Teen Fire & Frost are Schooled

With the teen heroines hot on her trail, The Principal had sent these zombie-like kiddies out to capture them. Not wanting to injure the children, Kara and Tara let themselves be taken prisoner; their power stones were removed, and they were taken to The Principal’s lair, a condemned elementary school located in the warehouse district of the city.

Forced to kneel before The Principal’s desk, Kara and Tara got their first good look at their nemesis.

Their nemesis was a tall voluptuous woman with silver hair and piercing gray eyes. She wore a business suit with a short skirt that came halfway up her thighs. Kara figured that the woman who now held her and her sister captive was over 6 1/2 feet tall, likely accented by the six-inch stiletto heels that she wore. When The Principal stood up from behind her desk, Kara caught a glimpse of the top of the thigh-high stockings the woman wore; she moaned softly, feeling a spark of sexual energy at the arousing sight.

Both heroines were held in place by The Principal’s minions. These were two girls, likely the same age as the heroines. Both were beautiful girls of Asian descent, and both were dressed as Catholic school girls: one with pink hair and the other with purple. They both were dressed in very short plaid skirts, white button-down shirts with red ties, white socks, and leather oxfords.

As the statuesque woman walked around her desk, both teen heroines were forced to look up to see her stern face, making the girls feel very small. The Principal smirked. “I have brought you girls here to school to learn a lesson,” she stated. “It is a lesson you will never forget.”

At this, Pink and Purple, as Kara soon learned were their names, started giggling, then dragged the captives away. As Kara and Tara were taken to another room by Pink and Purple, the girls tormented the captured heroines by pinching their breasts and butts. The teen heroines attempted to wiggle away from these advances but were helpless in their bonds. While their Catholic schoolgirl tormentors poked and prodded them, Kara and Tara were re-tied. A long length of jump rope was tied around each of the girls’ bellies, passed through each girl’s butt cheeks, and up through the gap of their pussies. The rope was pulled extremely tight and looped back through itself, forming an effective crotch rope.

Our heroines’ wrists were tied in front, then their wrists were connected to each girl’s crotch rope. This ensured that if our heroines moved their bound wrists, they would feel every movement in their nether regions. The girl’s legs were bound to pieces of janitorial broomsticks, each less than 3 feet long, with steel eye bolts screwed into each end. The girls’ ankles were tied to each end of their sticks, forcing their muscular legs apart. Lastly, Kara was forced to stand behind Tara; Kara's eyes were drawn to her sister’s muscular ass where the tight crotchrope forced the bottoms of her costume to bunch, baring Tara’s muscular buns as if she was wearing a thong. Kara could see the rope cutting deep into her sister's thinly covered crotch. The teen’s sexual energy level increased dramatically as waves of electricity pulsed from her own cinched-up sex.


A short length of rope was tied from Kara's wrists to the rope plunging between Tara’s ass cheeks. A similar length of rope was attached to Tara’s wrists and was currently being tugged on by Purple to Tara’s great distress. Our heroines were already experiencing intense sexual energy from their current situation. Their tormentors seemed to realize this and were exploiting this to their full advantage. The final humiliation came when the girls' gags were quickly removed and a piece of chalkboard eraser was thrust into each of their mouths. Both girls sneezed as the chalk dust floated around their faces. These chunks of chalkboard erasers were secured tightly in their mouths by a leather strap. Kara thought briefly to herself that the extent to which these villains stick to their themes is crazy.

Both Pink and Purple now stood grinning at bound and increasingly sexually charged heroines. “The Principal brought you here to school to learn a lesson,” Purple, still tugging on the rope connected to Tara’s crotch, stated. “We are going to teach you that lesson.”

Kara felt dread as she looked at the maniacal smiles of their captors.

Pink produced two heavy schoolbooks and held them up. “One for Red and the other Blondie!” Pink sang out.

Purple pulled again on Tara’s crotch rope hard enough to pull both girls forward, another flash of sexual energy burst through Kara’s body as her crotch rope dug deep into her pussy, crushing her overstimulated clitoris.

“Today we are going to teach you girls some math!” Pink said, smiling.

Purple giggled and tugged on the rope again. “But first, we must have a class in Phys Ed.; Today’s lesson is balance.”

Pink placed one book on each of the teen heroines’ heads. “Now, we are going to take a tour of the campus; you two must balance your books on your heads and not drop them.” Pink smiled, looking directly into Kara's blue white eyes. “Because each time you drop your book, we add 10 minutes. Both heroines looked back, confused, which caused their teen captors to giggle uncontrollably. “Oh, I almost forgot,” Pink stated demurely. “Each time one of you drops your book, you both get a swat.” She reached into a cabinet and removed a large wooden paddle. Kara stared, shocked, at the size of the paddle, and what this obviously demented girl meant to do with it. Pink placed the paddle over her shoulder. “We need to get started,” she said. “We have a long trip and other lessons to learn. Now we are going to be moving pretty fast, so you girls will need to keep up!”

With that, Purple pulled on her diabolical leash, and Teen Frost and Teen Fire were moving through the hallways of the empty school.

It wasn't long until both heroines’ perfect asses were on fire, attempting to walk with the 3-foot spreader bar between their ankles, and with a book on top of each of their heads, it was nearly impossible. Add to that the fact that both girls had a crotch rope wedged deep into their tight pussies, and the almost impossible, completely impossible. During their hour-long trip waddling through the halls of this abandoned school, the girls dropped their books 21 times. At one point, Tara could not resist the constant and relentless pressure of the rope pressing against her clit and paddling; she had a massive orgasm. As she came, her hips flexed back and forth, grinding on the unforgiving rope buried deep between her legs. As Kara watched her sister’s muscular ass flexing back and forth as she climaxed, it sent Kara over the edge as well. Needless to say, both teen heroines dropped their books.

Pink and Purple laughed uncontrollably at the two heroines wiggling and gyrating their hips as each climaxed. When the girls were spent, Pink announced that both teen heroines would have to be punished for cumming without permission. Weak from their climax, Purple easily pulled Kara next to her sister and bent over both girls at the waist. Pink moved behind her captive, pausing briefly to admire the muscular cheeks of each girl’s ass. She then drew back her paddle and commenced to give each girl 6 swats as punishment for their indiscretions. She alternated the blows, striking first Kara’s then Tara’s firm, upturned ass. As Pink delivered the third swat in the series, she noticed that both heroines were shaking and gyrating their hips. “These pain sluts are cumming again!” She called to her fellow tormentor. Pink arbitrarily added 10 more swats to the girl’s punishment; by the time she was done, the heroines’ perfect butts were bright red, both heroines’ bodies were covered in sweat, and both girls panted like dogs.

Kara was moved back into position behind her sister, and her book was placed back on her head. Luckily, the teen heroines didn't have much longer to attempt this bizarre balancing act. Both girls were sexually and physically exhausted when they arrived at their destination. As the girls attempted to breathe through their chalky gags, Kara realized they were standing in front of the door. Written on the door in black letters was the word ‘DETENTION’.

Smiling, Pink turned to the two captive teens. “My, my, you girls didn't do very well, I thought you were superheroines!” She smiled at Purple. “How many times did they drop their books?” she asked.

“21,” Purple answered gleefully.

Pink laughed and stared at Kara. Then her smile disappeared. “Here is your math question, blue eyes: what's 21 times 10?”

Kara stared back at her, confused about the question but understanding that these girls were intent on making her and her sister suffer.

As Kara pondered this, the door marked ‘DETENTION’ opened and the Principal stepped out. “I understand you girls did not do well in your lessons today,” She said in a stern voice. “Unfortunately this means you will have to serve some time in detention.” The Principal walked through the door as Kara and Tara were led through.

Once inside, Kara’s mind was filled with dread, noting that this small room had no windows and soundproofing had been placed on the walls and ceiling. She began to panic when she saw what was located in the center of the room. She and Tara began to instinctively pull at her bonds and move back towards the only door to the room. This response started Pink and Purple giggling uncontrollably. Purple yanked on the rope connecting Kara and Tara’s crotch ropes, pulling the girls forward. The Principal glanced at Pink and Purple, stopping their laughter immediately. She then began to explain what the two teen heroines’ detention punishment was to be. The girls stared in silent horror as they understood what the machines located in the center of the room were.

Two metal posts were sticking up from the floor. Each was about 3 feet tall and about 8 inches wide: atop each post was a metal loop, below which a set of wrist shackles was mounted on either side of the post. At the base of the post was another set of similar shackles. Also located in the center of the room stood four ominous devices: mechanical paddles mounted on stands, whose purpose was obvious. Each machine’s paddle was approximately 2 1/2 feet long and 4 inches wide; the flat surface of each paddle was studded with numerous holes. The power portion of each machine had a large flywheel, indicating that it produced an incredibly powerful swat.

The two heroines struggled hopelessly as they were moved to the center of the room, their necks forced into the rings at the top of the posts and secured. Their wrists were untied and then quickly shackled below their necks. The girl’s legs were pulled forward, and their ankles were attached to the base of the post. These shackles would not move, forcing the girls to bend their legs out at a 45° angle. This position placed incredible strain on the hamstrings of each of the teen heroines, but if the girls attempted to relieve the pressure on their legs, the ring around each of their necks would choke them. This position also caused the teen heroines' muscular asses to be forced straight up, making them a perfect target for the collection of machines nearby.

Pink and Purple watched with delight as the heroines’ asses wiggled back and forth and up and down, the muscles of their legs flexing and shaking. The Principal exchanged their eraser gags for black ball gags; both girls were in agony, wiggling and gyrating their pert bottoms trying to relieve the strain on their muscular legs. As Pink and Purple moved the spanking machines into place, they audibly debated leaving the crotch ropes on the teen crime fighters.

The Principal decided that the crotch rope pulled deep in each heroine’s sex should be removed. “Detention is strictly punishment, and nothing should be in place that these two bad little heroines could enjoy. Have fun,” she added, then left the room, closing the soundproofed door with an ominous clang.

As Purple moved the second spanking machine in place behind Tara, she stared at the redhead’s wiggling ass. What amazing bodies these girls have, she thought to herself. She had never seen such a perfect ass before. I would love to be sticking things in that ass, painful things, Purple thought to herself. She smiled widely. She noted that even with the crotch rope removed, this girl’s tiny red bottoms had been pulled up and had crept between her butt cheeks, revealing the whole of her amazing ass. Purple smiled widely again, thinking that it made a better target. Purple leaned forward, placing her hand on Tara's wiggling ass.

Even in Tara's slowly worsening position, she jumped when Purple touched her bottom.

Purple attempted to pull the material of Tara’s bottoms aside, but to her amazement, the material would not move. Purple pondered this; the material would move with the girl’s movements, but would not move if someone attempted to move it. She ran her fingers over the strange fabric, noting that it felt slick to her fingers. Purple then ran her finger along the material between Tara’s outstretched bottom. She noticed the skin was still slightly red from the girl’s paddling earlier.

Tara could feel Purple’s fingers running along the material of her costume between her butt cheeks; she wiggled her ass up and down, gyrating up and down and from side to side.

Purple smiled widely at the sight. You will tell me the secret of your magic panties, my little redheaded pet, she thought to herself. And when you do, I'm going to keep you in a dark place, sticking many painful things in those areas your magic panties are protecting. With this thought, she locked the second spanking machine into place and synchronized it with the first machine. She then joined Pink in front of their captives.

The girl with pink hair was sitting right in front of Kara. Kara could see past her tiny plaid skirt to the small panties beneath. The girl smiled at her, obviously enjoying her intense discomfort. Pink moved her face close to Kara's. “Have you figured out your math problem yet?” she whispered.

Kara stared back at her defiantly.

Pink’s smile widened even more. She moved closer still. “21X10: 10 minutes for each dropped book, 21 dropped books, 21x10 equals 210 minutes.” Pink watched with great satisfaction as the realization washed over the blonde’s face.

As it did, the beautiful blonde superhero screamed in her gag, intensifying the wiggling and gyrating of her outstretched ass.

Pink leaned forward and whispered in Kara's ear. “The Principal said I could keep you as my pet, you and I will be able to play like this every day,” Pink continued with a sly grin. “I will make you a tiny little cage and keep you in it all the time. It will be so small that you can’t move a muscle. I will only release you to allow you to pleasure me or to punish you.” Pink kissed inside of Kara's ear, whispering to her softly. “Or maybe I'll never let you out. I saw you staring at my panties; after I’m done torturing you here, my panties should be nice and sticky, then I’ll gag you with them and make you keep them in your mouth for a week to start.” Pink licked the inside of Kara’s ear. “Or maybe longer.” Pink looked back up at Kara's outstretched ass, noticing that it was still gyrating and wiggling madly. She again whispered in Kara's ear. “As long as you can keep wiggling your ass like that, I will not turn on the machines. But the minute you slow down, they come on. What do you say, blue eyes?

“Never!” Kara screamed into her gag, the word barely recognizable through the huge rubber ball. She stopped moving her outstretched ass.

Pink laughed and smiled, staring into Kara's amazing blue white eyes. “Your choice, my little pet. But if you don't, I will double your sister’s time being spanked and leave you in here to listen to her screams.”

Kara realized that she had no choice and began to wiggle her tiny heart-shaped bottom in the air. Pink stood up, laughed, but then leaned back in front of Kara's face. “Tell your sister to wiggle her ass too,” she whispered. “I know you two can communicate without speaking, and make sure we have a good show, or the deal is off, and you will hear your sister being spanked for a very long time.”

Kara's mind was in overdrive, 210 minutes. How could they last? Kara sent a mental message to Tara telling her that she must wiggle, gyrate, and flex her ass as hard and as long as she could. With this, the redheaded teen super heroine started her amazing bottom in motion for the enjoyment of their sadistic teen captors.

Pink and Purple had retrieved pillows from the outer hallway and both sat behind the two captive super heroines, watching the heroines wiggle and gyrate their outstretched, pert, tiny asses.

When Pink returned from the outer hallway with her pillow, she also brought her paddle. She had tormented both girls with the paddle earlier and felt that it might be time to play with it again; Purple had retrieved a favorite item as well, an electric cattle prod. The girls had tweaked this item and increased its voltage and amperage, but had not yet been able to test it. She now had her opportunity. The two tormentors sat below and behind the outstretched bottoms of the two teen superheroines, watching transfixed as the muscular asses covered only in tiny bikini-type bottoms danced above them. From this vantage point, they could see the girl’s crotches as well, and both Pink and Purple were already contemplating different ways to torture those areas.

As Kara’s and Tara’s asses flexed up and down in the air, the sadistic schoolgirls watched the heroines’ incredibly muscular legs continued flexing. Their gaze kept returning to the teen wonders’ tiny costume bottoms. In the heroines’ current position, their costume bottoms just barely covered the girls’ pussies and bum. Through the thin red and white material, Pink and Purple could see the delicate outline of their captives’ puffy pussy lips. Purple lifted her cattle prod and placed the prongs directly at each outline of the pussy lip under the thin red material of Tara's costume bottoms. When she touched the pouty lips, even without a shock, Tara squealed and began wiggling and moving her ass faster, without any prodding. Kara did the same. Their tormentor giggled uncontrollably.

Kara and Tara were both in bad shape; their leg muscles were starting to strain, and soon they would be unable to wiggle their bottoms anymore. When that happened, they both knew their captors would quickly engage the spanking machines waiting patiently behind them. They had been told that they must endure 210 minutes, which was over three hours of being spanked by the wicked machines. Kara was also thinking about her captor. In her mind, Kara heard again the words Pink had whispered in her ear. Kara wandered about the prospect of being this sadistic schoolgirl’s personal torture slave. Pink had told her that she would be kept in a tiny cage forever. The thought of being dominated, punished, and continually tortured was causing Kara’s body to build towards what she knew was an incredibly powerful orgasm. She feared that if she came, her captor would take retribution on her sister. Pink had already threatened to torture her sister for non-compliance, and this scared Kara more than any punishment, that she would be responsible for her sister’s pain.

Unknown to Kara, her tormentor was seated directly behind and beneath her, with her head lying on the floor below Kara's upturned ass. Kara was currently pushing in and out with her leg muscles; this caused her pert bottom to rise and fall, and Pink watched the up-and-down motion of Kara's crotch. She smiled, watching Kara's downward motion squeeze the heroines’ puffy outer pussy lips into sharp relief against the fabric of her tiny costume bottoms. When Kara squeezed down, Pink could make out every detail of the heroine’s pussy. When this girl is my torture slave, she will never be allowed to wear panties again, Pink thought to herself. She looked up again, watching the outline of the tiny hood covering Kara's clit come into view. Pink thought that once the blonde was her slave, she would pierce that little clit with a ring, attach a leash to it, and use it to lead the blonde hero around. A superhero, Pink thought. I wonder just how strong the blonde’s clit might be; maybe she could hang by it. Pink smiled wider. All things to try… soon. Pink noticed that the blonde’s movements had slowed down, and she lifted Purple’s cattle prod up and placed it in line with Kara's descending crotch. As it came down, Pink lined the prods up with Kara's clitoris. As Kara pushed out with her legs and her muscular bottom descended, Pink smiled and whispered: “Here Kitty Kitty Kitty.” Kara's crotch came down, and pink pressed the button.

Kara was in a rhythm working her body for the satisfaction of her sadistic captors; her mind was still pondering the words whispered in her ear by the evil schoolgirl. Kara's mind had been able to pick up flashes of images from her pink-haired captor. Kara saw herself naked in a tiny cage, so small that her legs were folded underneath her and her head was stuck out the hole in its side and locked in place. Her arms were manacled to the top of the cage, and she was hanging by a chain from a hook in the ceiling. Folded into the cage as she was, her pussy and ass were exposed. In the vision, she saw her captor standing behind a machine that was forcing two enormous dildos in and out of her tiny pussy and virgin ass. Kara envisioned another scene, her naked body chained spread-eagled to the floor, a small ring pierced through her tiny clit. Kara saw a chain attached to the ring, with the chain running through a pulley at the ceiling of the room, the end of this chain in the hands of her pink-haired Mistress. Kara saw herself being pulled up by the ring thrust through her little pink bud, all the time screaming and cumming. Her Pink tormentor pulled Kara’s back until it bowed to its limit, but the pink-haired girl just laughed and continued pulling. The thought of these images has brought Kara near orgasm.

The fact that she was thrusting her hips into the air repeatedly for the pleasure of the sadistic girl that she had received these images from was making it a losing battle not to cum. When the electric prod delivered a shock directly to her clit, Kara came so hard that she temporarily lost consciousness, collapsed, and began to strangle.

Pink stood up, grabbing her paddle; as Kara began choking, Pink drew back with the paddle and began whipping her bottom. As Kara came to from the pain delivered by the multiple swats given by the pink-haired sadist. Kara struggled to raise her body and was able to stop herself from strangling. Tara had stopped gyrating when Kara had fallen; she cried into her gag, struggling to turn her confined head to see what had happened. When Pink saw that Tara had stopped moving, she commenced to paddle her outstretched bottom repeatedly as well.

Both heroines started wiggling and gyrating their asses again in hopes of stopping Pink’s continuous agonizing paddling. Pink moved around in front of Kara, smiling into the beautiful blonde’s exhausted face. “Sorry, snowflake,” she said. “But rules are rules: you stopped wiggling your ass, you lose.”

Kara screamed through her gag in frustration and attempted to shake her head.

Pink grinned widely. “I will make you another deal,” Pink said, then stepped between the two heroines so Kara and Tara could both hear. Grabbing both girls’ sweat-soaked hair, Pink jovially announced: “Your new deal is that whichever of you stops wiggling your hot little ass first, the other gets double time in the ‘old spanking machine’.” Both heroines screamed into the rubber gags. Kara repeated “please no” over and over again. Pink laughed, patting both heroines on their heads and exclaimed, “Get those asses moving, ladies.” By the way, there'll be some swats and shocks to keep you motivated.” Pink and Purple laughed out loud in unison as both heroines started gyrating their hips and thrusting their asses into the air. Pink thought to herself as she watched the heroines’ muscular bodies working her tiny, muscular asses up and down and side to side, these two may set a record. That was fine by her. Pink lifted her paddle, watching the tiny red and white bikini bottoms of her teen captives wiggle invitingly, red or white, she questioned, where do I start?

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The ‘ass wiggling contest’ went on for more than an hour, as both girls begged the other to stop first. Neither sister wanted to be responsible for the other to receive more time being spanked by the diabolical spanking machine. When one slowed down, or just for the fun of it, Pink would swat their asses, and Purple would shock their pussies.

Finally, when both girls were at the point of total exhaustion, they both stopped together, neither Kara nor Tara having cum during this brutal session.

When they stopped, Pink and Purple came around in front of the exhausted heroines. Pink was forced to pull each girl's head up by her hair just to look them in the eyes. She smiled at Kara, wagging her finger in the blonde teen’s face. “You both stopped, so you both lose,” she said, grinning wildly. Kara's face just slumped down when Pink released her. “Oh, poor little snowflake,: Pink said mockingly. “Tell you what I will do, since I am in such a good mood and because you entertained me and my protégé so well, I will split the difference and give you each 300 minutes. What do you say?” Pink leaned her face down in front of Kara’s downcast head, her voice dropping to a whisper, “What do you say?”

Kara raised her head, with tears in her eyes. “Thank you,” she said meekly through her rubber gag.

Pink smiled widely. “See, my little slave is already learning!” she proclaimed. “I think while you, two, are busy in here, we will go and try and find you girls some cages…. tiny ones.” Pink looked directly into Kara's blue white eyes. “Wouldn't that be nice?”
Kara just shuddered.
The two heroines waited in silence for the next ordeal to begin. Their firm, tight bottoms still thrust invitingly into the air. Their tiny bikini-style costume bottoms pulled through their butt cheeks and stretched tightly over their tight little pussies.

Soon, Pink stepped back into the girls’ view, smiling cheerily. “Okay, heroines,” she said. “The timer is set, and your fun is about to begin.” She hesitated. “We agreed on 600 minutes, right?” Both heroines groaned in their gags, and Pink laughed out loud. “Just kidding!” She walked to the door and flipped a switch, then paused and called back to the two teens bound in the middle of the room. “I set it for 400, an extra 100 for stopping without permission.” Pink laughed. “Rules are rules, but you'll learn that starting now, see you ladies in the morning!” Her laughter cut off as the soundproof door closed and was locked behind her.

Kara’s and Tara’s eyes widened at this announcement. They both began struggling in their bonds, causing their asses to begin to wiggle and gyrate again. Soon, both girls heard a clicking noise directly behind them. There was a silence, then each girl was greeted with a “wooshing” sound, then a loud crack. Both girls registered the sound milliseconds before the impact. It drove the air from each of their lungs in a pained scream and set their tiny muscular bottoms on fire. This strike was immediately followed by a second, then a third, and so on. As the 10th swat rained down, both Kara and Tara orgasmed in unison, with a second beginning to build. The blows were coming too quickly for the girls to get any reprieve; after the first 15 minutes, both girls were screaming continuously. After the first hour, both girls had cum six times and were blubbering incoherently, their asses purple and black with bruises. Both heroines screamed into the night….

Kara awoke with a scream. She looked around the dingy office and into the adjacent laboratory. There, she thought for a moment that she saw movement, something skittering across the floor. She frowned; the dream she just had was so intense. Kara remembered their escape from the Principal and Pink and Purple: two hours after Pink shut the door, leaving the girls in their spanking hell, Purple had returned alone and removed Tara from the detention room. She took her helpless captive to another part of the school, determined to figure out the secret to removing her costume, most importantly, the bottoms. But when Purple removed Tara, she forgot to re-engage the spanking machine on Kara: when Pink returned to check why she wasn’t screaming, she found Tara missing and Kara not being spanked. She knew immediately what had happened; after turning the machines back on, she left and found Purple in the school basement.

When Pink found her, Purple had Tara hanging upside down with her legs spread wide apart, and Purple was caning Tara’s inner thighs and pussy. Tara was ungagged because Purple wanted to hear her screams. As Pink and Purple argued, Tara worked her wrists free and was able to summon her power stone. With her powers at full strength, Tara was quickly able to subdue all the villains and rescue her sister from the spanking machine. They were able to return the mind-controlled children back to their homes, and Tara later burned the condemned school to the ground.

Kara looked at her sister, who was still tied across the room, remembering the wide-eyed look Tara had given her when she confessed her thoughts and fantasies regarding their pink-haired tormentor as they prepared for bed upon their return home, but she had said nothing about it. The following afternoon, when Kara returned home after her morning classes, she stopped, transfixed by the girl standing in the entry hallway of their apartment.

Tara stood in the center of the hallway, dressed as a Catholic schoolgirl with a sly grin on her face; in one hand, she held a set of handcuffs, and in the other, she held a short leather leash with a nasty little alligator-type clip attached. Tara's fingers were pressing the clip so it snapped open and closed threateningly. The outfit she wore was likely a Halloween or stripper costume, the tiny plaid skirt barely covered her amazing ass, and Kara could see that her sister wasn't wearing panties. The white shirt was tied up, revealing her sister's amazing abs, and the socks came up to her thighs. On her head, she wore a long pink wig.

Tara spoke only one word: “strip.”

Kara remembered quickly removing my clothes and standing there in front of her sister naked. She remembered Tara roughly turned her around and placed handcuffs on her wrists behind her back. Tara then reached down and quickly snapped the clip to her tiny clit. The pain shot through her like a bullet, the sexual wave rolled over her like a tidal wave. Kara composed herself, and without speaking a word, Tara pulled her to their playroom. Kara remembered her pussy was throbbing as she entered the small room, her body exploded, and she came right there when she saw the small metal cage sitting on the floor in the center of the room.

The girls had played the rest of the day and well into the night. Tara forced Kara to cum more times than she could count. Later that night, as they lay in each other's arms in bed, Kara remembered kissing Tara's lips and listening to the sound of her sister’s heartbeat. As she fell into sleep, she thought she could never love anyone more.

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