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KISS OR DIP by JAN-TORThe vent was hot, hotter than she'd expected when they'd first crawled in from several levels above. So hot it was that Tara's palms were clammy, her torso and legs too dripping with sweat as she crawled along the surface of the cramped metal tunnel behind her sister. Oh god, what she would do for Kara's cooling ice gem right now, even her skimpy outfit not enough to keep the heat off. The alien fabric to which both girls' super suits were constructed of, their supply had only been large enough to craft two sets of glorified bikinis, Tara's in the deep red to match her hair and represent her fiery powers; Kara's white, playing off her hair's silver-blond shade and the frost gem that gave her strength. "You alright back there, Tara?" a concerned but far more comfortable Kara called back to her beloved step sister as she continued her breezy crawl along the metal floor. She couldn't really comprehend the red head's plight. How could she? She didn't have a gem that raidated a warmth through her body. Quite the opposite. They both however did have the alien material working its side effect on their nether region, but Kara had always been better at controlling such desires. Tara on the other hand... and in uncomfortable heat like this… "Ye…yeah…I'm fine Kara, thanks." Tara replied with a lie, even her own breath torturing her as it bounced back the warm air of her lungs into her face. She tried to fan herself but it did little good, her red hair matted with sweat and stuck to her cheeks and forehead. "Let's uh…lets just…" She struggled to get her words out, her chest pumping. The heat wasn't just building on her skin, but also down there - burning heat deep in her loins, her mind more than a little out of sorts by the distraction. The alien fabric of their suits, it may have been strong, near indestructible, and their bottoms at least irremovable without their consent because of its power, but the longer they wore them, the more she crawled through this heated vent, the more that feeling was taking over, the more she couldn't resist bringing her fingers down there, the more she had to, needed to… "...let's just get going, Kara. I think if we can…we can just make it a few more yards…then we can…then we can…" She cringed at her own thoughts, attacked by shame whilst also wanting to to sink in deeper. Oh why had she had to go into the vent last, why had she had to follow her sister, her lover’s rear. It wiggled so seductively inches away from her face, so round, so peachy, so perfect. Tara's lips salivated with every hypnotic sway of Kara's crawl. Her loins, they couldn't help themselves, they wanted her to reach forwards, squeeze a cheek; to bite it. 'No!' she told herself over and over, screaming it in her head as she scrunched her eyes and shook it. 'No, you're on a mission for goodness sake. Save it for home! It's just the heat. You'll be out of this soon. You can beat this!' "Look, Tara!" her sister whispered, the prompt thankfully catching her focus as Kara came to a stop in front of her. "Look," her sister called again, drawing Tara's attention to the wrist watch with the little green blinking circle tracker. The tracker sat in the middle of the little screen, finally indicating they had reached their target. "Look, they must be down there. See, Kara, wasn't the stealth route the right option after all? Little bit of covert ops and we managed to get here without all the fire fight." Tara could hear it in Kara's voice. Her sister was so proud of herself, Tara could hardly tell her she'd have given anything right now to be out of this vent, guns-a-blazing it with their powers. "Y…yeah Kara…g-great…great plan really. Now perhaps…perhaps we could find a way down and out of this vent?" Sweating buckets from her pores, Tara could barely think. Even her sister's firm thighs were making her chew on her own lip, the bare soles of the blonde’s debooted feet enough to cause Tara to salivate, the wrinkled soles and the soft little pads of all ten toes ever so lickable. Any evening, any other occasion than this she knew she could lick those soles freely. But now? Now as her loins burned with heat? The calm and collected Kara would never stand for it, work and play never to mix, even a peck on the cheek enough to send Tara to the doghouse. Yet her blonde partner's sexy toes suddenly curling up didn't help Tara's cause, a big old flush of heat bursting through her blood as Kara squealed from excitement, her feet kicking like a motorboat paddling. "Yes” Look. Here! Right here’s a grate I think we can move." she said poking the thing with her finger and rattling the metal. "And looks like there's no guards below. We can get out of here completely unnoticed." Tara sighed with relief, rubbing her neck as she dropped her heat a degree or two. Relief was coming at last and she didn't think she could have lasted a moment longer. But then came a prang of doubt, her head shooting up to her sister's whines. 'Oh god no. Please don't tell me!' "Oh crumbs! Oh no." Kara cooed, her toes wiggling, signaling concern. Tara couldn't breath, the vent ceiling and walls edging towards her as the heat kept rising, the false hope ripped away just making things worse. If she found out they were stuck, that was it. She was going to pounce on top of her sister, 'no' not an option. She was going to roll her onto her back, pin her down and ravish every fucking inch of her, no care for her lover's consent. If she found out they were stuck, she was definitely, definitely, doing as she pleased with her. "What is it Kara? What's the problem?" Tara asked with blunt, sharp words, unable to bury her frustrations as the rubbing on her neck came close to scratching. "You…you think we're stuck?" she asked again, then gasped at her own thoughts that prayed they were. "Oh no, nothing like that." Kara replied, shaking her head with a giggle as she assumed she'd put her sister’s doubts at ease. "It's just a little harder to break than I'd hoped, at least covertly. The screws…" she said, rattling one with her finger. "... they're not like the ones we broke when we entered. These ones seem to be stronger, my ice touch not enough to snap them. But I've got an idea! I think if we both combine our powers, hold it at the same time and give it a little frost and fire, the contraction and expansion, well it should be enough to basically explode it. Come on, quick Tara, you're going to have to crawl on top of me so we can both reach it simultaneously." "Ehh." Tara stammered at her partner's innocent plan. Climbing on her step sister's back. Riding her lover? Just the thought of it was pushing her limit. "Kara…I don't think umm…I'm not sure that's such a good…isn't it a bit intimate for a mission…" Kara spluttered as much as she tittered, gobsmacked as well as amused by her sister's pause. "What are you talking about? What's the big deal? For pete's sake, we do far worse when wrestling as part of training. Now come on, get over here already. It's the only way out unless you want me to blast a massive hole and send a billion guards this way!" "Y…yeah I know but…" Tara gulped a bunch of times. Her sister was right of course, there's nothing odd - nothing arousing - about what she was asking. Normal circumstances Tara wouldn't have thought twice, but with her body like this - with her crotch, her loins, her costume driving her ever more crazy with the passing seconds… But then again, what options did she have? The more she waited the worse it would get, so she gulped a few more times, hoping it would push some of her feelings back. "O-ok, i'm coming." she said, nodding reservedly, more of the skin of her lip being chewed on. She nearly did cum too, then and there, her body shuddering with lust as her hands slid around her sisters hips before gliding up the sides of her waist. Kara's skin had never felt so soft, her gorgeous abs never so toned. Tara's face was scrunched up, her gaze facing upwards. Soon enough her crotch would be docked against her lover's rump and then, well then things would get really unbearable. Already she was practically mounting her sister, the vent more and more cramped as her body ran against her partner's back, her own glistening and toned form the meat of a sandwich, between the vent wall and her lover. "You- eh. You alright there, T?" Kara asked back to her partner over her shoulder, her body suddenly shifting with discomfort. Kara could read her like a book, the heat of Tara’s skin, the laboured breath clear giveaways to how she was feeling. “You know this is an important mission, right?” "Y-yeah. I-im fine. Just a little out of breath from all this crawling. I had…had a big breakfast too. Can- can we just get on with it?" "Sure, Tara, ok. Whatever. Just concentrate please." Kara replied with a cocked eyebrow over her left eye. She pretended to believe her sister, but the way she twisted her ass to shift it away from Tara's crotch, and the way she grunted with frustration when Tara's leg wrapped around her thigh, pulling and pinning them back together again, it was enough to know Tara's lie hadn't landed and that the more composed sister wasn't so impressed by Tara's attitude. "Just stay focused on the mission, yeah? Just put your hand there, Tara. No! On the screw! Not on my hand." Despite Kara’s growning frustration, eventually they managed it, Tara's swallowing over Kara's ear enough to make her sister's eyes roll as they both began to activate their powers. Tara's concentration was only half though, the now rigidness of her sister's body under her, the annoyance that tightened it, it only crushed Tara more, her body generating further heat as she grew hornier. Her sister's neck, her ear, her shoulder, she wanted to place her lips there, suck on it, kiss it, bite it. 'Fuck it, I can't not. I need to do it. Mission be damned. Fuck you, Kara.' Her eyes morphed then and there, a sharp and hungry gaze as her chest pumped like a jackhammer. She'd decided. She was just going to do what she wanted, and damn her lover's no work/play rules. But that lust control (or lack of it) was just what her powers needed, a surge in the form of a flame flickering out of her finger tip was the catalyst that suddenly snapped the screw asunder, a small pop echoing through the vent as the metal exploded. "That's it! We did it." Kara squealed, both excited and in a hurry. One screw of four seemingly enough, her hand pounded on the grate, enough strength to force it from its sockets. The metal fell, crashing and clattering on the floor below with enough wracket to only half make their covert operation mute. The bang was enough to shake some sense into Tara too, her cheeks flush red from the thought of what she had been close to doing - and lost in that thought as her sister's shoulders shook to shimmer her off them. "Come on Tara, get it together. Let's get going." Kara called over her shoulder as she disappeared from under Tara, leaving the redhead unsupported as she twisted her slender frame, her feet soon slipping out through the grate's hole with the rest of her following. Her feet landed on the ground with a soft pat, her knees bending to take the blow. "Come on Tara, what are you doing? Get down here." Kara whispered up, hand cupped around her mouth. But Tara was a mess, sapped of all energy. And her loins were screaming out, disappointed by the lost opportunity that had been ripped away mere milliseconds before Tara could strike. "C…coming." Tara croaked, her hands and knees barely able to scrape along the vents floor. The cool breeze from the grates hole called her forwards, but not enough. When she managed to dismount the vent, she did so without the grace of her sister, a sloth in motion as she crawled round, then dangled down, dropping to the floor and collapsing onto it. "Uh…I just need…just need a minute Kara…to recover and then…" Tara was on the floor, on her side, propped up by one elbow as she fanned her glistening body with her other hand. But Kara was lacking any empathy. Already frustrated by her sister's attitude in the vent, she had no time for Tara's weakness, the frost gem carrying heroine's heart as cold as her power's signature temperature. She huffed whilst looking down at her mess of a lover, then marched forward, towards the doorway. "We haven't got time for this, Tara. We've got to follow the tracker. Come on, it's just through this door and…" Cutting her off from above, a sudden loud thud rang out, Kara reacted first, the energized teen able to snap her head round to the sound whilst the sluggish Tara's eyes eventually followed. But neither could twist in time for the second in front of them as thick metal plates shunted into place, blocking off the door just as the others had clamped off the vent to trap them. Tara's exhaustion pushing her to resignation of their situation, she simply groaned at the bad luck, her face scrunched as her eyes looked down. A trap. Of course. And after all that. But unlike Tara, Kara wouldn't accept her fate, not yet, trying her best to convince herself it was little more than a minor roadblock. Face in a pout, she flicked her thunderous eyes from door to vent, seemingly deciding which would be best to break. "Come on, Tara get up. We've gotten worse than this. Now all we need…" But before she could move to action a crackle interrupted her, the sound of a mic becoming active as a sharp, feminine voice boomed through speakers built into the ceiling. It started with a giggle - or more a cackle, the feedback taking a moment to settle as a voice they recognised enjoyed their predicament. "Oh Teen Fire, Teen Frost, so good of you to drop by. I'm afraid though now you're here I can't have you leaving. But don't worry, my little sluts. Since I've been expecting you and all, I have a little game in mind to keep you entertained…until your demise." Tara groaned, sinking her body deeper into the floor. Missy Fulcrum, it just had to be her. Callous as she was cunning, Tara knew there'd be no easy way out of this one. She was sure Kara would know that too, and give in now so they could just get on with it. But, that of course would have been far too easy. "Ugh. Missy you fiend!" Kara roared in her pout, stomping her foot like a stroppy child. 'Oh Kara, no. Please' Tara begged internally, too tired to speak. "You won't get away with this, trapping us like rats in here. Just you wait. Once we get out of this we'll…" Tara rolled her eyes. God Kara, why do you have to be so annoying? Thanks to her sister's little outbursts she knew what was coming as well as any villain. A fresh cackle came through the speakers as Missy retorted with her own cliches. "Oh dear, my dear. Well if you're not willing to play nice, I guess ill have to make you. Night night ladies, see you when you wake…eventually." The only warning they were given was the slight crackle of the metal panels of the floor as each one activated, and the drum of the machinery as it whirred to life. Moments later and Tara's body was vibrating, lighting up with an unfamiliar fire of electrical current surging through her from tip to unfortunate toes. As the contraption did its work, Tara only had one thought she could muster.'Oh at least it's a new one.' as she let the shocks take her to darkness. ………………………… Tara's body still ached as she groaned to consciousness many hours later. "Owww my….uhhh…" she moaned, the world still an odd fuzz in her head, her eyes tiring from even thinking of opening. She still felt a sizzle through her skin, or at least envisioned one, her muscles all cramped up with a bruised ache, even gravity feeling awkward, as if her weight ended in her head and was doing its best to stretch her upwards. But she spent less than a thought on the oddness of gravity, more befuddled by the weakness of fatigue that kept her hazy. And more so she was beginning to notice the tightness of her position, a cold chill of smooth and rigid metal touching her skin in multiple spots. Bands of the stuff it felt like, wrapping around her ankles, her calves and even her thighs as they clamped her legs side by side. Same to her wrists and elbows behind her back, her wrist straps blending into a solid belt which pinched around her waist to hold them rigid against her rear. The same metal chill ran around her neck, a hard tight metal band pinching at her skin from all sides, tight as could be without quite choking her. All this recognition, it happened in a matter of moments for Tara. Even despite the general sluggishness in her mind, she'd managed to scan her senses, focusing on each ache and pinch before she'd even fluttered her tired eyes into a blurry vision of the world in slight motion as her body swayed. There was a curl to her brow as she noticed the swing, a moment more passing before she clicked to the source of her gravity woes. She hung inverted by her ankles, a long steel chain snagged on her shackles disappearing into the rafters of an infinitely tall room. Her now evident upturned position coaxed her tired eyes to angle down as they focused, aiming at the vision beneath her, her ears already crackling to the hissing and bubbling of something brewing, her eyelashes now singeing as she gazed into the spitting hot vat of luminous green liquid, a clearly strong corrosive given by the stains it had left on the commercially sized container that held it. But the heat from below her was nothing compared to her sister's gaze, those thunderous eyes glaring at her as Tara finally focused dead ahead of her, her sister dangling just like her mere inches in front of her. The silver-blonde heroines exposed abs tightening and flinching as she flared her nostrils trying to argue against her bonds and crunch. The resulting frustrated glare met Tara as ballgag lips huffed into the slippery red ball that muffled her grunts. "Kara!" Tara gasped, immediately noticing her own garbled voice and discovering then that she too had been gagged. Her eyeball widening of shock earned an eye roll from her sister. Tara could practically hear her sister's thoughts, her sharp tone tutting as she spat about the redhead only just noticing a big intrusion in her mouth. How typical. Truth be told, the big red ball behind Tara's lips was not the only similarity the sisters shared in their predicaments, the others ashamedly only becoming clear to Tara as her eyes ran up her sisters figure, flickering across the restraints that held her. She noticed the cuffs that crushed and decorated her sister’s seductive legs, cuffs they should easily have been able to break with the strength of their powers. She noticed the collar around her sister's neck last, a shiny metal gray against the temple-like sandstone backdrop to which her sister dangled just like her. But the collar, other than decorative perhaps and certainly uncomfortable by the way it squeezed her sister's neck, seemed to have no purpose, a consuming thought that had Tara feeling something was amiss. She could even feel her sister’s thoughts again, ‘yeah, ya think?’ being sighed out by her sarcastic drool. But before Tara could ruminate further, her thoughts become distracted ever more, her ears pulsing to the click click click of stiletto heels echoing off the sandstone ground. “Well well well, trouble in paradise? You know it never really was clear if you two were sisters or perhaps secret lovers” Of course that actual answer was both, not that either sister would tell her so. The woman who had entered cackled at her own joke as she came to a pause whilst taking a note of Kara’s scowl. Dressed in a black business suit and skirt, she certainly didn’t look the part of an Egyptian princess the setting around her would have predicted, but the large towering meat of two men on either side of her certainly had the air of palace guards. It was Kara who reacted first, snarling out something unintelligible through her plugged up mouth, growling hard enough for spit to bubble up around the red ball and dribble on her lips. She snapped and thrashed against her shackles too, her words something along the lines of ‘Missy, you cow, let us down now, or there’ll be trouble’. But their host chose to ignore the snaps and snarls, or took them at most with giggled amusement. Her focus was more on Kara’s struggles, each of the shackles earning themselves a good tug and yank yet not even slightly cracking. “Oh I wouldn’t bother with that my dear, not with those power dampening collars keeping you as weak as kittens. Why I doubt you’d even break them if they were made of paper, my useless little chandeliers. Though…I'm not so sure the same can be said of the chains I hung you up with, I certainly skimped on the screws up there, so I’d avoid struggling too much if I were you. Unless, of course, you fancied the plunge?” Tara gasped, worried eyes shooting down to the bubbling broth below, Missy’s cackle a hum in her ears. So too were her next words, Missy barking at her goons “Take their gags out.” The redhead heroine grunted as a meaty hand grasped the back of her head, holding it firm, almost comforting if not for its unpleasant squeeze. “Don’t worry slut, not going to hurt you - much.” his gruff voice sniffed as he worked on the buckle. “Mouth nice and wide for me, that’s it, sexy.” Tara gagged as the ball was pried out, gasping as it popped from between her teeth, her jaw finally able to relax. It was almost worth the sting of her rear, some spit and a grunt breaking from her mouth as the goon smacked her rump while her gag slipped free, “You’re welcome, cunt.” sniggered in her ear as he left his red mark, leaving the heroine swaying from the blow. A dazed Tara was left twitching from the shock, dangling weakly from her hook whilst her sister used her mouth's new freedom to spit her insults without the hindrance. “Let us down, Missy you witch.” she hissed. “What do you even want with us this time?” Missy chuckled a little more, sighing too as she shook her head. “Oh it’s not about what I want, you superheroine dunce, not alone at least. It’s the city that wants you gone - the mayor included.” “Bullshit! He wouldn’t!” the heroine roared. “Eh, believe it or don’t, I don’t care. I have the bank transactions to prove it of course, but… I really don't see a reason to waste my energy convincing you. Regardless of the truth, you two will never be seen again. Not on the city’s surface at least, but only down here in your lovely, new permanent home.” Tara shivered at the thought. She made a soft pull on her own restraints, but already knew Missy was right, they weren’t getting out of this on their own, not with their collars intact. As ever Kara was less willing to accept her predicament, already snarling and twisting in her binds until the rattle and squeak from above spooked even her. “Missy, you bitch. Rargh! You wont get away with this.” But Tara wasn’t sure Missy agreed, their longtime nemesis giggling away like a teasing little school girl. “Oh but of course I will sweety, you silly little superheroine. Why, your sister doesn’t seem so concerned by your fate. You ok over here Teen fire slut? Are we boring you? Perhaps you’d prefer to play a little game?” ‘Oh no.’ Tara gulped, her eyes now flicking up to her sisters, a watery glaze across them as she shook her head in a panic. She’d been lost in defeat, transfixed by the bubbling ooze, hopeless to her cause perhaps, but to call it boredom... “K-kara, I… I didn’t… I don’t…” But Kara was having none of it, rolling her eyes away from her sister in frustration. “Ignore her, Tara. We’re not going to play any game with an evil witch like her.” Her words were directed at Kara, but clearly intended for the smirking Missy, her eyes locked in a fiery gaze into hers by the time they ended. “Oh Frost whore, you ugly little slut. You’re never any fun, are you? You know my benefactors - aka your beloved mayor and all his friends - they only requested a quick end anyways, didn’t want to risk the chance of you breaking free. So if there’s to be no game, I guess…” One hand now up by her side, a little white, plastic remote was clasped in her fingers. She gave its largest button a satisfying click, and smirked as she watched the sisters gasp at the sudden plunge, gravity pulling them down fast as the chains that hung them let out a fair amount of slack, plenty enough for the sisters to plunge, down down down until they splashed into the bubbling, boiling, highly corrosive acid below, both of them in it up to their necks, even managing to cover their shoulders. “Ah! Ah!! No, no!!” Kara shrieked into the liquid, her panic cries only sucking more of the acid into her stomach. Worse than the tingling, she was also drowning, desperate to gasp in air when there was none, her lungs being poked by stinger ants with every breath, her face hot like a sunburn that kept getting hotter. Only a matter of moments passed, but Tara was already feeling she couldn't go on. The pain was taking over, making her dissy, the pointlessness of struggles against her binds sinking in. All she thinks is “Sister…Kara… Kara, I’m sorry…”, her thoughts trailing off as darkness took her, life fading out until… A gasp. Air. Real air. The sudden rush up of the chain rattled her bones like a geforce spin, acid splashing from the tub and flicking all over. Just as fast as she had plunged them, Missy rose them out again, both heroine’s red faced from acid burns and half past dead, either barely hearing Missy’s raucous laughter. “Oh girls, ah ha! Oh my little heroine sluts. Come, here, let me help you some.” With the spin of a dial on the remote’s side Kara could taste air like a meadow or fresh spring water washing over her. Energy flooded into her like gates opening, her burns washing away as her body rapidly healed its wounds. “There you go, heroine sluts. I knew you’d be too useless to survive that long so I had a dial built into your collars. I want you pretty after all, no fun to look at if you're all burned and broken. Right now they’re at the lowest they will go, which is enough to let your healing factors kick in. But don’t worry, it's still not enough to break those shackles. We can't have that now can we.” As Tara gasped for air she could feel Missy’s eyes scanning her, at least up until they left to linger longer on her sister. “Well then, Fire slut. Frost whore. What do you say, you want to play my game now?” Neither girl responded, too busy still gasping and gagging. Missy sniffed, content to at least allow them this short reprieve. “Let me explain the game I have in mind at least while I let you two sluts recover from your little plunge.” As she paced around them, she chewed on the nail of her thumb whilst fighting off another giggle, her expression if glee evidence enough she'd been looking forward to explaining it to them. “Mm, I bet you're excited to hear it, hmm? We'll start with the title. I call it ‘Kiss or dip’ and…well, now I think on it, we've already started playing. What do you think my little heroine whore, did you enjoy the dip?” Up by Kara’s side, Missy plunged her talon forwards, snatching up the heroine's lightning white locks into her grasp, giving the clump a hearty tug, then giving the heroine’s rump a smack, both torments bringing the blonde to grunt. “The game is quite simple, so even you and your dim witted sister can grasp the rules, my snippy little hussy. You want to avoid a little dip just like the one I just had you endure? Well all you have to do my dears…Is put those luscious lips together…and kiss.” Tara gasped, eyes shot up to Missy, then across to her sister, then off to the side, shying from contact. They were already lovers, but Missy didn't know that. And, regardless, to kiss at her command, to be watched doing it in such an intimate moment? It felt degrading just to think about, but then again, her mind was flashing back to the vent, back to the heat, images appearing of Kara's soft lips, the taste of her saliva, the floral flavor of her scented lipstick… No. No, stop, Tara told herself, snapping herself out as best she could as heat flushed through her. No, she can’t. Not here. Not like this. But those thoughts she hoped had, that uncontrollable lust was back, pulsing inside her. But with her head dipped down, eyes to the pool, anywhere but Kara, Missy couldn't miss the signs, clocking Tara's shudders of shame and tittering at the blush of red in the heroine's cheeks. “Well well, what do we have here?” the villainess cooed. She snaked her fingers into the dangling red locks, twizzling them around to build a tight grasp, then giving it a good yank and pulling the sister’s ever closer, one set of knuckles decorated with bright red strands, the others with white. “Seem’s Fire sluts been wanting to play this game with you a while. What do you think of that my feisty little Frost whore?” Tara flickered here eyes up, her eyelids flickering as she tried to scream at the sister no, tried to convey it wasn’t like that. But her failure to hold her sisters gaze for long, darting her eyes away from Kara’s as her heart started to pound only did more damage than it did good. “Oh look. Look at her blushing, blondie. What do you think? Do you think she likes you? I knew you two were secretly lovers! Hah, you think you hide it well, but I see all.” “Ugh. Shut up!” Kara growled through gritted teeth, her cheeks puffing with tightened huffs, shamed from being rumbled, frustrated by her sister giving up the goat so easy. She wouldn't look Tara in the eye, her icy gaze transfixed on Missy. “Let us go. Now. Or trust me I will make you sorry.” Missy laughed, tugging both heroine’s hair hard. “Oh please you little bitch. We both know you’ve got no choice here. Will you kiss your horny little sister’s lips? Or will it be the plunge for you?” Missy eyed her up and down, licking her teeth as she did so. Tara looked at Kara too, pleading to eyes that wouldn't look her way. She found her own heart pounding as she inadvertently wandered to her sister's lips. The pause of silence with only Kara’s nostrils whistling eventually lasted a little too long for Missy, Tara’s hair slipping from her grasp as her fingers went back to the remote. “No? You fancy another dip instead then?” She fiddled with the button for a while, licking her teeth as her thumb teased the button's edges. Tara could see even her sister cracking, a flicker in her stare at first, a tightening of her fists that rippled through her core and legs. “Hmm?" Missy cooed, catching it too. "You want to kiss, do you? Or you want the button press? This time it’s for good I'm afraid. No coming back up for you or little horny sister. What do you say, Teen Frost? Fire’s clearly in so it’s all on you.” ‘Sis, please. Sis, your pride's not worth it’ Tara squealed in an attempt at telepathy. Her lower lip trembled, praying her sister would break her usual stubborn streak. But Kara held silent, cheeks red with refusal despite her vacant stare. “No? Oh poo. And here I was thinking I’d get you as my play toys. Oh well, so long girlies.” Missy's thumb went for the button, a smirk on her lips not missed by Tara. She could see the villain hadn’t even aimed to press it proper, but it was all the same in the end, Kara’s eyes snapping wide, a gasp from her lips as she cried out for her to stop, then for her to wait. The sharpness in her face returned shortly after, huff from her nose as her eyes closed from shame. “Mph. Fine. Fine you win.” “Hmm? What was that?” Missy smiled, angling her ear to Kara’s lips. “Say that again a little louder. Didn't quite catch it.” Kara hissed, chewing on her jaw as she growned her teeth against the teasing. “Fine.” she grunted again. “Fine you win. I'll do it.” Tara’s heart sank, a surprise to her, her body a mix of reactions. She expects shame, shame for her sister. She’d always been the stronger one, so to see her cave, especially to Missy, the villainess that had a smug little smile beaming from her lips. “Ok then, my little sluts. You said you’d do it. Let’s see you in action.” She let the girl's hair loose, watching the two super teens' bodies swing. She took only a few steps back, sliding behind her two goons, spinning on her heels to face them again. “What are you waiting for? I want to hear those lips smack!" Tara looked up, eyes ashamedly glossing over Kara’s lips then up to her eyes. Kara’s face was still tight, her lips almost trying to hide themselves, her eyes a thunderous stare over Tara’s shoulder. “Kara. I…” “Don’t” Kara snipped. “Don’t say anything. Don’t give her the satisfaction.” From the distance a voice snapped through their chat. “Come on girlies. No time for chit chat. You should be kissing already. Unless you’ve changed your mind and want the dip?” Kara winced, a shudder through her bones by the woman’s voice alone. “Ugh.” she grunted with a huff. “Come on Tara. Let’s just do this and get through this.” Tara nodded, a nod that said yes and that she was sorry. She gulped as her eyes drifted up, focused on her sister's lips, this time with reason. She gulped again, swallowing the saliva that was close to flooding out of her as she imagined her sister’s taste once more. She dreamed it like bubblegum flavorings it had been in their last make out sessions when they were safe at home. It gave her comfort. “Kara…I…” she said again, but Kara gave her a huff, biting out a “Just get on with it.” Tara closed her eyes. No matter how she tried to picture it, this wasn't the lovey dovey session she wanted. She gulped and felt her lip tremble, felt her sister's breath hit her mouth as they angled closer. She felt the soft touch of Kara's lips, the gentler skin sticking together. She felt her mind wash away. It still felt good, still enough passion for her to get lost in, minutes stretching out to hours as their heads bobbed and lips intertwined. And… It's only when she feels the vibrations humming from her sister's throat does she suddenly hear the noise, one that sounds like a dull groan that turns to a growl. Tara gasps back to life, back to the real world - all of it flashing back to the forefront. Her sister’s roar as she ripped her lips free knocked her back to reality, bringing her back to the pit of shame for what she had done. “Ugh! Tara! Enough. Enough!” Kara was fuming. She had clearly not been so lost in the movements. Spitting out her sister’s taste, Kara was retching, spluttering out as she snapped her eyes with malice over to Missy. “Uh you’re sick! You’re a sick, vile, disgusting human for making us do that!" Tara licked her lips, realizing now that Kara was right. They tasted bitter, the passionate moment destroyed when forced to make it. As her stomach pulsed with the same revolution she could hear her sister's angry grunts. "There you’ve had your fun. You-” But Missy cut her off, not best pleased with the duo either. “Um. excuse me! Who said you can stop? I don’t think you understand this predicament, Frost whore. I didn't say kiss for a measly few seconds. I said kiss, and I meant forever.” She snatches up the remote, this time no play in her smile. She flicks her head in two directions, both with a nod. The movements ordered a command to each of her men who boh acted on it. They stomped behind each sister with a thump of their feet, standing behind their chosen teen as they snatched at their necks and hair, forcing the sister’s eyes to lock together. “I guess you didnt understand my simple rules, you useless turds, so let me explain it again a little simpler.” Missy still had the anger in her tone as her her heels clicked on the floor with her pacing. “You kiss and you keep kissing. You do that or you get to plunge and watch your sister die. Even you aren't strong enough to handle that, are you, Teen Frost? To watch your sister as she boils and burns? No, I don't think so. And that’s the crux of the plan you see, for this one was just a teaser. Next time you break the kiss, it won't be an idle threat. It won't even be by my hand. I’ve already turned my automated sensors on…” she flicked her hand at blinking lights dotting the walls “...so next time you break your kiss, it's bye-de-bye you stupid teen whores.” Kara gasps, Tara does too, both their eyes flickering up toward the villain, a hiss from each of their lips as they get their hair tugged and pulled. “No. No! Wh-wh-what?” The trembled words were Kara, Tara too stunned to even think. “Y-you fiend. You wouldn’t. N-not even you would be so cruel.” “Wanna try me, slut? Have you not been listening? Like I said, the mayor wants you gone. He wants you plunged into that trough below to sizzle. What I have for you is a nicety, trust me. It’s that or you get to watch your sister suffer, to see her eyes in pain as she and you slowly die. We both know you can’t handle that now dont we, so what’ll it be, heroine whore? Don’t waste my time, we both know the answer.” Tara’s heart was pounding now, different reasons than it had before. If there was any lust left it was hidden behind her fear, her finger tips, her toes all feeling icy cold. Missy, she wouldn’t, she was hardly a friend, but even her, even this. She looked to Kara for support, for confirmation, but could tell by her eyes that she wasn’t so sure. “Sh…she’s right.” Kara says, a whisper of defeat, a few tears dripping. “I can’t…I….I cant watch you die before me. I’d rather…rather do this forever than watch you suffer.” Tara’s eyes teared too, her toes curling from her sisters words. “Oh Kara, I…” “Enough!” Missy snapped, a flick of her head prompting a hair snag that had the sisters wince to silence. “Kiss you stupid sluts. Now or you go down.” They look each other in the eye, both them saying sorry, making amends with just their tear filled expressions and quivering lips. They both gulp deep, breathless, panting, dying from anticipation. Tara wasn't sure who went first, she thinks Kara lunged at her, but regardless they were back to it, back to bobbing and twisting their heads as they locked lips and kept on locking. "That's it, sluts. Enjoy each other's taste. Enjoy it forever." Missy's smile curled up one side of her face, flashing a half row of her teeth. Remote in her hand,the final button was pushed before the crunch of plastic snapped in the sisters' ears, a grating of gravel as the remote turned to dust under Missy's toes, the remote no longer required now the motion devices were on. Yet she wasn't done with the heroines yet, flicking her head to her men as she sneered towards the women. "Ok, boys. Whip these bitches. Make them suffer more before we leave them for good." The men nodded. The men smiled. They cracked their knuckles as they went for the floggers around their belts. The smell of leather permeated from their palms as they flexed and tested the many tassels whilst moving to their stations. Tara got it first, a whine through her throat that washed its air into her sister's mouth. It hit her rear and part of her thighs, light red marks pulsing their sting through to her pain receptors. The second strike, well that was for her too, this time more on her back, but still enough to make her bottom jiggle. This time she whimpered, sobbing as the pain caused an ache in her muscles, sobbing through the two quick, consecutive strikes that Kara deserved, a grunt roaring up from the other heroine's chest as she bit her sister's lower lip and made it bleed. "Careful now, Frost slut. Chomp her lips off and there'll be nothing left to kiss." Missy cooed from her station to their sides, the perfect view of their profiles interlacing. Her mockery made Kara growl again, a growl abruptly cut off as both girls earned another crack of their whips, and then another shortly after. Missy cackled, licking her teeth until they glistened, her fingers sliding out of her pocket, cell phone in tow. "Don't stop squealing, Fire slut and Frost slut. I need to get a bit of this. Don't want to forget such happy memories." The air bit with the sisters' cries, sometimes in unison as the whips cracked with choreographed timing. Other squeals came solo as the men whoosed their floggers down with unreliable timing. In either situation it was all just a backing track to Missy's sniggers, taunting the heroines as she snapped her pictures or took her videos to remember this wonderful moment. "Oh this footage is just too exquisite, my dears. The Mayor's going to love this, seeing the two of you suffer and all. After all, he may still get his way. Just one slip -" She paused for some extra hard strikes, ones that looked great in her camera as the sisters cried. "One small slip, one part of your little whorish lips seperating for even a single second and it's bye bye darlings, into the acid you go. Corse, even if you last like this forever - and your superheroine endurance may well allow it - you'll never get out of here, my beauties. You'll never be found. Once we depart we'll seal this tomb forever. We have our ways to do so, so the entrance will not be discovered, not in a millennia or more. But you'll still be down here, your powers keeping you young. Keeping you living. It will be a long eternity, I'm sure, just the two of you in this never ending embrace." More whip cracks, Missy's foot grinding into the floor as she chewed her nail, her smile making dimples on her cheeks. "Hehehe. You'll soon go mad I have no doubt. Soon forget why you're even here, or why you're doing what you're doing. But you'll continue on regardless, since it's all you'll ever have known. You’re very welcome for this fate my dears, it's not so often that I set up one so nice for my victims." She sends her men one last nod. One last crack of each of their whips that the sisters sob to as the leather handles clatter on the floor besides the men's feet. "Come on boys, let's make our leave." Missy calls, sniggering, then chuckling louder as she steps away. "Farewell my dears. Do enjoy eternity for me." The click clack of heels, the clang of the door. Then there's silence, not even the cackle from Missy's lips, just the smacking and slurping of her and her sisters with the soft vibrations of her sister's moans. Under the bubbling heat of the acid below her, the heat that swamped her fully in humidity, the kiss from her sister's lips in every moment pushed her more and more into a trance-like state, the monotony of their repeated movements something so easy for her to slip into. It didn't take long for Tara's thoughts to slip away from her, nothing but the softness of her sister's lips on her mind. And nothing but hers in Kara's either.
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She ran through the deep woods, as fast as she could,
She will have to reach the border, she certainly should.
They’ve removed all her clothes, stripped her stark naked,
Still by God’s kind grace she has managed to escape.

She looked back at the distance, they were hot on her heels,
She ran even faster now, as she could feel the chills.
The moonlight showed the path ahead, for that she was grateful,
As she continued running naked, young and beautiful.

She was accused of sorcery, her trial had already begun,  
Often they seemed to torment her, just for pleasure or fun.
She is a witch, was what they wanted her to confess,
As they tortured her naked body in many devious ways.

Till one guard had pity on her, and helped her escape,
He pointed the path through the jungle to the border state.
If only she could cross the line she would be safe,
She’ll avoid the torture, she’ll avoid the rapes.

She needed to run faster, the soldiers were closing in,  
Her breasts were bouncing heavily, she was panting and gasping.
The only consolation was that the woods were getting thinner,
At the wood’s end she was told, lied the state border.

She ran as fast as she could, and broke out of the woods,
But alas, the barbed wire fence blocked her path for good.
She tried to scrape through, but it only made her bleed,
As the soldiers caught up with her, and captured the convict.

There were four of them in all, each carried a whip,
And as they started thrashing her, she began to weep.
And in between the thrashings, they would enter her,
And move their organs to and fro with a passionate fervor.

Her sobs turned to loud cries, the pain began to build,
She was raped by each in turn, as they made her yield.
Then they put a rope to her neck, the horseman held the leash,
All her hopes of freedom were now virtually finished.

The horseman kicked his horse as it started with a neigh,
She was running naked again, only the other way.  
Her breasts were bouncing heavily, she was panting and gasping,
As she tried as best she could, to match the horse’s trotting.

Soon they’ll be back at the gates of the dungeon,
Only to resume once again, her agonising inquisition.
Stripped of all modesty, dignity and shame,
The poor girl will experience only humiliation and pain.
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Cheryl Pereira's tickling revenge for Susan Rosett by SiberiaFetish  
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Hi everyone! I'm a girl from Romania, new at DeviantArt, would be happy to chat with people who likes tight bondage and mummification as much as I do
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Home Invasion/Abduction 18+ NSFW RP

I would like to RP a scenario in which my OC is asleep in his home at night and someone breaks in and abducts him as he is sleeping. The abductor stuffs him in their trunk/back of their vehicle tied, blindfolded, gagged, etc. and takes him to their place. At their place they toy with him in a variety of ways, always in bondage, before stashing him somewhere in their place. They leaves him plugged and vibed so he is always ready for their use.
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Is this group still active?
I tried to submit some artwork here but I've got a notification today that it has expired.
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Would any girl like to play a dominant girl and dominate me male sub.you can do to me what you want but tie me up tight and Gag me if you are interrested pls message me
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Hey, make sure you set your group admin permissions to "Subject to Vote" or "Are Not Allowed". There has been two notorious group hijackers for over a month now who apply as a co-founders, delete all the artwork in the gallery and favorites, and replace it with gore, scat and porn.

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THINKING ABOUT A 400 US DOLLAR WINNER TAKE ALL F&F PERIL ART CONTEST...would you enter? in to comments on my page
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I am looking for 2 stories. I don’t know the titles of author so any help would be greatly appreciated.

One has Supergirl and Lena Luthor dating. Lena tricks Supergirl into getting tied up. Lena is actually out for revenge because of Supergirl putting her brother Lex into jail.

The other is about an American business woman, in Japan, I think. She makes a mistake at work and since she’s not Japanese, her boss decided the humiliation would work as a punishment. She is made into a puppy girl.

I know it’s not much to go on so thanks for trying if you cannot help.

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I can't submit to Sexy stories folder...
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