Tongue-Tied

THIS STORY IS FANTASY AND CONTAINS ADULT / NSFW MATERIAL AND IS NOT FOR MINORS
ALL PERSONS DETAILED IN THIS STORY ARE 18 YEARS OLD OR OLDER
non-con bondage, peril, abduction, torture, forced arousal, Ff/ff

Summary

Teen Fire & Frost are captured by the Arch-Villain Stiletto and placed in a shipping container bound for her private island. The heroes will be forced to perform cunnilingus on each other non-stop the entire trip or be punished with severe electric shocks. In addition, the teen twins are forced to wear orgasm denial collars. Meaning that their pussies will be licked and sucked continuously for their entire voyage, but with no release. A long trip indeed.

“Tara, we’ve got to be careful,” Kara messaged Tara with their unique telepathy, her icy-blue eyes scanning the dark alleyways of the city. “The Stiletto’s intel says the exchange is going down tonight.”

Tara Bishop, aka Teen Fire, nodded solemnly, her fiery red hair fluttering in the light breeze. “We can’t let her get away with this, Kara. Those kidnapped girls need our help.”

The twin flares of passion and determination in their eyes reflected off the gleaming surfaces of their metallic costumes as they stalked the shadows, their toned legs moving with a grace that belied their power. Their costume bottoms, a mere scrap of unyielding fabric that clung to their curves like a lover’s embrace, whispered of the alien technology that had transformed their lives. The fabric was not just for show; it was a conduit for their newfound abilities, a constant reminder of their duty to the innocent souls that depended on Team Bishop.

The warehouse loomed ahead, a hulking monolith of decayed metal and crumbling concrete, standing sentinel at the edge of the city’s forgotten waterfront. The stench of brine and rotting fish mingled with the faint acrid scent of fear and desperation that hung in the air, a grim beacon to the twin heroines. They could feel the pulse of the power stones at their navels, a gentle warmth that grew more intense as they approached the building, a silent promise of the strength they would soon need to fulfill their mission.

Kara and Tara, known as Teen Frost and Teen Fire, used their telepathic link to coordinate a stealthy approach to a warehouse where the arch-villainess, Stiletto, was holding several kidnapped girls. Their alien-enhanced costume bottoms, which both empowered and aroused them, whispered of their superhero personas. The setting was a desolate, industrial area by the waterfront, and their power stones reacted to the proximity of danger, signaling their readiness for the confrontation ahead.

Kara, as Teen Frost, shivered slightly, not from the cold but from the anticipation that coiled within her. She knew the moment she had transformed into her superheroine persona, her inhibitions had melted away, leaving only the fierce warrior beneath. Tara, equally attuned to the alien power stones’ seductive whispers, felt her heart race.

With a nod, they sprang into action. Leaping through a broken window with the grace of gazelles, they tumbled into the shadowy embrace of the warehouse. The shards of glass shimmered in the moonlight, a silent testament to their unyielding resolve. The air inside was thick with the scent of oil and grease, the floor sticky beneath their booted feet. They moved in unison, a ballet of stealth and power, each step measured to avoid alerting the unsavory characters they believed lurked within.

A faint sound echoed through the cavernous space, pulling them deeper into the labyrinth of crates and machinery. The voice grew clearer, more insistent, getting progressively louder. Kara’s eyes narrowed, her breath misting in the cold, a sign that her power was rising to the challenge. Tara’s skin seemed to glow with a fiery intensity, the heat of her rage fueling her determination.

Teen Frost and Teen Fire, driven by the innate danger and the thrill of the mission, infiltrated the warehouse with grace and precision. Their senses heightened, they moved through the grimy, moonlit interior, following the sound that would lead them to the villainess Stiletto herself, their powers vibrant as they approached the source of the disturbance with a blend of stealth and readiness for combat.

They followed the voice to a room dimly lit by a single florescent bulb. The door was ajar, and through the gap, they could see no movement, but the hero’s excitement skyrocketed as they recognized the voice. It was definitely Stiletto, the renowned villain known for her sadistic thinking, sharp wit, and even sharper stilettos, the evil woman finally at their mercy.

As they burst through the door, the room was dark and foreboding, a speaker on a small table mocking them with Stiletto’s recorded voice. Looking around the small room revealed a space with only one door.

“Tara, something’s wrong,” Kara hissed, her eyes narrowing as she realized the trickery. Without warning, a heavy steel door slammed down behind them, the echo reverberating through the warehouse like the final toll of a doomed bell. The twins whirled around to face their new predicament, the cold, hard steel glinting maliciously in the single light. The empty room with a recording of Stiletto’s voice clearly signaled the lure, evil in its simplicity. The sudden slamming of a steel door merely confirmed their suspicion, leaving them confined and surrounded by the hostile ambiance of the warehouse, with no clear path to escape or to confront their adversaries. They were trapped, the air in the room thick with the scent of a snare well-sprung.

Teen Frost stepped up first, her hand trembling slightly as she placed it on the metal barricade. She took a deep breath, her eyes squeezing shut as she focused her power. The gem at her navel thrummed, sending a jolt of cold energy through her body, and with a grunt of effort, she pushed against the door. Her muscles strained, the fabric of her costume bottoms growing tauter with each exertion. Yet the door remained steadfast, unyielding to the might of her newfound abilities.

“Tara,” she gasped out, “We’re going to need a bigger freaking ice cube.”

But before she could finish, Tara’s eyes widened, and she brought her palms together, her fingers splayed outward. A fiery glow began to build between them. The heat grew intense, and a small fireball began to form, a beacon of fiery defiance in the cold, steel embrace of their prison.

Tara, no!” Kara shouted, her breath frosting in the air. She knew her stepsister’s power and understood the danger of using it in such a confined space. But Tara’s eyes were wild, her thoughts clouded by the all-consuming need to escape. With a roar, she released the fireball. It shot forward, a sun in miniature, and slammed into the steel door with a deafening clang. The metal buckled, then glowed red hot, but did not give way. The room was immediately engulfed in an oxygen vacuum, as all the oxygen rushed to feed the ravenous flame.

Panic set in as the sisters realized the gravity of their mistake. They had underestimated the strength of the door and the speed at which their fire would consume the oxygen. Their chests tightened as they gasped for air that was no longer there. The heat grew unbearable, the fabric of their costumes sticking to their skin like a second layer of scorching flesh.

But amidst the chaos, the sound of Stiletto’s laughter echoed through the room like a taunting specter. It was a laugh that held no mirth, only the cruel amusement of a cat playing with its trapped prey. The twins looked at each other, fear mixing with anger in their eyes. As they slipped into darkness, they knew they had been outplayed, but they were not beaten yet.

When Kara and Tara awoke, the first sensation was cold steel against their bare skin. The room was dimly lit, casting eerie shadows across the cold, steel surfaces, but there was enough light to see. They were both topless, bound to metal racks, their once impervious bodies now vulnerable without the protection of their power stones. The racks were dark and imposing, a stark contrast to the sleek alien technology that had been a part of their lives for the past year. Their wrists and ankles were secured with thick, unyielding shackles digging into their flesh, their limbs stretched almost to the breaking point. Their legs had been forced into rigid splits, the weight of their bodies straining against their bonds. The racks were a prison of pain, forcing their bodies into uncomfortable and vulnerable positions, stripping them of their usual superhuman resistance and leaving them exposed to potential harm.

Their mouths were clamped open by strange spider-like ring-gags, keeping their lips and jaws wide apart. The girls groaned as they found that they were positioned so that each one’s mouth was directly across from the other’s crotch. The alien fabric of their costume bottoms was stretched tautly across their sex, emphasizing the cleft and leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Each girl stared at the other’s pussy, barely covered by the minuscule triangle of metallic alien material that clung to them like a second skin. The sight of Tara’s red costume bottoms against her flushed skin made Kara’s core throb with desire, while Tara felt a similar pulse of arousal at the sight of Kara’s snow-white fabric nestled tightly between her legs.

Click! They heard the flick of a switch, and immediately the top rack lowered slightly, bringing the girls’ faces even closer to the fabric that shielded their most intimate areas. Now the hottie heroines were forced to try to adjust their heads lest each one’s mouth come to rest on the other’s mons. The anticipation was almost unbearable, their eyes wide with a mix of fear and arousal. The thought of being forced to pleasure each other in such a way was both thrilling and humiliating. The cold steel against their skin sent shivers down their spines, a stark reminder of their vulnerability.

Suddenly, Stiletto’s laughter taunted them, revealing their captor’s presence. The twins looked up to see her standing over them, a smug smile playing across her painted lips. She was dressed in a tight, black catsuit that hugged her curves and showcased her ample assets. Her eyes gleamed with a malicious glee as she took in the sisters’ predicament: the spider gags gripping their jaws, clearly not intended just for show; the two pairs of perky girlish nipples clamped tightly to make them swollen and very sensitive, the clamps sporting leather straps that, once the two bodies were pressed together, could be threaded around the opposite set of hips and toned waists, to assist gravity in maintaining the saliva-soaked, generous lips tightly in position against quickly growing wet and swelling labia.

“Welcome, my little playthings,” she purred, her voice dripping with the sweetness of venom. “You see, I’ve always envied your...uniqueness.” Stiletto leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with malicious delight, her voice a whispered sweet caress against their fear. “You see, this is just the beginning of your training. I have so much more planned for you both.” She flicked another switch, and the devices to which the sisters were bound hummed to life. The cold metal grew warm, then hot, against their most sensitive area

Stiletto stepped closer, her eyes lingering on the red fabric that covered the redhead’s sex. “Those gags you wear are quite a wondrous bit of technology,” she stated, her smile widening. “They’re not just for making your cries of pleasure...or pain...difficult and humiliating. They also serve to keep you aroused and compliant. Once they are engaged, they will turn the wearer’s tongue into a miniature subsonic stimulator. Just a slight tingle in the wearer’s tongue, but a flood of sexual stimulation for the person on the receiving end. You could basically lick someone’s elbow while wearing it and drive the person mad with sexual desire. I expect you’re both quite aware of what’s going to happen, given where your faces are. I guess you know exactly where I’m going with this,” Stiletto grinned.

Kara shouted through her gag, “No, you can’t do this!”

Stiletto leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with malicious delight. “Oh, but I can, and I will,” she whispered, her voice a sweet caress against their fear.

Tara and Kara’s eyes, although they could not see each other’s faces, grew wide with the same look of terror, panic, and confusion swirling in their gazes. They both tried to activate their telepathy, but to their horror, their thoughts crashed against an invisible barrier! The bond that had been so strong since their fateful night with Mesha was now suddenly blocked. They could feel each other’s fear and arousal, but were unable to communicate beyond that.

Stiletto continued, her voice a sultry whisper that seemed to coil around them like a serpent, “Don’t bother trying to use your little mind tricks on me. I’ve been around the block a few times, and I know how to deal with pesky telepaths. Now, let’s get down to business, shall we?” She sauntered over to a control panel on the wall, her hips swaying with a hypnotic grace.

“These delightful contraptions,” she continued, her eyes lighting up with glee as she gestured to the racks they were bound to, “will be your home for the next few days. “Soon, this container that we are in will be placed on a ship for a five-day trip to my private island, where you both will begin your new lives together as my personal slaves. Later, depending on your acceptance of your conditioning, you will be used in my criminal enterprises, one at a time, with the other always kept back in a secret location as insurance.”

She paused to let that glimpse of their future sink in. Then she resumed her lecture. “Now, let’s get you both accustomed to your new roles, shall we? I don’t want you two danger sluts to get bored during your boat ride.”

With a wicked laugh, Stiletto attached a device to the rack between each of their spread legs. The cold, metallic object pressed directly into Tara’s and Kara’s bums, sending a jolt of fear through them. The devices looked like a twisted combination of a gymnast’s pommel horse and a medieval torture device, with a smooth, round protrusion at the center that was perfectly aligned with each of their most intimate little muscular openings.

“These little gems,” she purred, stroking the devices with gloved hands, “can deliver a 50,000-volt electric shock to your little holes. And, as a bonus,” she giggled, “it can also administer a taser-like charge that can last for hours. It’s also equipped with a cold and heat beam to work on those magic panties of yours.” This caused the red and white wonders to struggle in their tight bonds, their muscles straining and their eyes now bulging with fear.

The villainess leaned in closer, her breath hot against their skin, “Now, I want to make this perfectly clear,” she whispered. “You’re going to be licking and sucking each other’s pussies for the duration of your journey. And if I detect any lack of enthusiasm, the device will administer a shock. A sensor will monitor and track your tongue, which must never leave the surface of your sister’s shiny panties. If your tongues stop moving for more than three seconds, your sister will receive a 50,000-volt shock to her hot ass and nipples, as well as a taser-type shock that will last. We’ll make the session ten minutes long to start, with two additional minutes added with each infraction. How’s that for motivation?... Oh, and by the way, those hot and cold beams will keep your wicked costume bottoms alternately at +250° and -30°, respectively.

Fire was confused. Being forced to lick her sister’s pussy for five days and nights would be arduous, maybe even impossible, especially with her tiny pink tongue acting as a modified subsonic stimulator, and even with the electro-torture, this scenario was tame considering their previous run-in with Stiletto. Her eyes narrowed, and she struggled against the restraints. The idea of being forced to perform such an intimate act, not out of love but by some sick twist of fate, was maddening. Yet, the thought of subjecting Kara to such pain was unbearable. She knew she would have to endure this degradation if she wanted to keep her sister safe.

“I have saved the best for last,” Stiletto said, interrupting Fire’s wild thoughts. The villain’s eyes gleamed with a twisted pleasure. She stepped back from the racks, her hips swaying as she approached a large, gleaming metal case in the corner of the room. She opened it, to reveal a pair of matching collars. They resembled the shimmering material of their costumes’ briefs, the red one pulsing with a fiery glow and the white one emanating a chilly aura. The sight of the alien devices made Kara’s stomach drop and Tara’s skin crawl.

The villainess took a step closer, holding the collars aloft. “These, my dear Teen Frost and Teen Fire, are your new leashes. They will keep you tethered to your roles as my obedient pets. Any attempt to remove them will result in immediate and severe consequences.” She paused, savoring their horror. “But let’s not get ahead of ourselves, shall we?”

Stiletto approached Kara first, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She leaned in and attached the white collar around Kara’s neck, the cold metal sending a shiver down the captive sister’s spine. It tightened with a hiss, molding to her throat like a second skin. Kara felt a surge of power, her body responding to the alien tech with a mix of dread and unwelcome arousal. Clearly, the collar was not just for show; it was a conduit of control, a symbol of their new reality.

Tara watched in horror as Kara’s eyes rolled back, her body spasming slightly. She knew all too well what this meant. Stiletto had done her research; she had figured out how to manipulate the very essence of their power. The collar was a prison for Kara’s mind, enslaving her will to Stiletto’s desires. A moment later, the red-haired heroine felt a similar sensation as the crimson collar was locked around her neck. The heat was intense, almost painful, but she bit back a whimper, her eyes blazing with defiance.

“Orgasm denial collars, my darlings,” Stiletto announced to her captive audience, her smile widening as she observed the twins’ reactions. She knew she had them now. “Ah, I see the collars fit splendidly,” she purred, her voice thick with satisfaction. “Now, my little pets, you’ll be edged to madness for days, but you’re never going to reach the sweet release you crave. Welcome to hell on earth!”

The cold steel of the collars bit into the captives’ necks, the glowing lights at their centers pulsing with malicious intent. The collars were a masterpiece of technology, designed to amplify their arousal while simultaneously preventing them from climaxing. The sensation was unlike anything the sisters had ever experienced. The fabric of their costume bottoms would become more sensitive with each passing moment, sending waves of pleasure through their bodies that built to an agonizing crescendo—only for release to be snatched away! Terror flooded Tara and Kara’s minds, each young woman trapped and forced to service her sister’s pussy for days, now understanding that not all that sexual energy could be released, risking being edged into madness. It would truly be a fate worse than death.

Stiletto’s voice grew commanding as once again she addressed the twins. “Let’s not keep our audience waiting, shall we?” She tapped a button on her smartphone, and immediately the air was filled with a soft, rhythmic buzzing. The red lights on the cameras surrounding the room turned green, signaling they were live. The twins realized with horror that their degradation was being recorded for their opponent’s sick purpose.

Tara and Kara slowly stuck out their tongues, the tips grazing the metallic fabric of their sister’s costume bottoms. The moment of contact sent an electric shock through their tongues. The fabric of their costumes seemed to come alive, sending waves of pleasure that were both exquisite and unbearable. They both squealed in unison through their gags, the sounds pussy-muffled but loud enough to echo in the cold, steel chamber.

Stiletto looked back as she was closing the thick metal door, observing her new slaves, each beginning to moan as they feverishly licked and sucked on her sister’s pussy, racing towards a sexual explosion that would never cum.