{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"dd114548-f5d9-421e-b02c-7fc83445af52","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2025-09-25T22:27:47.576Z","title":"TV Trouble The Becky Bond Show","slug":"tv-trouble-the-becky-bond-show","shortId":"SoMp69s0","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Teen Fire and Frost are asked to appear on a local talk show with host Becky Bond. The heroes have a past with the aggressive host, who serves as their alter egos, Tara and Kara Bishop. Apprehensive about the interview, the twins reluctantly agreed, and things went south from there.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"62118bfb-24e6-4243-b5ec-ad707eda8b5a","title":"Show Time","summary":"Tara and Kara Bishop, also known as the superheroines Teen Fire and Teen Frost, sat side by side in ","wordCount":5487,"readTime":27,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Show Time","content":"

Tara and Kara Bishop, also known as the superheroines Teen Fire and Teen Frost, sat side by side in their shared study, their eyes glued to the glowing screen of their computer. The teen stepsisters were clad only in tight booty shorts and wife-beaters. The soft static of the police radio filled the room, a stark contrast to the fiery passion and icy allure they embodied in their heroic personas. The digital clock on the screen read 12:15 AM, the time when most of the city had succumbed to the embrace of slumber. However, for the world-renowned duo, the night was still young, and the promise of adventure hung in the air like a tantalizing perfume.

An email that had caught their attention, it was from Becky Bond, a local TV personality known for her sharp wit and probing interviews. Her show, \"Bonding with Becky,\" had become a hotbed of gossip and sensationalism, often pushing the boundaries of journalistic integrity. The message was an invitation, one that sisters had dodged before. Becky had been relentless in her pursuit of the twins, slipping their name in during other conversations with community leaders, other heroines, and even villains. She was eager to unravel the mysteries of their superhero lives and, perhaps, more importantly, their private relationship.

Tara leaned back in her chair, her soft red hair cascading down her back, and sighed heavily. \"Why does she have to be such a...\", she began, searching for the right word. \"Such a Becky?\", her sister chimed in, causing them both to giggle. Becky now wanted them on her show to discuss their recent victory over the supervillain Hex, but they were reluctant to accept due to her tactics.

Kara smiled, her icy blue eyes sparkling with amusement. \"It's because she thrives on drama and scandals. She'd do anything to boost her ratings,\" she said, her fingers tracing the outline of the snow-white belly ring that marked her as Teen Frost. \"Plus, I just don't like her,\" Kara mused. Looking at her beautiful sister's face in the soft glow of the computer screen light, Tara knew why.

They had encountered Becky before, in a social setting. Her green eyes, predatory as she always flirted with Tara. There was no doubt she was interested in the beautiful redhead. They knew her from back in her days at the local university she had graduated when the girls were freshmen. Becky had been considered one of the most beautiful girls in the school, and she was quite striking. Blonde hair, green eyes, playmate model looks, incredible confidence, the whole package, and Becky was used to getting what she wanted.

The memory of that night at the club still stung Kara. Tara had been rocking a fiery red dress that clung to her curves like a second skin and a short skirt to show off her killer legs, while Kara had been dressed in a sleek blue number that mirrored her cool demeanor. Becky, dressed in a revealing black ensemble that screamed 'look at me', had sauntered over, her hips swaying with practiced confidence. Without warning she had grabbed Tara and pull her close, whispering into Tara's ear, her hand lingering a bit too long on Tara's ass. While Kara had watched, her jaw clenched in silent fury. The beautiful vixen then tried to kiss Tara, but the redhead had refused her advance. The way Becky had smirked when she glanced over at Kara was unmistakable - a deliberate attempt to provoke the beautiful blonde. Becky, not knowing she just crossed the powerful Teen Frost. Who could turn her into an ice sculpture with a wave of her hand. This incident had caused Kara to adamantly refuse any requests for them to appear on television with Becky.

The battle with Hex was still fresh in their minds. The witch had been a formidable adversary, her laughter echoing through the abandoned magic club that she was currently using as her base. They had found her amidst the magic club's strange and oversized props, the air thick with the scent of incense and dark magic.

Hex's eyes had gleamed with malevolence as she had watched them, her body longing for the power she drew from the suffering of others. She had them in her clutches before, but they had always escaped her.

But her trap this time was going as planned; the magic spell she used had been strong, strong enough to temporarily negate the power of their stones. It wrapped around them like a warm, velvety blanket that stole their will to resist. Before they knew it, they were bound, their power stones removed; now each of them was lying on a cold stone slab, their legs spread wide, and their wrists secured to their sides. A giant swinging blade was above them, a twisted version of Poe's torture device, that sent a shiver of dread down the scantily clad hero's spine.

Hex, who had been a powerful and sadistic enemy. Their recount of their capture and the perilous, sexually charged deathtrap she had set for them was still fresh in their minds.

The blade was set to swing along the length of their bodies instead of across, a gleaming arc of death that threatened to split their toned bodies in two with its lethal pass. The device differed from ones they had seen in wax museums and The History Channel, as it contained small platforms or risers in the area just under their tight, round bottoms; each riser was covered with small, cruel spikes. These risers would force the teen's hips into the path of the blade. Fire and Frost found that using their tone stomach and leg muscles, they could force the riser down, moving their crotches barely out of the path of the razor-sharp blade. Hex had explained they would be forced to lower their hips with precision, using their tightly honed abdominal muscles to press down on the risers. The sexy teens knew that the spikes would bite into their skin, a constant reminder of the danger that loomed with each pulse of their hearts.

The room was cold, their nipples erect, yet a sheen of sweat coated their bodies as they worked in unison, their breaths syncing with the rhythm of the blade's swing. To prevent them from continually holding the riser down, they were told if the riser was not released back into its upright position, after each pass of the blade, the riser would rise itself, no matter how hard they pushed, locking into place, meaning the next swing of the blade would be their last. This forced the girls to lower their hips as the blade passed, then raise their hips back up, then lower their hips and repeat over and over again.

Hex gleefully explained that the risers would get more difficult to push down over time. The teen wonders were acutely aware that the area that the blade would come in contact with would be their sex and that one misstep would result in their doom.

Their eyes met, a silent communication passing between them, a testament to the bond they shared both as step sisters and as lovers. They had faced danger before, but there was always a new kind of horror to face, and this one was up there with the most diabolical.

The anticipation of the blade's touch was maddening, a delicate dance of fear and arousal that only grew more intense as the night dragged on. Each time they raised their hips, the fabric of their costumes brushed against their swollen clits, the friction, the fact they were bound and in mortal danger sending bolts of pleasure and pain through their bodies.

The girls, reliving their terrifying encounter with Hex's deathtrap. Remembering the blade's swing required precise timing, factoring in the fact that the risers grew more difficult to manage over time.

The bond between the sisters, a bright light in this perpetual darkness, helped them endure the fear and arousal from the situation. The influence of their costume bottoms, the fact that they were in mortal danger, and that they were in unescapable bondage, was causing both to become extremely aroused.

\"Hold on, Tara,\" Kara shouted it through their psychic bond, her breaths coming in shallow pants. \"We can do this.\" Her mind was focusing on escape, but her body focused on her predicament; she was very wet, and her body was threatening a massive orgasm. How would she keep depressing the riser while in the throes of climax? She just didn't know.

Tara nodded, her eyes never leaving the blade as it swung closer, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm in her chest. She could feel the air on her face from the passing blade just above her head, causing an icy chill that seemed to emanate from her very core.

The dynamic duo had but one chance to escape, a secret vial of solvent located in a pocket in their gloved hands. The solvent, another helpful device like the mini lock picks and escape tools, located strategically on their bodies.

The liquid was highly corrosive to ropes and leather straps, but how long could they keep up their battle with the blade, especially with the fact that the riser was getting more difficult to compress and they were at risk of massive orgasms.

The deployment of the solvent went well, but the leather bindings were thick, and the solvent was making slow progress. Worrying about the time it would take, they continued to pull vigorously on the cuffs, binding them. In what felt like forever,r their hands finally began to feel movement, and not long after that they escaped from the thick straps with an audible 'pop'.

They both took a moment to catch their breath, the adrenaline coursing through their veins making their heads spin, as the blade continued its inexorable journey. The thought of what could have been if they had been chained in metal shackles instead of leather cuffs was almost too much to bear. Recovering their power stones, they made short work of apprehending the wicked witch.

The victory over Hex had been a grueling test of their endurance, both physically and mentally. They had faced not only the witch's dark spells but also the insidious power of their own desires, amplified by the enchanted fabric that clung to their bodies. Their costumes had become a symbol of both their strength and their vulnerability, a constant reminder of the line they danced upon.

Becky Bond's email had been a stroke of genius on her part, offering them the opportunity to showcase their abilities and tell their harrowing tale, playing on the teens' egos. After much deliberation, the sisters decided to accept the invitation, seeing it as a chance to set the record straight about their relationship and to educate the public on the true nature of their powers. They were tired of the whispers and innuendos that followed them like shadows, eager to shed light on the truth.

\"Okay, Becky,\" Tara finally typed, we'll do the show, but only on our terms. The questions will be reviewed and agreed upon beforehand; there will be no studio audience, and they want to perform a live demonstration of our powers.\"

The beautiful teens worked out the details with Becky's production staff but later that evening, they were surprised to receive a phone call from Becky Bond herself suggesting that they conduct the show at the abandoned magic factory where they took down Hex.

Sexy heroes were hesitant at first, but Becky made a good point, and it would make for an exciting show, so they agreed.

The night of the show arrived, and the tension between Becky and the girls was palpable. Teen Fire and Frost were dressed in their tight and tiny legendary costumes. The alien material, like liquid latex, contoured every curve of their skin. The show had agreed to a no-live audience, and a limited crew, just two women operating the cameras and Becky's assistant, the cavernous space felt empty and was lit only by the glow of the TV lights and the occasional flicker of Teen Fire's flaming eyes.

\"Alright, girls, are you ready to show off your escape skills?\" Becky purred; her own excitement barely contained. She had a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she suggested after the display of their powers, they be tied up by the show's own team of professional escapologists, a twist they hadn't anticipated but found thrilling.

Tara and Kara exchanged a knowing glance, the heat of their recent ordeal with the blade still simmering in their thoughts. \"Bring it on,\" Tara quipped, her voice steady as she stepped into the harsh glow of the television lights.

Dressed in their tight, form-fitting costumes, the two sexy teen superheroines were indeed a sight to behold. Teen Fire's red hair flowed like a fiery cascade down her back, the metallic fabric of her costume hugging her toned physique. Her crimson top was cut low, showcasing the ample swell of her breasts, while her matching bottoms were a mere whisper of fabric that clung to her hips and emphasized the roundness of her pert bottom. The black belt with a glowing 'F' on the buckle sat snugly around her waist, drawing the eye to the fiery gem that sparkled in her navel.

Teen Frost, on the other hand, was a vision of icy beauty. Her hair had turned a gleaming platinum blond that flowed down to her lower back, upon receiving her powers, and it was pulled into sleek ponytails that swished as she moved. Her snow-white costume was adorned with metallic blue accents, highlighting the sharp angles of her shoulders and the sculpted muscles of her arms. Her top was a simple, it barely contained her voluptuous breasts, while her bottoms were just as revealing as her sisters, its front was small and tight leaving little to the imagination, the fabric hugging the curves of her ass like a lover's embrace. The 'F' on her belt buckle matched Tara's, but it was the frosty white gem nestled in her belly button that truly set her apart.

The interview began with Becky peppering them with questions about their heroic exploits, her smile never wavering as she prodded them for juicy details. The girls took it in stride, their practiced banter and playful jabs at each other keeping the atmosphere light and entertaining. Yet, beneath the surface, they couldn't shake the feeling that Becky Bond's interest in them was more than just professional. Her gaze lingered on their bodies, especially Teen Fires, her eyes darkening as if she were imagining them in a more... intimate setting.

After the questions and a display of the teen hero's ability to manipulate fire and ice Becky announced that it was time for the final event. She was all smiles as she introduced the live demonstration. \"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the moment you've all been waiting for! Teen Fire and Teen Frost will now show us the true extent of their powers!\"

The stage was set with an intricate web of ropes, chains, and locks that looked like they had been plucked straight from a BDSM enthusiast's fantasy. The professional escapologists that Becky had mentioned had gone all out, eager to challenge the heroines. Tara and Kara shared a knowing smile, their bodies tingling with excitement as they stepped closer to the areas that contained many bondage devices. They knew this was going to be a performance that would push them to the edge of their abilities.

The escapologist team was indeed a sight to behold, six women dressed in tight black latex turtleneck leotards that hugged every curve of their athletic bodies, the shiny material glistened under the stage lights. Thigh-high rubber boots and ninja-like masks completed their outfits, adding an air of mystery and danger to their already formidable presence.

They approached Tara and Kara with a confidence that spoke of years of practice and skill. Starting with Teen Fire, they began by binding her ankles together with a flawless frog tie, the ropes coiling around her legs like a serpent wrapping its prey. Despite her fiery powers, Tara allowed herself to be secured, her heart racing not from fear, but from the thrill of the challenge. The ropes bit into her soft skin, she briefly relished the feeling.

Tara and Kara escaped a near-fatal trap from Hex, the witch. And now they were on stage with Becky Bond, a local TV personality, challenged to perform a series of escapes on live television. The girls, dressed in their superhero costumes with power gems on their belly rings, demonstrated their skills. The stage was equipped with a sophisticated bondage setup, and the escapologists had worked hard, but with the use of their power stone, it made the teen heroines practically invincible to each bondage situation they were placed in.

Moving along, Kara, Teen Frost, watched with a smirk as her next confinement was revealed. Her arms were pulled behind her back, wrists and elbows were bound with two pair of handcuffs that clicked shut with a finality that sent a shiver down her spine. The chilly metal was a stark contrast to the warmth of her body, a delicious sensation that made her nipples harden beneath the skimpy top of her costume. A thick rope was then passed under her arms and around her torso, pulling her breasts together and up, creating an even more tantalizing display. The escapologists took their time, wrapping her in a cocoon of rope that left her feeling both helpless and incredibly aroused.

The camera crew circled them, capturing every moment of the intricate bondage, the lenses zooming in on the way the ropes dug into their flesh, and the way their costumes stretched and conformed to the new shapes their bodies were forced into.

With a flick of her wrist, Teen Frost began to manipulate the ropes that held her. The fibers froze, stretched, and snapped as she easily slipped from the constraints, her body moving with the grace of a dancer. Her eyes never left Becky's, the challenge very clear.

\"Impressive,\" Becky said with a smirk, glaring at Kara. Teen Fire followed suit. The flaming heroine's body glowed as she melted through the ropes that had held her. The crowd of escapologists and crew members gasped in amazement as the two sisters stood tall, their costumes unmarred by the intense battle with the bonds.

Both teen heroines were incredibly aroused by the end of their demonstration. This fact was compounded by the alien material of their costume bottoms. They felt the customary tingle in their sex.

Tara, capitalizing on this, knowing what her gorgeous sister was feeling, she messaged Kara with their unique telepathy, relaying some of the things she was planning to do to her when they returned home. This caused the breathtaking beauty to smile from ear to ear.

This playful distraction caused Tara and Kara to miss a subtle change in the demeanor of the people on the stage. They had become darker somehow, more predatory.

After the teen heroines had gone through almost every bondage tie imaginable, they believed that their demonstration was over.

\"But wait, we're not done yet!\" Becky announced, her voice echoing through the abandoned factory. \"For the finale, we have a special challenge for our superheroines!\"

Using your power stones, it's obvious that the two of you are invincible to any restraint a villain may throw at you. So, I was wondering for this final escape would attempt the escape without the power stones. I know from my research that many times that villains are able to remove your power stones before you are bound, and you still escape to save the day. I think the audience at home would enjoy seeing your true escape skills

Tara and Kara look looked at each other with indecision in their eyes, but they knew they were well-versed in the ability to escape even without their stones. So, Tara announced as before \"take your best shot.\" Two of the escapologists emerged from the shadows, pushing two metal boxes as Becky leaned in, her anticipation palpable as the woman approached the sisters, eyes gleaming with excitement.

As they opened the coffin-like boxes, Tara and Kara could see the insides had dozens of leather straps attached to the rear of each box. The leather was thick and supple, each strap adorned with shiny chrome buckles that reflected the light, each buckle with a small keyhole adding to the sense of danger and excitement in the air.

Tara stepped into the first box with a flirty wink at Becky, her heart racing with a thrill she hadn't felt since their encounter with Hex. With this, the escapologists quickly pushed the scantily clad heroines to the back of the boxes and began buckling the straps, starting with ones around their ankles, cinching them tight. Another set of straps went around their knees, then their thighs; they now held their legs about two feet apart.

Teen Fire felt each one a reminder of the blade that had almost claimed her in their last adventure. Despite the situation, she couldn't help but feel her arousal growing, the tight embrace of the leather against her bare skin sending waves of pleasure through her body. She felt like a goddess being offered as a sacrifice to a very kinky deity.

The escapologists continued their meticulous work, securing her waist and stomach with precision, ensuring she could barely wiggle. The straps across her chest were placed just so, framing her breasts like a gift waiting to be unwrapped. Her arms were bound to her sides, the leather circling her biceps and forearms before meeting at her wrists in a crisscross pattern. Finally, a strap was buckled around her neck, the cool metal pressing against her throat and sending yet another shiver down her spine. She couldn't help but let out a gasp as the final strap was fastened around her forehead, the leather cutting off completely her ability to move.

The sound of the stage crew shuffling and murmuring filled the air as Becky Bond grew closer. \"Now, let's see if you're as untouchable as you claim to be, Teen Fire,\" she purred, her voice thick with anticipation. Tara felt a hand trace along her jawline, sending a jolt of excitement through her body. The hand continued down her neck, pausing at the collar of her costume, and then traveled down her chest, lingering at her left nipple. Becky's fingers danced over her tight abs, teasing the heroine's newfound vulnerability.

The escapologists secured Kara in the box with leather straps that tightened around her body, leaving her with a limited view. Not seeing what was transpiring in the box her fiery sister was trapped in.

Becky's voice filled with excitement as she touched the 'F' emblem on Teen Fire's costume, hinting at a new level of vulnerability in the heroine's bondage.

As Becky's hand slipped lower, gliding across her stomach, circling her belly button now devoid of her power stone, Tara could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. The sensation of the alien fabric against her skin was already intense, but Becky's touch amplified it.

The leather of the restraints seemed to tighten around her as Becky's fingertips approached her most sensitive area. Finding the tiny gap between her tight pussy lips, she then started rubbing your finger back and forth, causing Tara to struggle in her bonds. The escapologist had done their job well, leaving her feeling both exposed and protected by the confines of her bondage.

When Becky's finger finally made contact with the area of her clit, Teen Fire couldn't help the soft moan that escaped her lips. Her body responded instinctively, hips rolling in a silent plea for more. The leather of the restraints creaked as she strained against them, the sound echoing through the cavernous space of the old factory. The coolness of the metal back of the box was a stark contrast to the warmth building within her.

Tara felt Becky's hand linger over the fabric that covered her mound. The anticipation was maddening. The alien material, already charged with the energy from her power gem, grew warmer under Becky's touch, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her breathing grew shallower, chest rising and falling as Becky's fingertips played a delicate dance along the seams of the costume. The heat grew more intense, the fabric seeming to pulse with the beat of her arousal.

Becky Bond's skillful fingers escalated their attack on Teen Fire's most sensitive area, causing Tara to moan and arch against the straps. Kara, unable to see, but acutely aware of the situation, as she could feel Becky's fingers touching Tara's body through her sister's mind. \"That bitch\" Kara groaned as she was becoming more aroused from her sister's assault despite herself.

With a knowing smirk, Becky leaned closer, her warm breath tickling the sensitive skin of Tara's ear. \"You're so wet,\" she whispered, her voice a sultry purr that seemed to resonate through Teen Fire's entire being. \"I can feel your heat from here.\" The TV personality's fingers moved with a newfound urgency, the gentle strokes turning into firm, deliberate presses. The redheaded heroine bit her bottom lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to spill forth.

Tara's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt herself teetering on the brink of climax. Her body was a symphony of sensations, the leather straps digging into her flesh only adding to the delicious torment. And then, just as she was about to tip over the edge, Becky's touch vanished, leaving her trembling in frustration. Becky murmured, her voice a tantalizing promise I have a surprise for you and your sister.

Still whispering in Tara's ear, Becky leaned in closer, her breath hot and sweet with the scent of deceit. \"You see, my dear Teen Fire, this whole production has been a trap,\" she purred. \"Everything from the email to the stage setup was all carefully orchestrated to get you and your sister, Teen Frost, bound and at my mercy.\"

The words sent a chill down Tara's spine, but it was the coldness in Becky's voice that truly unnerved her. Unconsciously, she began to struggle against her bonds, the leather biting into her skin as she fought against the realization that they might not be as in control as they thought. Her mind reached out to Kara, sending a telepathic message filled with urgency. \"We may be in trouble.\"

But before she could get a response, Becky's lips were on hers. The TV personality's kiss was demanding, possessive, and filled with a passion that took Teen Fire by surprise. Tara's eyes widened, her body stiffening for a moment before she gave in to the sensation. It was a strange feeling to be kissed by someone who had just announced she had trapped the hero just moments ago.

The situation had taken a dramatic turn, and she was too caught up in the moment to resist. Becky's tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring with a hunger that matched the fire burning in Tara's veins.

\"You're mine now,\" Becky murmured against Tara's lips, her hands roaming over the bound heroine's body. \"I've been planning this for so long.\"

Becky stepped back from Tara, admiring her handiwork with a twisted smile. \"Now, let's not forget about Teen Frost,\" she said, sauntering over to the second box.

With a wicked glint in her eye, Becky reached out and began to trace her fingernails along the white and blue costume fabric that covered Kara's breasts. Kara's breath hitched as the sharp nails grazed her sensitive nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. \"It seems you're just as eager for attention,\" Becky whispered, her voice a seductive hiss. She leaned in, her breath hot against Kara's ear. \" I have quite a few things in store for you both, my dear.\"

The escapologists, seemingly under Becky's thrall, tightened Kara's restraints, making her squirm against the cold metal back of the box. Each tug on the leather straps sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, Becky stepped back, admiring the sight of both heroines bound and at her mercy. \"The bondage is just the beginning,\" she purred, a malicious smile playing on her lips. \"You're going to experience pleasure and pain like never before, my sweet little heroes.\"

Her eyes gleaming with excitement, Becky leaned over the white-haired beauty, her fingers tracing the leather that held Kara captive. \"I've always had a thing for superheroines,\" she confessed, her voice low and intimate. \"And now, I have two of the most beautiful ones at my fingertips. This is a dream come true.\"

Her minions, their faces hidden behind leather masks, took Becky's cue and moved in to finalize the girls' bindings. Each strap was tested and tightened, ensuring that not an inch of movement was possible. They were thorough, their expert hands moving with a disturbing level of familiarity over the contours of the superheroines' bodies. They then began to remove all the hidden escape devices located in the hero's costumes. Lastly, both heroes were fitted with ball gags, ensuring the captive teens' silence. Tara felt a surge of anger and fear; her eyes locked onto Becky's, the unspoken challenge clear.

As Becky stepped aside, as one of the escapologists slid a Styrofoam cutout into the metal box with Tara. It was molded to fit snugly around her body, leaving no room for movement. Not that she could move with all of the straps holding her in place, but it just added to the feeling of confinement. The same was done with Kara, the Styrofoam pressing against her curves, molding to her like a second skin. The sensation was eerie, the cold plastic a stark contrast to the warmth of her arousal.

I have another surprise for you both my little pussy slaves, Becky turned a switch located on the Styrofoam cut out and a vibrator emerged from the Styrofoam between the girls legs directly below their pussies and quicky pushed firmly against both teen's throbbing clits

The two heroines were now trapped, unable to move their limbs or even twist their torsos. Their hearts raced as the lids of the boxes were lowered into place, the sound of the locks clicking shut echoing through the cavernous room like the tolling of a funeral bell.

Their captors rolled the metal prisons to the side of the stage, the wheels squeaking against the concrete floor. Tara and Kara could feel the vibrations as the boxes were lifted and carried off stage. The sound of their captors packing up their equipment from the stage faded away, leaving the sisters in a tomb-like silence that was only occasionally pierced by Becky's laughter.

The boxes were set down in a dimly lit corner of the warehouse, surrounded by dusty crates and forgotten machinery. Becky's minions reopened the doors of the metal coffins and then moved away. The cold walls of their Styrofoam prison pressed against their superhero attire, the alien fabric seeming to pulse with the energy of their fear and arousal. They could hear Becky's heels clicking closer, the sound growing more sinister with each step.

\"Welcome to your new lives, my lovely bondage slaves,\" Becky cooed as she approached the boxes. \"You'll find that I take my role as your new mistress very seriously. You will be my pets, my playthings, and my entertainment.\" Peering into Teen Fire's box, staring at her new prize.

With a dramatic flourish, she again turned the switch located on the Styrofoam cutout. The redheaded heroine gasped, her body jolting in shock as the vibrator began to buzz to life. The sensation was overwhelming, a blend of discomfort and arousal that she had felt many times before. Her eyes met Becky's, a silent plea for mercy in her gaze. But Becky's eyes only twinkled with amusement. Stepping over to Teen Frost's box to activate her torture device she heard her sister squeal, Tara knowing that Kara's vibrator was working on her pussy. Becky reappeared at Tara's box, grinning from ear to ear, \"Come all you want, get it out of your system because I'm very into orgasm denial.\" Tara stared defiantly at her beautiful captor,

\"I think first thing tomorrow, we will get rid of those masks, but I want you to take it off and give them to me freely. I've been trying to think of a way that I could make you do that, and I think I've come up with something, I'm just going to torture the shit out of your sister until you comply.

See, I'm really more attracted to you, you remind me of somebody who blew me off some time ago. Don't get me wrong, having both of you is definitely a win, win, but let's be honest, at some point somebody's gonna offer me enough money and she's gone, but I'll leave that up to you. The more you comply and please me, the longer she can hang around. Things to think about, sweet dreams slave, then she unceremoniously closed and locked the door of what could turn out to be Tara's new home.

What happened to teen fire and frost? Check out chapter 2 coming soon

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They are subjected to bondage, sexual torment, and eventually, a prolonged punishment with mechanical spanking machines. The story ends with Kara remembering their escape and a playful, kinky roleplay between the sisters at home.\n\n BIO \nKara and Tara Bishop had both modeled growing up and had been pursued by some of the top agencies; it amazed most people that they were just stepsisters because they looked so alike.\n\nBoth were 18 years old, 5’6” tall, and about 115lbs, both were extremely attractive girls with flawless tan skin and playmate looks. Both girls had perfect breasts, if not large for girls so petite and pert, toned, heart-shaped bottoms. They could very well have been sisters, even twins; they even shared the same birthday. \n\nAs children, they hated to wear clothes, even as tweens and later teens, they never wore anything but tiny bikinis all year long. They altered their school uniform skirts, making them so short that they were sent home. Luckily, their father's law firm threatened to sue, and the school backed down.\n\nBoth struggled with the fact that they had fallen in love with the other. As stepsisters, they were aware of the taboo of their relationship, so they kept their love a secret.\n\nThey were both currently students attending Metro University on gymnastic scholarships; both girls have won dozens of trophies for fitness and gymnastics competitions, and loved to play beach volleyball. Team Bishop was ranked nationally in the sport.\n\nThey lived together in a high-end condo off campus; both of their parents had died in a car accident two years before their transformation. Insurance and the sale of their father's business had left them both financially secure for life.\n\nTheir true story began while the girls were traveling across the desert to a gymnastics competition. On a lonely stretch of the highway, the girl's car engine just stopped running. Soon after this, a bright light from above temporarily blinded the girls as an alien spaceship landed on the road in front of them.\n\nThe being inside the craft emerged, but the girls were not afraid, but quite the opposite.\n\nThe alien, called Mesha, communicated by thought, and the girl could do it too, and that ability remained after their visitor left. Leading the girls to be able to converse with each other telepathically.\n\nMesha revealed that she was not there by chance. She was there to bestow power gemstones to both girls. The stones chose them and guided her to their location.\n\nA small red stone was given to Tara. Upon touching the stone, her hair turned a brilliant red, and she was endowed with the ability to manipulate fire.\n\nA small white stone was given to Kara. Upon touching the stone, Kara’s hair turned a striking platinum blond, and she was endowed with the ability to manipulate cold.\n\nBoth found that the stones increased their physical strength and speed as long as the gemstones touched their skin. They were also impervious to physical pain, and their bodies could not be physically damaged. They did not need to eat or drink or relieve themselves, and they never aged.\n\nThey discovered that even when they did not have the stones touching their skin, the residual energy from the stones kept their bodies resistant to physical damage: they could feel pain, though muted, and even be injured, but the injuries would heal instantly. But both teens could be subdued by knock-out gas, chloroform, advanced alien tech, and other attacks of this type.\n\nThey decided they would use their powers for good and became superheroines. They found that each could call her stone to herself by touching her hands together in front of their faces and whispering the word Mesha; it would transform them into their new superhero personas, Teen Frost and Teen Fire.\n\nIt would also bring the gemstones back to them if they were taken or lost.\n\nMesha explained that the small bag used to contain their power stone possessed amazing properties.\n\nBoth girls designed costume bottoms from the strange fabric provided by their alien benefactor, which the stones were wrapped in.\n\nThe amazing material was impervious to damage of any kind and resembled wet metallic latex, feeling slick to the touch and fitting the girls' toned bodies like a second skin.\n\nThe small amount of material available made them design their costume to match their beach volleyball outfit bottoms, but tinier and much sexier, showing off the round, firm cheeks of their amazing bottoms. The fabric could not be altered and would always remain their bottoms.\n\nThe heroes found later that they could manipulate the fabric's shape; it would always remain their costume bottoms, but they could morph them into a thong or any bikini-type bottom. This morphing could not be done while they are wearing them. Mesha explained that for them to receive the stone's energy, the girls had to have the mysterious fabric touching their bodies, as it acts as a conduit for the power stone's energy.\n\nThe rest of the costume was created from alien armor supplied by their new alien friend and consisted of a small top, arm sleeves, a belt low on their hips and snug on their waist with a letter F on the buckle and a pair of thigh high boots with five-inch heels rounded out the costume. They later relieved some alien bad guys that were trying to exploit the planet's mineral resources with two small antigravity backpacks, which gave them the ability to fly.\n\nEach girl’s gemstone was worn as a belly ring. Tara’s costume was colored metallic red and black, and Kara’s was metallic snow white and blue. Once the girls' costume bottoms were on, only they could remove them from their bodies, and they could not be removed if the wearer was under any type of duress, putting a damper on any villain or villainess' efforts to strip them of their complete costume.\n\nAfter wearing their new costumes, the new superheroines found there were side effects: Fire's costume bottoms would react when exposed to heat, which would cause extreme sexual arousal. Cold had the same effect on Teen Frost's costume bottoms.\n\nMesha cautioned them that if the fabric had another side effect. Prolonged exposure to \"magic\" fabric, to her people, and most of the galaxy's inhabitants had an energizing effect, but with humans, its power seemed to affect the libido of the wearer.\n\nThe girls soon found out that the effect of prolonged contact with the fabric made them horny, and the longer they were in contact with the fabric, the hornier they became. It also removed all inhibition, both inside and outside the bedroom. The benevolence alien warned that while wearing the enhanced bottoms, they should wear as little clothing as possible, and it was best to wear only the top, boots, and gloves she provides, as she did not know how the bottoms would react to the plant and petroleum-based clothing used on their world. The girls stated that they did not mind as they didn't wear much clothing anyway.\n\nThey were both black belts in Aikido and Jujitsu, and both had trained extensively in Muay Thai and Krav Maga.\n\nThe girls trained in escapology with a master magician. They worked as her assistants, and she taught the art of escape. The times they were bound by the beautiful magician they found, that were turned on by the tight bondage, causing them to use it in foreplay in their relationship,\n\nThey later found that being captured by a villain or, more so, a villainess and being bound in extreme bondage, deathtraps, and predicament perils or sexual torture while bound would increase their sexual energy and provide them with earth-shattering orgasms. They also decided to \"come out\" about their relationship.\n\n","rating":5},{"id":"31b2f7da-d783-4b24-841f-737b904b3ef0","title":"My Second Glasgow Gangbang","slug":"my-second-glasgow-gangbang","shortId":"tQdB9Bdu","synopsis":"","rating":5}]}}},"actionData":null,"errors":null}