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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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does not exist in real life.
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Episode 003 ~
"The
Mysterious Madame Perloine and the Proficient Professor Pricken"
(Part
3)
by
Titanville
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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.
*
* * * * * *
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.
*
* * * * * *
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.
*
* * * * * *
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)
by
Titanville
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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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