Teen Fire & Frost are Catching Some Rays

THIS STORY IS FANTASY AND CONTAINS ADULT / NSFW MATERIALS AND SHOULD NOT BE VIEWED BY MINORS

ALL PERSONS DETAILED IN THIS STORY ARE 18 YEARS OLD OR OLDER

non-con bondage, peril, abduction, torture, deathtraps, superheroines, ff-ff

F&F Bio

Kara 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.

Both 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.

As 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.

Both 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.

They 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.

They 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.

Their 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.

The being inside the craft emerged, but the girls were not afraid, but quite the opposite.

The 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.

Mesha 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.

A 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.

A 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.

Both 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.

They 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.

They 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.

It would also bring the gemstones back to them if they were taken or lost.

Mesha explained that the small bag used to contain their power stone possessed amazing properties.

Both girls designed costume bottoms from the strange fabric provided by their alien benefactor, which the stones were wrapped in.

The 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.

The 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 costume bottoms.

The 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.

The 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-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.

Each 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.

After 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 impact on Teen Frost's costume bottoms.

Mesha 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.

The 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.

They were both black belts in Aikido and Jujitsu, and both had trained extensively in Muay Thai and Krav Maga.

The 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,

They later found that being captured by a villain or, more so, a villainess and being bound in extreme bondage, deathtraps, predicament perils, or sexual torture while bound would increase their sexual energy and provide them with earth-shattering orgasms.

Our Story

That's the latest on the zoo heists?" Tara, known to the city as Teen Fire, told her step-sister Kara, aka Teen Frost, as they leaned over the glowing computer screen in their shared apartment.

"The same MO every time," Kara replied, scrolling through the reports. "Exotic animals stolen, no signs of forced entry, and no tracks or fingerprints, and a note addressed to us daring us to catch them."

Tara bit her lip, her bright red hair falling over her shoulder. "It's like they're playing a game with us. But why?"

"I don't know," Kara said, her voice filled with determination. "But we're going to find out."

The twins looked at each other, their eyes reflecting the soft blue light from the screen. They were mirror images, except for the color of their hair, their eyes, and their outfits.

Tara wore a form-fitting red and black ensemble, her tiny costume bottoms that clung to her curves like a second skin, while Kara donned a sleek white and blue outfit that made her look like an ice queen. Her large, firm breasts were straining against her costume top.

Both had their power stones, Tara's was red and Kara's pale blue, nestled in the center of their cute belly buttons in their bare, muscular midriffs. These were the sources of their power; the reason they could manipulate fire and ice.

They had been patrolling the city for hours, searching for any sign of the elusive thief. As they rounded a corner, they spotted a van speeding away from the local zoo.

"That's our lead!" Tara exclaimed, her heart racing.

Without a second thought, the girls quickly engaged their jetpacks and flew at a safe distance behind the van. They had to catch these criminals before more innocent creatures were taken from their homes.

The van screeched to a halt in a deserted alleyway, and the doors slammed open. Three figures clad in black leather emerged; their eyes gleaming with malice. The twins exchanged a knowing glance before charging towards them.

"You're not getting away with this!" Tara shouted, her power stone pulsing with energy.

The figures sneered in response, revealing themselves as the Huntress and her minions. The Huntress, a tall, ebony, muscular woman with dark hair and piercing green eyes, stepped forward, her flame-tipped whip crackling through the air. "We've been waiting for you," she purred.

The twins' hearts skipped a beat. They had done battle with this woman before it had been a violent fight, and in the melee, the huntress lost her arm to Frost's icy grip. They had to be careful; she was notorious for her cruel methods of torture, and she had vowed revenge.

"You're going down," Kara said, her voice icy as she raised her hand, ready to unleash her frosty fury.

But before they could even move, the minions lunged at them, wrapping their arms around the heroines' waists. The girls struggled, but the grip was too strong. With two flicks of her wrist, her whip deftly removed each of their power stones.

"Looks like the game has just begun," the Huntress said with a wicked smile. "Welcome to the hunt, my lovely prey."

And with that, the world went dark as a black bag was thrown over Tara's and Kara's heads. Tara could feel her sister's panic through their telepathic bond, and she knew they were in for the fight of their lives.

They were tightly bound with their wrists behind their backs and their ankles and knees bound together, then unceremoniously, they were tossed in the van and whisked away.

The minions dragged the temperature twins through the cold alley, the sexy villain's boots echoing against the concrete, until they reached a large, nondescript warehouse. Inside, the Huntress had prepared an elaborate lair, filled with contraptions that could only mean one thing: they were in for a world of pain.

The bags were ripped off, and Tara and Kara were forced to face their captor. The Huntress was dressed in a tight black leather catsuit that hugged her curves, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she surveyed her prey.

"Strip them," she ordered, cracking her whip for emphasis, but try as they might, they could not remove the hero's costume bottoms. The Huntress chuckled. "Ah, I see the legend is true. I've heard about your... special bottoms.

No matter, we'll find a way to make them work to our advantage. Just leave the rest of their costumes on, just remove their tops, and let's get them bound."

With a flick of her wrist, the Huntress had her minions secure the twins in separate bondage devices, each designed to maximize their discomfort and arousal. Tara was tied seated atop a piece of metal that looked like a small portion of a railroad rail, but the top came to a sharp point, her wrists and elbow were tightly tied behind her back, a noose tied around her neck and her legs spread in wide splits, with her ass and pussy making the only contact with the sharp top of the metal rail beneath her crotch. The rail started to heat up and grew hotter with every passing second, making her squirm and sweat.

Kara, on the other hand, was stretched out on a cold metal table covered with dry ice, her costume bottoms teasingly close to a spraying device with a container of liquid nitrogen. The thought of the extremely frozen liquid was already making her nipples hard and her pussy wet.

The Huntress approached Tara, her whip trailing along the floor. "Let's see how much heat you can handle," she said, a twisted smile on her lips. She brought the flaming end of the whip directly on Tara's crotch, watching the beautiful red-headed heroine buck wildly.

Tara's eyes widened with fear and arousal as she felt the heat from the whip. The fabric of their alien costume bottoms provided her no protection from the onslaught, her body feeling every stroke of the devilish whip.

Meanwhile, Kara felt a shiver run down her spine as the device began to stretch her and spray the liquid nitrogen on her body, starting with her breasts and moving down to her pussy. The cold was intense, making her gasp and arch her back, her body responding in what she recognized as a build-up to a massive orgasm.

The Huntress took a step back to admire her handiwork. "You both seem to be enjoying this," she said, her voice filled with amusement. "But the real fun is just beginning."

The twins could feel their bond growing stronger as they suffered together, their thoughts and feelings mixing in a whirlwind of fear, excitement, and lust. They knew they had to find a way to escape, to save the animals, and to bring this villain to justice.

But for now, they were at the mercy of the Huntress, the heated rail, and the cold, tormenting spray, which had them in a delicate dance of pain and pleasure that seemed to have no end. They could only hope that their alien gifts would not be their downfall.

As the heat and the whipping grew more intense, Tara felt her arousal peak, the fabric of her costume now smoldering against her sensitive skin. She bit back a moan, focusing instead on the searing pain. The Huntress cackled, enjoying the show she was putting on. "You're making quite the spectacle," she said, her eyes gleaming with perverse excitement.

On the other side of the room, Kara's body shivered as the cold of the liquid nitrogen was applied to her exposed pussy. Her breath hitched, and she could feel her body pulsing with need. The cold was unbearable, yet she found herself craving more, her body responding, with her hips rocking back and forth.

The Huntress noticed the reaction and nodded to her minions. "Good," she said. "Now, let's see how much of this you can handle."

The minions brought over a larger container of a chemical substance that caused anything it touched to grow extremely cold, then began to pour it over Kara's costume, the fabric sticking to her skin as it grew colder. The sensation was overwhelming, and she couldn't help but squirm and gasp, her body trying to find relief from the intense cold. Meanwhile, Tara felt the metal plate under her burning hot, the heat searing her through the material and making her clench her leg and stomach muscles, attempting to raise her body to avoid direct contact.

The Huntress circled them, her whip snaking through the air, leaving trails of fire wherever it touched. "You know," she said, her eyes flicking between the bound heroines, "I've always been fascinated with you twins. The way you share everything, even your powers." She stopped in front of Tara, tracing the whip's fiery end along the curve of her cheek.

With a flick of her wrist, the Huntress brought the whip down hard on Tara's exposed abs, leaving a trail of fire across her stomach. Tara's body jolted, and she let out a cry that was a mix of pain and pleasure. Kara could feel her sister's agony through their bond, and it only served to fuel her arousal, the cold from the mystery chemical and the liquid nitrogen making her pussy throb.

The villainess turned her attention to Kara, a glint in her eye. "And you," she said, her voice dropping to a seductive purr. "Your power is so delicate, so... fragile." She leaned in, her breath hot on Kara's skin. "But I think I know just how to make it shine."

The minions stepped back as the Huntress reached for a liquid helium container, the coldest liquid on Earth. She sprayed it slowly onto Kara's already frozen pussy, watching the ice crystals form and spread. Kara's eyes rolled back in her head, a silent scream escaping her lips as the cold pierced through her. The pain was exquisite, and she could feel her orgasm building, trapped and untouchable. She needed a physical touch to send her rocketing over the edge, but release was denied.

Tara struggled against her restraints, her eyes never leaving Kara's face. "Leave her alone," she growled, her voice thick with desire and anger.

The Huntress laughed. "Oh, don't worry," she said, her eyes flicking back to Tara. "You'll get your turn soon enough."

Tara flexed, in her bonds as much as she could, as a minion turned a dial on the device, causing a small brass tube to rise up from beneath the metal rail Tara was straddling. At the same time, her legs stretched to the limit to each side. A blue flame burst from the end tube, the flame from the device licking at the tiny red triangle of material covering Tara's pussy, aimed directly at her clit. At the same time, the metal rail beneath Tara grew so hot she had to lift her hips up and down to avoid flame and the red-hot rail, her body straining against the bonds. The tension between the twins was palpable, their eyes locked, their thoughts a tumultuous storm of fear, anger, and overwhelming desire.

Tara's breath hitched. Her costume bottoms showed no sign of damage from the heat of the metal rail or the wicked flame. The way Tara was bucking her hips back and forth, trying to move her tortured crotch away from all these torture devices, anyone could see that she was in agony.

The Huntress sauntered over to a control panel, her eyes never leaving the twins. She flicked a switch, and the bondage devices they were in started to move. Tara's legs were forced apart even wider, making it impossible to raise herself up, the rail pressing against her sensitive folds, the focused flame searing through the fabric to her clit. Kara's table began to vibrate, the cold metal sending shocks through her body, making her moan involuntarily.

Tara gritted her teeth, the heat from the metal rail passing through the fabric of her costume and onto her skin. She could feel the orgasm stirring, desperate to be released, but she knew if she gave in now, it would only add to their captor's amusement. Kara's eyes were squeezed shut, her teeth chattering as the cold from the vibrating table sent shivers down her spine. Yet, she too felt the deep sexual response, her body craving the extreme temperature to unlock her icy climax.

The Huntress stepped closer to Tara, the end of her whip hovering just above her stomach. "You're so very close," she whispered. "I wonder how much you can take before begging for mercy."

Kara's eyes shot open, and she glared at the Huntress. "You're going to regret this," she said through gritted teeth, trying to look defiant.

The Huntress just laughed. "We'll see about that," knowing each hero was on the verge of a massive orgasm, she turned back to her minions. "Prepare the transport," denying the sexy twins of their sexual prize.

The minions nodded and began to disconnect the girls from their devices. The red-hot rail was removed, and Tara felt a rush of longing as the heat retreated. She was so close to orgasm that this was torture in a new way. But she knew the Huntress had something far worse planned for them.

They were driven out into the desert, the cold air sending a chill up Teen Fire's spine. The twins were tied to long ropes looped around their necks and pulled tight, then down their backs, where their wrists were tied to the rope, pasted under their crotch, creating a devilish crotch rope, which was then tied to the back of the Huntress's Jeep. They were then forced to run behind the Jeep through the desert as the vehicle sped along. They ran for over three hours and were exhausted when the vehicle finally came to a stop.

Deep in the desert, the twins were staked to the ground, their legs spread wide, their costume bottoms sticking to their sweaty, trembling bodies. The Huntress smirked as she saw the fear in their eyes. "Now, let's see how well you two can handle a little sun," she said, her voice dripping with malice. We found you some friends to keep you company, the huntress purred. The girls looked in horror as they saw that they were staked out between a giant Red Diablo ant mound. The most dangerous ant in the world. Their sting was like having a white-hot nail driven through your skin and left there for hours. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a fiery glow across the horizon. Tara and Kara's bound bodies were lifted up to allow shiny metal plates to be placed behind their backs and bottoms. This torture was as simple as it was brutal. As the sun rose, the metal plates would begin to get extremely hot, causing the girls to have to lift their bodies up in an arch, making their predicament that much worse. They had to find a way to escape before the metal plates beneath them grew hot enough to burn their skin. The Huntress grinned as she placed large magnifying glasses on rods in the ground directly above the twins' crotches; the sun's rays would form a thin point of light aimed directly at a point on the two heroines' thinly covered pussies. Tara and Kara realized this would force them to constantly move the crotches up and down and back and forth to prevent the extremely hot pinpoint of light from remaining in one spot, adding to their torment. "Don't wiggle around too much, you'll only make the ants angry," the Huntress laughed.

The minions began to slowly rub their captives' bodies with honey, giving a great deal of attention to their bare breasts and thinly covered pussies, the sticky sweetness making their tan skin glisten. While the Huntress set up the camera to view the hero's ordeal. "The ants are going to love this honey, and the camera is solar-powered, so we won't miss a thing," one of them laughed as they finished their tasks. They then mounted their Jeep and slowly drove away, all looking back and laughing at the doomed heroines.

The twins looked at each other, their eyes filled with determination. They had to somehow work together to break free. But the bondage was too tight, and the anticipation of the pain was almost too much to bear.

As the sun climbed higher, the metal plates grew hotter, and the girls had to arch their backs, lifting their bottoms off the ground to avoid the searing heat. The strain on their abdominal muscles, along with them being forced to repeatedly move their crotches up and down to avoid the pinpoint of the light caused by the magnifying glass, was unbearable, but they couldn't give in.

The ants began to gather around their bodies with some even starting to climb on their tan skin, drawn by the sweet scent of the honey. The fact that their bodies were thrust up to escape the red-hot steel plates under their round, tight asses meant that only their arms, head, shoulders, and the heels of their feet were the only parts of their bodies touching the ground. But the ants were persistent. The twins felt them crawling up their legs, instinctively stinging their skin due to their teens' forced movement. The pain was unbearable, and they knew that their time was running out. They had to act fast as more ants began to appear and the sun continued to rise.