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Kara Bishop, in her persona as Teen Frost, suppressed her urge to cry out as she looked at her step-sister Tara, who was likewise in her persona as Teen Fire.

The shapeshifting malevolence that was Mr. Spooks had managed to entice the girls to the remote cabin under the ruse that Tara had won a contest for a free vacation in the mountains.

Kara, always the more calculating of the two, had suspected something was up from the very beginning, but Tara had always been the more impulsive of the two and had insisted the notification was legitimate. Knowing how often Tara would fill out forms without the slightest hesitation had only further reduced Kara's suspicions.

Begrudgingly, Kara had finally relented - if only to keep an eye on Tara in case her misgivings proved well founded!

Too late had Kara realized that the reason they had become so very sleepy immediately after arriving at the cabin was due to the fact that they'd both drank a small amount of the complimentary champaigne waiting for them in the cabin upon their arrival.

It'd been such a hot day, and the pearls of condensation trickling down the bottle as it sat in the ice bucket had been too tempting even for Kara's innate sense of suspicion to kick in before they'd both drank a full glass of the stuff.

Realizing she was in some sort of danger, she had clasped her hands together and slurred out "Mesha". Tara, hearing her sister even as she was tumbling towards the bed herself in a daze, had instinctively done likewise before passing out.

When they awoke, they were shackled in a hidden basement under the cabin in a small stone alcove. Only thing was, their restraints were diabolical in nature, turning their strenths into weaknesses.

Their necks were chained together by steel collars encircling their throats. Ball gags, terminating the end of a horizontal steel rod, had been pressed deeply into each of their mouths. The chain kept them from pulling their mouths off of the gags, and the steel rods kept them from slipping sideways enough to remove them as well.

In addition to the gags and steel collars, each girl's arms had been pinned behind her back and cuffed with steel restraints at both wrists and elbows. The combination of restraints forced the girl's breasts to thrust out invitingly - even if Kara did say so herself!

The gags and arm restraints were the least of the girl's worries, however.

Shortly after awakening from their drug induced slumber, the spectral figure of Mr. Spooks had appeared before them, first as a curling pitch black mist, then had slowly resolved itself into the diminutive figure of a ghostly coal miner, the cracked head lamp on his helmet casting a glowing yellowish light over the two young ladies as he monologued.

Covered in coal dust, his bibb overalls showed the effects of a crushed body at various gaps and rips in the material.

Mr. Spooks, quite literally, was a ghost.

"Well, I reckon you ladies are awake now so we can begin the proceedings."

Both superheroines, after their initial shock, looked at the specter questioningly.

"You see, I'm leading an invasion of the living world from the afterlife, and I'm just afraid you two young ladies are an impediment to my plans. So, sad as it is, you have to be dealt with."

At this point, Mr. Spooks had grabbed each by her long hair and carefully positioned their heads until the steel rod was perfectly centered inside the steel circle of another steel rod attached to the roof of the alcove.

Both girls had already noticed the wires attached to each steel rod and had frozen perfectly still.

"Oh good, you two ARE smart! You see, the wires will close a switch," Mr. Spooks gestured towards a yellow box mounted on the wall, "and this switch will ignite the dynamite you're sitting your pretty little asses on right now."

The evil chuckle was pretty annoying, even as both girls now noticed the cylinderical shapes they were sitting on with now widened eyes.

Mr. Spooks waved his twisted hand at the swtich and the light on the front snapped in to a harsh glaring light.

"It's armed now. If those two rods come into contact with each other - KABOOM!"

Teen Frost and Teen Fire managed to remain perfectly still, even though his sudden shout echoed in the small basement.

"So, I'll leave ya to it ladies. Enjoy your last moments on earth! Oh, and by the way, there is a convention of boy scouts in the next cabin over so if you blow, so do they!"

With that last statement, he vanished.

Teen Frost looked at Teen Fire, a tear trickling down her cheek. The tear was not fear so much as it was the sense of humiliation and frustration at having been captured like this. If she used her powers to freeze the dynamite, it would only make it unstable and even more likely to explode.

Teen Fire could likewise not use her own powers for obvious reasons.

Even now, with their super-heightened senses, they could hear the crowds gathering a short distance away in celebration.

Teen Frost sought to shift to a slightly more comfortable postion, only to stop when she saw the steel rod come dangerously close to making contact. She could see Teen Fire's eyes widen in warning.

How long could they hold their position?

Both were reasonably certain they could survive the blast, but what about the innocents?

Teen Frost felt the dull ache slowly grow to a piercing pain in her back and shoulders as she remained perfectly still.

It was only then that she realized her breathing had accelerated and her skin had grown most and sweaty. The danger had set off her erotic sense of pleasure and even now she felt her nether regions growing wet and hot.

Almost crossing her eyes to look at Teen Fire, she realized she was going through the same experiences.

The girl's costumes were having their predicted effect. Teen Frost could feel the mindblowing orgasm building like some huge wave. She struggled to distract herself.

Their costumes caused them to become highly aroused the longer they wore them, and right now they had been wearing them in perfect stillness for hours!

She saw Teen Fire staring at her, her eyes even wider with an almost pleading expression as her own juices came to a full boil. Teen Frost could feel the heat her step-sister was putting off as she sought to control her own building orgasm. Tears were streaming down her face from the strain.

If she got much hotter.....

It was just as this thought was crossing through Teen Frost's mind that she saw Teen Fire's eyes suddenly snap closed and an almost imperceptable tremor start humming through her body even as the girl started moaning out one long gagged cry that heralded the start of blissful pleasure.

Teen Frost herself felt her own wave come crashing down just then, the sweat dripping from her body in torrents now just as much from the heat Teen Fire was putting out as from her own efforts to not cum. She realized too late her thighs were quivering and her body would no longer be denied.

Fresh tears started as she felt the last shreds of self control evaporate......

Artist's comment: This was a fun exercise, trying to stay within the parameters of the contest yet indulge how I would like to show them. I think I succeeded. One thing I had to think about was the fact their clothing would not come off with out their consent. Still, I think it came out pretty good!

Description
Kara Bishop, in her persona as Teen Frost, suppressed her urge to cry out as she looked at her step-sister Tara, who was likewise in her persona as Teen Fire.

The shapeshifting malevolence that was Mr. Spooks had managed to entice the girls to the remote cabin under the ruse that Tara had won a contest for a free vacation in the mountains.

Kara, always the more calculating of the two, had suspected something was up from the very beginning, but Tara had always been the more impulsive of the two and had insisted the notification was legitimate. Knowing how often Tara would fill out forms without the slightest hesitation had only further reduced Kara's suspicions.

Begrudgingly, Kara had finally relented - if only to keep an eye on Tara in case her misgivings proved well founded!

Too late had Kara realized that the reason they had become so very sleepy immediately after arriving at the cabin was due to the fact that they'd both drank a small amount of the complimentary champaigne waiting for them in the cabin upon their arrival.

It'd been such a hot day, and the pearls of condensation trickling down the bottle as it sat in the ice bucket had been too tempting even for Kara's innate sense of suspicion to kick in before they'd both drank a full glass of the stuff.

Realizing she was in some sort of danger, she had clasped her hands together and slurred out "Mesha". Tara, hearing her sister even as she was tumbling towards the bed herself in a daze, had instinctively done likewise before passing out.

When they awoke, they were shackled in a hidden basement under the cabin in a small stone alcove. Only thing was, their restraints were diabolical in nature, turning their strenths into weaknesses.

Their necks were chained together by steel collars encircling their throats. Ball gags, terminating the end of a horizontal steel rod, had been pressed deeply into each of their mouths. The chain kept them from pulling their mouths off of the gags, and the steel rods kept them from slipping sideways enough to remove them as well.

In addition to the gags and steel collars, each girl's arms had been pinned behind her back and cuffed with steel restraints at both wrists and elbows. The combination of restraints forced the girl's breasts to thrust out invitingly - even if Kara did say so herself!

The gags and arm restraints were the least of the girl's worries, however.

Shortly after awakening from their drug induced slumber, the spectral figure of Mr. Spooks had appeared before them, first as a curling pitch black mist, then had slowly resolved itself into the diminutive figure of a ghostly coal miner, the cracked head lamp on his helmet casting a glowing yellowish light over the two young ladies as he monologued.

Covered in coal dust, his bibb overalls showed the effects of a crushed body at various gaps and rips in the material.

Mr. Spooks, quite literally, was a ghost.

"Well, I reckon you ladies are awake now so we can begin the proceedings."

Both superheroines, after their initial shock, looked at the specter questioningly.

"You see, I'm leading an invasion of the living world from the afterlife, and I'm just afraid you two young ladies are an impediment to my plans. So, sad as it is, you have to be dealt with."

At this point, Mr. Spooks had grabbed each by her long hair and carefully positioned their heads until the steel rod was perfectly centered inside the steel circle of another steel rod attached to the roof of the alcove.

Both girls had already noticed the wires attached to each steel rod and had frozen perfectly still.

"Oh good, you two ARE smart! You see, the wires will close a switch," Mr. Spooks gestured towards a yellow box mounted on the wall, "and this switch will ignite the dynamite you're sitting your pretty little asses on right now."

The evil chuckle was pretty annoying, even as both girls now noticed the cylinderical shapes they were sitting on with now widened eyes.

Mr. Spooks waved his twisted hand at the swtich and the light on the front snapped in to a harsh glaring light.

"It's armed now. If those two rods come into contact with each other - KABOOM!"

Teen Frost and Teen Fire managed to remain perfectly still, even though his sudden shout echoed in the small basement.

"So, I'll leave ya to it ladies. Enjoy your last moments on earth! Oh, and by the way, there is a convention of boy scouts in the next cabin over so if you blow, so do they!"

With that last statement, he vanished.

Teen Frost looked at Teen Fire, a tear trickling down her cheek. The tear was not fear so much as it was the sense of humiliation and frustration at having been captured like this. If she used her powers to freeze the dynamite, it would only make it unstable and even more likely to explode.

Teen Fire could likewise not use her own powers for obvious reasons.

Even now, with their super-heightened senses, they could hear the crowds gathering a short distance away in celebration.

Teen Frost sought to shift to a slightly more comfortable postion, only to stop when she saw the steel rod come dangerously close to making contact. She could see Teen Fire's eyes widen in warning.

How long could they hold their position?

Both were reasonably certain they could survive the blast, but what about the innocents?

Teen Frost felt the dull ache slowly grow to a piercing pain in her back and shoulders as she remained perfectly still.

It was only then that she realized her breathing had accelerated and her skin had grown most and sweaty. The danger had set off her erotic sense of pleasure and even now she felt her nether regions growing wet and hot.

Almost crossing her eyes to look at Teen Fire, she realized she was going through the same experiences.

The girl's costumes were having their predicted effect. Teen Frost could feel the mindblowing orgasm building like some huge wave. She struggled to distract herself.

Their costumes caused them to become highly aroused the longer they wore them, and right now they had been wearing them in perfect stillness for hours!

She saw Teen Fire staring at her, her eyes even wider with an almost pleading expression as her own juices came to a full boil. Teen Frost could feel the heat her step-sister was putting off as she sought to control her own building orgasm. Tears were streaming down her face from the strain.

If she got much hotter.....

It was just as this thought was crossing through Teen Frost's mind that she saw Teen Fire's eyes suddenly snap closed and an almost imperceptable tremor start humming through her body even as the girl started moaning out one long gagged cry that heralded the start of blissful pleasure.

Teen Frost herself felt her own wave come crashing down just then, the sweat dripping from her body in torrents now just as much from the heat Teen Fire was putting out as from her own efforts to not cum. She realized too late her thighs were quivering and her body would no longer be denied.

Fresh tears started as she felt the last shreds of self control evaporate......

Artist's comment: This was a fun exercise, trying to stay within the parameters of the contest yet indulge how I would like to show them. I think I succeeded. One thing I had to think about was the fact their clothing would not come off with out their consent. Still, I think it came out pretty good!