ease.  Each metal cord at the base of the vibrator was then attached to each eyelet on the waist band, one in the front and one in the back.

     "Ready." Debbie called.

     Madame Perloine pressed a button on a remote and the metal band around Caralyn's waist quickly tightened - the two metal cords holding the vibrator in place quickly tightened as well.  The vibrator now appeared to be secured inside Caralyn's pussy.

     Debbie inspected and tugged at each band and reported.

     "Good, the device is secure!  It's not going anywhere." Debbie declared to her cohorts.

     Caralyn was then flipped on her back and her ankles cuffed and her legs bound at her knees.  Sue placed a blindfold over Caralyn's eyes.

     "Ready." Debbie signaled yet again.

     Madame Perloine pressed another button on the remote and the vibrator commenced its wicked dance.

     The device began to vibrate, ever so softly, but ever so fiendishly.  In just a short minute, Caralyn's pelvic area began to rise and fall ever so slightly in rhythmic harmony to the soft pulsations happening in her pussy.  She let out a soft moan in response to feeling the steady stimulations.  The device was working as planned. 

     "Delicious." was all Madame Perloine could say.

     "What if she wakes up and makes more noise?" Sue asked.

     Her boss then reached again into her bag of tricks and pulled out a small gas canister attached to a small nose mask by a plastic tube and passed the assembly to Sue.  Sue then placed the small mask over Caralyn's nose and secured it with the mask's strap around her head.  The canister had its own metal band and it too was secured around the sleepy superheroine's waist.

     It was Sue's turn to now report.

     "Ready!" was Sue's simple call.

     Madame Perloine pressed yet a third button on the remote and a light on the gas canister turned on.  The vibrator control was increased slightly and they could then hear the vibrator whirring just a little louder.

     All three henchwomen watched and listened.

     They could see a little moisture come out of Caralyn's pussy - she was getting wet.  Caralyn then moved her head and let out a louder moan, obviously stimulated by the increased pulses by the embedded phallic-shaped device.

     When Caralyn's head moved and she moaned, the movement and sound sensors on the mask sent signals to the canister and the three of them then heard a slight hissing sound.  After about five seconds, the gas canister stopped making the hissing sound.  And then the helpless superheroine abruptly ceased moaning and returned back to sleepy land as a result of the timely dose of knock-out gas.

     "Absolutely delicious." Madame Perloine said arousedly as she watched Caralyn succumb to the hisses of the knock-out gas.

     "Well done my pets!  But we still have Emerald Minx to capture.  And by the sounds that I'm hearing, I think she is going to be in a weakened condition as well!" Madame Perloine relayed to her helpers.

     All three women could hear the moans emanating from the bathroom and laughed at how these supposedly feisty superheroines were each contributing to their respective capture.

 

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     Alisa alternated the flow from the water-wand from pulsing to spray to normal, each change bringing a resulting 'Ohhhh', 'Mmmmm', or 'Ahhhh'.  She changed the target location back and forth from her pussy lips to her clit...back to her pussy lips...back to her clit...back to her pussy lips.

     "Ohhh Ahhh Mmmm." were Alisa's heated moans.

     She intermingled all body areas and water-flow settings as her moans and gasps got shorter and shorter.

     "Ohh Ahh Mmm.  Oh Oh Oh Ah Ah Ah." Alisa continued.

     She closed her eyes and let visions of cocks flood her mind: big cocks....  thick cocks...  long cocks...

     Alisa used the water-wand like it was a cock, pressing it up to and into her pussy.  She used it to penetrate her pussy, tease it, penetrate it deeper, and work it in and out.  Her moans and gasps were constant and repetitive.

     "Fuck me!  That's it...yes, fuck it!!  Fuck my pussy!!!  Work that cock, yes, yes, fuck that pussy, fuck me harder with that cock..." Alisa said with heated arousal as she spread her legs wider and wider and let the wand-cock in deeper and deeper.

     This went on for a few minutes with Alisa in a sexual stupor as she worked the water-wand in and out of her pussy, faster and faster, deeper and deeper.

     She finally stiffened against the wall and reached orgasm in a jarring climax that left her both speechless and exhausted.  During her climax, she had tried to be as quiet as possible so as not to attract her roommate's attention.  She couldn't know that she could have been as loud as she wanted and Caralyn would have not have heard a sound.

     After a few restful minutes, Alisa got up and turned the water off and put the water-wand back on its mount.

     She exited the shower and toweled herself dry and combed her hair, letting it fall down over her shoulders to her back.  The cutie then wrapped her torso in her towel and left the bathroom to go to her bedroom to get dressed.

     Coming out of the bathroom, she turned right and went down the rest of the hallway - she passed Caralyn's bedroom on her left.  Caralyn's door was shut and she could see that the light was on from underneath the door - perhaps her roommate was getting ready to go out for something she thought.  Alisa reached her bedroom and went in and turned the light switch on.

     But the room remained dark.

     And at that moment, everything went dark for Alisa as Madame Perloine, rushing from Caralyn's bedroom, attacked from behind Alisa by pushing a thick black hood over the heroine's head.

     Debbie and Sue, rushing up from inside Alisa's bedroom, attacked from in front of Alisa by each grabbing an arm.  Both held Alisa tightly and then lifted her up and off the ground.  They turned her around so that the now-hooded attackee now faced her main attacker.  Alisa's legs flailed about as she tried to get leverage, any leverage.  She couldn't see a thing.  She twisted and contorted her body trying to break loose from the strong arms that held her.

     But she was weak.  Very weak.

     The exquisite orgasm had left her mentally and physically drained.  In her valiant struggle against the arms that held her, the towel around her torso gave way.  It fell to the ground and exposed her perfect and swaying breasts.  Try as she may, Alisa could not break free from the strong arms holding her up.

     Her kingdom for a powerbelt.

     Madame Perloine then pushed a small plastic tube up and under the black hood covering Alisa's head and turned the knob on the gas canister that she was holding.  A loud hissing sound was heard as the knock-out gas quickly released up and into the confines of the hood.

     Alisa immediately began coughing and gasping for clean air.

     The spunky superheroine's thrashings and kicks increased, but her athletic legs only found empty air as Madame Perloine stood her distance.  Debbie and Sue held her firmly.  A little of the yellowish gas flowed-out from under the bottom of the hood around Alisa's neck, but Madame Perloine, Debbie, and Sue all wore dust masks to keep any of the foul fumes away.

     Alisa wasn't as lucky.

     Her twisting and contorting slowly subsided as the knock-out gas completed its insidious deed.  Alisa's legs, so desperate for traction and trying to kick anything it could find, soon ceased their protests.  They ended-up swaying meekly in the air - her feet and toes pointed downward in defeat, dangling just inches away from the floor.

     Madame Perloine turned the canister off and waited about fifteen seconds.  She then turned the canister back on and released yet another healthy dose of gas on the besieged superheroine.  But the first dosage was enough.  Alisa was, like her roommate, out like a light.

     The hood was removed and then Sue and Debbie lowered the naked and unconscious Alisa to the ground.  Her beautiful limp body was then dragged down the hallway towards the living room.  Her sexy feet dragged behind her and slid silently over the floor.  When finally in the living room, she was plopped-down next to her complacent compatriot.

 

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     The same actions that were carried-out on Caralyn were now completed on Alisa.

     In just a few minutes, the trio of women gazed-down upon the two captive and slumbering superheroines who were completely nude.  Each one was trussed-up tightly and each had a pussy-imbedded vibrator keeping them climaxed and powerless.  Each also wore a nose mask and had a full canister of knock-out gas strapped to their respective waist.  The knock-out gas was keeping both blindfolded heroines unconscious.

     Sue and Debbie, both turned-on by the sight of the naked and helpless superheroines, began rubbing and touching themselves. 

     "Not now girls." Madame Perloine admonished with a curt tone to her voice.

     "There will be plenty of time for that later!" the villainess added reassuringly.

     And then Madame Perloine took another look at the gorgeous and incapacitated girls lying side-by-side in front of her.

     How she wished that there were four superheroines lying helplessly before her instead of just the two.  Since the night of the arrests at the warehouse, Madame Perloine had discovered that 'CS' was superheroine 'Crimson Spark' and that 'BL' was superheroine 'Blue Lightning'.  Her revenge on the masked meddlers Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning would be, however, another plan for another day.

     Madame Perloine returned to the present.

     "Well done my pets!  Let's get these beauties bagged so we can be on our way!!" Madame Perloine directed.

     Each superheroine was then lifted-up and placed in a black body-length canvas bag for transport out of the condo.  Each bag had mesh windows placed strategically throughout to allow for the flow of fresh air in and out of the bag.

     "Sue, go bring the bin up." Madame Perloine now directed.

     Sue heeded her master's direction and left the condo, only to return a few minutes later with a big and wheeled cargo-bin used to distribute large supplies in the building.  She had found the bin while scouting the location a few days earlier.

     While Sue was away, Madame Perloine had gone into Caralyn's bedroom and opened the superheroine's locked closet with the same skeleton key that had opened the front door.  She retrieved Star Babe's superheroine costume and put everything in a black canvas bag...boots, short-shorts, panties, bra-top, gloves, pendant, mask, headband, cape, and powerbelt...everything that comprised Star Babe's superheroine costume found its way into the bag.

     Madame Perloine had then gone into Alisa's bedroom and opened her closet with the skeleton key.  She retrieved everything that comprised Emerald Minx's superheroine costume and put everything into the same black canvas bag...boots, skirt, panties, spandex top, gloves, bracelets, choker, mask, headband, cape, and powerbelt.

     After retrieving the superheroines' costumes, Madame Perloine then went into the bathroom and hung the wet towel that had been wrapped around Alisa's delicious torso on the towel rack.  She picked up Alisa's panties, black skirt, bra, and white blouse from the floor and placed everything in the black canvas bag.  The black-clad villainess returned to the living room and placed the costume bag next to the two bagged beauties.

     Caralyn's shirt, panties, and shorts were added to the bag's contents.

     Madame Perloine then noticed Alisa's two black pumps on the couch and some flip-flops next to the couch.  She chuckled to herself and placed all four of the shoes in the black canvas bag.

     "Let's load-up and get out of here." Madame Perloine said as she picked-up the canister of knock-out gas that had been used on Alisa.

     Madame Perloine unzipped Caralyn's black canvas bag and lifted the mask covering the girl's nose.  Then Star Babe received a quick blast of the knock-out gas in her face.  The mask was placed back over her nose.

     And then Madame Perloine had another devious thought.

     She retrieved Alisa's black pumps from the black canvas bag.  She took one of the pungent pumps and placed it over Star Babe's gas mask and nose.  She secured it around the sleepy superheroine's head with some duct tape.

     "There, if somehow she breathes past the gas mask, she'll be bedeviled by the odor from Alisa's stinky shoe." Madame Perloine thought to herself, remembering the time in the Monitoring Room at the university when Caralyn, dressed as Star Babe, couldn't get enough of the tantalizing and arousing emanations from Alisa's sexy, sweaty, and stinky black pumps.

     And then it was Alisa's turn.

     Madame Perloine opened her black bag and lifted-up Emerald Minx's mask from her nose.  Alisa then took a shot of the gas in her face as well.  Madame Perloine returned the mask over Emerald Minx's nose and secured the girl's second stinky shoe over her gas mask and nose.

     She chuckled to herself and closed the bag.

     "There, that ought to keep them quiet during the trip down to the parking garage." the vile villainess lamented.

     All three bags were then lifted and placed carefully into the bin in the hallway.  The bin was too big to maneuver into the condo.  While Debbie and Sue began moving the heavy bin to the service elevator, Madame Perloine took a last look inside the condo.

     Surmising that they had everything, she exited the now quiet condo and locked the door.

     The trip down the hallway to the service elevator and the trip down the service elevator to the parking garage presented no trouble - all the action in the condo appeared to have not alerted anyone to any wrongdoing.

     At the SUV, Madame Perloine opened the rear tailgate and then helped Sue and Debbie retrieve all three canvas bags from the bin.  The bags were placed side-by-side in the back of the vehicle.  One bag contained Star Babe while the second bag held Emerald Minx.  The third bag contained the superheroines' costumes.

     Sue returned the bin to the supply-closet next to the service elevator.  She then returned to the vehicle and got into the driver's seat - Debbie was already sitting in the front passenger seat again.  Madame Perloine and Professor Pricken had retaken their places in the backseat. 

     Sue drove the black SUV out of the parking garage and onto the adjoining street.  She drove through the city traffic for about five minutes.

     Emerald Minx slowly awoke in her canvas bag, but the heroine couldn't move her arms or legs.  She could feel the vibrator pounding-away in her nether region.  The fiendish phallic was relentless.  Alisa could feel her pussy juices trickling down her legs as she tried to not move her head.  She had learned earlier that if she moved her head, a dose of knock-out gas would arrive and send her back to sleepy land.

     But that was earlier and now a different insidious scent was attacking her nostrils.

     "It smells like...  It smells like my own foot odor!" Alisa thought to herself.

     She knew very well what her black pumps smelled like after a long day of walking in them.  She would often smell them to gauge how stinky her feet were.  Alisa quickly surmised that one of her stinky pumps had been placed over her gas mask and over her mouth.  The brunette also surmised that some of her hair must be trapped between her skin and the gas mask's rim causing an opening in the mask's seal.

     The pungent fumes from her stinky shoe was overpowering her.

     Alisa couldn't take any more of the insidious scent.  She shook her head violently to try and escape the fumes.  The sensors on her gas mask felt her head move and called for another dose of knock-out gas.  Emerald Minx heard the sinister hiss of the canister and knew what was coming.

     And then Alisa reacted to the pulsating phallic in her pussy, and the aphrodisiactic aroma from her own black pump, and orgasmed.

     The mighty Emerald Minx was rocked to sleep by her body's climax.  She drifted-off knowing full well that her own foot odor was helping to do her in.  She moaned as her sweet body spasmed and convulsed to the long climax.

     All four of the fiends sitting in the SUV's seats heard the hiss from the gas canister and then they heard the soft moaning coming from one of the black canvas bags.  Then they heard nothing but silence.  All four chuckled to themselves at the thought of one of the sexy and nude superheroines succumbing to the fiendish fumes of the knock-out gas.

     Star Babe also heard the hiss of gas and resulting moaning from the bag next to her.  The thought of Alisa tied and helpless really didn't galvanize her.  If anything, the thought of her sweet Alisa helpless and orgasming over and over only sent her body further toward its own orgasm.

     Caralyn was finding it very difficult to concentrate.

     She had come to the conclusion that one of Alisa's stinky and pungent pumps was secured over her gas mask and nose, and that something was breaking the seal around the gas mask.  Perhaps it was her own hair trapped between her skin and the rim of the mask

     In any case, the strong odor from Alisa's shoe was shooting into and up her nostrils.

     It was the only thing she could smell and it was driving her absolutely bananas.  Between the devilish vibrator in her vagina and the heady fumes of Alisa's foot odor, Caralyn had already lost count of her orgasms.  The combination of the two were finishing her off rather quickly.

     And yet another orgasm was building.  A very strong one too, as the images of a climaxed and chloroformed Alisa flooded Caralyn's mind.

     The superheroine couldn't hold back.

     Caralyn climaxed with a strong orgasm that forced her bound body to buck and convulse against her strong bonds.  Star Babe let out a loud and erotic 'Oh!' as her orgasm shook the beauty to her climaxing core.

     Her mask's audio sensor quickly engaged and called for knock-out gas.  Caralyn was then consumed by knock-out gas and what seemed like stinky-shoe gas.  She drifted off to a deep and contented sleep, dreaming about Alisa's sexy and wonderfully aphrodisiactic feet.

     All four heard the loud reaction and then shortly after they heard a small hiss - and then they heard nothing but silence.  They all laughed out loud.

     Madame Perloine recognized Star Babe's erotic release and knew that Alisa's aphrodisiactic-like foot odor had played a part in the girl's loud orgasm.  She silently delighted in her devilish wickedness.  She envisioned Caralyn's beautiful body shuddering and shaking in orgasmic bliss - with one of Alisa's stinky black pumps strapped strategically over her nose.

     The villainess chuckled to herself and turned to Professor Pricken with a pronouncement.

     "It's great to be back in business!" Madame Perloine announced with delightful deliciousness as well as with sinister stimulation.

 

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The End of Episode 003:

"The Mysterious Madame Perloine and the Proficient Professor Pricken"

(Part 3)

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This story will continue in a future Titanville episode.

Alas!  There is news happening elsewhere in Titanville that must be reported in my next episode, Episode 004:

"The Sinister Seven Seas Sensational Spa"

(Part 1)

by

Titanville

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