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Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Princesses With Shrooms pt 13


Daisy and Rosalina are teaming up to pleasure the giantess Peach.  Hope they are thirsty!  ;-)


Princesses With Shrooms pt 12





Princess Peach is enjoying her new size and using her fingers to do a mighty fine job of pleasuring her friends!  =D

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Liberty Lass Bio







Notes for Liberty Lass

Liberty Lass

Real name:  Christina "Christy" Aadams

Height:  5' 5"

Weight:  114lbs

Measurements: 34C - 28 - 32

Born and raised in a town of less than 200 people in rural Georgia.  Christy developed her abilities at the age of 14.  Her family was more thankful than afraid of her gifts as she was a great help around the family peach tree farm.  Her increased strength, stamina and speed made most of the daily chores on the farm greatly easier.  After an accident, they also inadvertently learned Christy had nearly invulnerable skin.  Christy was home schooled and being from such a small town, never had much opportunity to spend time around kids her own age.  Christy and her family decided it was best to keep her special gifts a secret from the onset.  Once finishing high school, Christy wanted to go off to college.  She wasn't that interested in a degree as she was the idea of being around people her own age.

After saving up for a year, the family was able to afford to send her to a college up in Pennsylvania, not too far from Philadelphia.  Christy never saw herself as an attractive girl, not that she thought she was unattractive either.  Just never had the time to concern herself with how she looked working on a farm.  This attitude carried over into college where she never dressed herself up at all.  She wore baggy, comfortable clothes that were completely unflattering.  She kept her naturally blond hair short all around with a long on top which gave her some bangs, but was easy maintenance.  Christy often found herself as the butt of jokes, but she was completely unaware of it.  Many took her naivety as either being extremely stupid or just as being a dumb blond.  One day in the cafeteria, a group walked past her as she was sitting at a table alone sucking on a Popsicle.  One of the guys told her he had a Popsicle she could suck on in his pants.  He and his friends started laughing until she plainly stated.  "That sure is a bad place to keep a Popsicle.  It'll melt in no time flat.". At first they thought she was joking, but soon realized she was serious.

One weekend, while Christy was visiting independence hall(as she did so often she could quote the tour guides word for word), she was admiring the liberty bell as she listened to the tour guide talk about the real heroes.  The men that wrote and signed the declaration.  Christy looked out the window, just spacing out when she saw a little kid chasing after his runaway balloon.  No one else seemed to see him.  Sure enough, the small child chased it right into the street.  Christy ran right through the glass pane, without getting a scratch on her.  She was able to get to the child mere seconds before he was hit by an oncoming car.  She made quite a commotion and a crowd formed.  A reporter who was doing a travel piece for a small newspaper started asking question.  Who was she?  How did she do that?  Christy was wearing big sunglasses, so her face was mainly hidden.

"Who are you?" The reporter asked again.

"Me?  I'm just a little lass at the right place at the right time."  Christy replied in her thick southern accent.   Christy then made her exit, running as fast as she could.  Making a few impressive hurdles and leaps in the process.  The next day, Christy was in her single student room on her computer where she found an article titled "Liberty Lass" saves the day.  Christy smiled at the thought of being tied to such a historically significant item and place.  "Liberty Lass, huh?". Before she knew it, Christy started thinking about heroes, heroines, and all the cool stuff they could do.  All the coo, stuff she could do.  How hard was it really?  To be a heroine?  All she needed was a costume.  She could fight the bad guys, do something huge!  All the movies and comic books made it look easy enough.  One thing was for sure, she needed something striking.  Something cute.  She found a place to order custom outfits.

  She looked down at the shirt she was still wearing from the day before and noticed it had small tears and rips in it from the glass.  "It's gonna have to be tougher than this old shirt." she said out loud.  She found a website that made all sorts of clothes, including durable scuba gear and other 'adventure' outfits.  Just what she needed!  Adventure clothes!  About a week later her outfit arrived.  She opened up the box and pulled out her main suit.  It had light, sky blue and pale pink.  Just like she designed it.  The ,Atreus, itself was very thin and stretchy.  She picked it up and it looked like it was about three sizes too small.  "oh crap!  They sent me the wrong one!".  As she held it she kept pulling on it.  It kept stretching.  Eventually she decided to try it on.  Christy took off her sweat pants and torn t-shirt.  She stood in her room in her bra and panties and thought about just how she would go about putting this thing on.  She unzipped the zipper as far down as it would go.  About to the middle of the back.  She slowly squeezed her way into the outfit. It was exceptionally tight, but amazingly it stretched to fit.  Her arms looked cool in the blue and pink material.  She got in front of the mirror and saw her panties all bunched up in the outfit and the zipper wouldn't go past her bra in the back.  Christy sighed as she tried to figure out how to fix these problems.  She peeled off her outfit.  In hand a tingling sensation as it caressed her skin as in slid off.  Christy enjoyed that feeling.  She figured that must be what it feels like to have someone else's skin against her own.

Christy then decided to try it again.  This time, she would try it without any underwear on at all.  She felt funny standing in her room completely naked.  The breeze from the ac vent ran right across her chest making her nipples become erect.  She rubbed her full chest with her hands trying to warm up, but to no avail.  She stepped back int her outfit.  She slid one leg into one hole and stretched the outfit so her other leg could find it's hole.  Then she pulled it up.  The uniform hugged her every curve.  She felt it gently squeeze her butt cheeks as it allowed half her cheeks to hang out exposed.  But it was far from a thong.  She also felt a rather exciting squeeze in her crotch.  She looked down and noticed that through her outfit, she could make out the lips of her vagina.  She pulled on the outfit only to have it snap back and give a little slap to her lips and her clitoris.  She helped a little but that also felt a little good.  She rubbed herself a little to help dull away the pain.  That felt good too.  Christ even started pressing her fingers in, against her lips.  She felt the tips of two of her fingers enter her slit, like she was wearing gloves.  The material flexed with her as she continued to delve deeper in.  She started moaning as she allowed the material to push her fingers out slowly as it contracted back, then she pressed in again, deeper.  Harder.  She felt herself getting wet.  This was the closest to sex she ever got.  And after rubbing her breasts and now this, Christy was fully aroused.  She stopped herself from continuing however.  She often found herself spending much of her free time eventually ending with her hand down her panties.  She would fantasize about what it felt like to have someone else touch her, to kiss her, to have sex with her.  but this was serious.  This was hero stuff!

She was able to zip up the back this time, unimpaired by the bra strap.  Once she had the top on, she pulled out her boots from the box.  She had to sit down to put these on.  She had always seen heroines wear high heels, so she ordered high heel boots.  Since the uniform was missing leggings, she got thigh high boots, so as to cover up as much as possible.  Once she got them on she stood up.  She felt taller!  5 inches taller to be exact!  She giggled as she looked around and saw how much she had "grown". She looked back behind her and noticed that with her heels and tight boots on, it gave her ass a very lovely round shape.  She looked in the mirror to get a good look.  For the first time in her life she started to see herself for what she was.  A drop dead knockout.  She slapped her ass and watched in wiggle.  She slapped it again.  "Damn girl!" she said aloud.  Finally she pulled on her pink gloves that were originally designed for rock climbing and the sort.  They fit nicely and snugly, made of the same material on her suit and boots.  The material seemed to have no problem sliding and fitting onto itself as the gloves overlapped her long sleeves.  Finally she put on her mask, which was made of a latex material, and was separate but the collar fit down into the collar of her outfit, holding it in place just like she hoped.

Having completely assembled her heroine outfit, Christy looked at herself in the mirror.  She looked damn sexy.  Her blue and pink uniform snug tightly to her every curve.  She started moving around some.  She threw some punches at the mirror and a couple of kicks yelling as she did so, pretending to fight criminals.  She noticed that for the most part, the outfit stayed put.  It would stretch and give as she needed it to.  The back did crawl up her butt some as she did her kicks, so she just rand her thumb under the outfit and popped it back into place.  "Ouch!" she yelled as it snapped back on her butt.  Not really out of pain, but just from the sensation.

"Look out villains and villainesses, here comes Liberty Lass!"

Monday, August 22, 2011

Princesses With Shrooms pt 11

The stimulation seems to be causing Princess Peach to actually continue to grow!



Princess Peach, Princess Rosalina, Princess Daisy are all (c) to Nintendo.

Princesses With Shrooms pt 10

Now it's Peach's turn in the middle!  =D



Princess Peach, Princess Rosalina, Princess Daisy are all (c) to Nintendo.

Princesses With Shrooms pt 9


Rosalina's caught in the middle of a wonderful situation!


Princess Peach, Princess Rosalina, Princess Daisy are all (c) to Nintendo.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Liberty Lass' Early Perils






Christy ran down the hall out of her classroom.  She was so excited today was finally done!  It had been several days since her heroine outfit had arrived, and she could hardly wait for today to get here.  Today was Friday!  Which meant no classes or anything school related to do for two days.  She had all the time she wanted to get all dressed up and go fight some crime!  She quickly strode through the courtyard over towards her dormitory.  It was a rather easy task seeing as no one ever stopped to talk to her or stopped her.  The only time she ever got slowed down from point A to point B was if someone accidentally bumped into her and knocked her down.  She smiled as she thought how silly it was that guys seemed to bump into her a lot.  She had even gone and purchased extra sturdy binders that you could zip up to keep papers from flying everywhere.  After about a dozen times chasing after a paper through the wind across the yard, she had to fix that!

Once she got inside the women’s dormitory, she made her way up the staircase, four flights to her floor.  As she went down the hall, which was primarily occupied by some of the prettiest girls in school she got several “looks” and sighs.  One girl even shook her head as she saw Christy.  Christy just ignored them, mainly because she didn’t know what those looks meant, only that they did make her feel a little uncomfortable.  But there was no time to worry about that!  Today was Liberty Lass’ first real day!

Once in her tiny room, Christy placed her books and binders up in the little cubby hole above her dressed that doubled as a book shelf.  Christy took off her ball cap and placed it on top of her books.  She then went over to her bed and sat on the edge.  She reached down and pulled off her sneakers and placed them neatly to the side of the bed.  She then pulled off her socks and tossed them into a hamper.  She said “two points” as they both went right into the middle of the basket.  Not that challenging seeing as the room was so small.  But it is the little things in life Christy always tried to take enjoyment in.  She then stood up and undid the clasps of her denim overalls.  Once she unfastened the second clasp, the weight of the material caused the overalls to drop to the floor.  Christy pulled one leg out of the pile of denim and then her other.  Her oversized t-shirt was now flowing like a mini dress, no longer being held in place by the overalls.  Christy hoped over to her dresser, obviously excited about what she was about to do, almost gleeful.

She reached into the bottom corner of her closet and pulled out a brown box.  She then carried it over to her bed.  Once she opened the box and saw the blue and pink material, Christy got really excited.  Almost sexually excited.  Christy clawed at the back of her t-shirt, bunching it up around her neck.  She quickly pulled it off and let it drop to the floor on top of her overalls.  She then quickly reached behind her and undid her bra and pulled it off as well.  Finally she ran her fingers down her sides and pinched a hold of her panties as she lowered her hands, pulling them down enough for gravity to finish the job.  Christy pulled out the mask, which was on top and pulled it on first.  She had tried the outfit on so many times this past week that she had learned the best way to put in on.  Next she pulled on the main piece of the outfit.  Once in was tightly clinging to her body, Christy felt a rush through her whole body.  It felt so good to wear this.  The way in touched her body, the way it was so tight…everywhere.  Christy then pulled out her gloves and pulled them on.  Flexing her hands as it conformed to her fingers.  Finally she pulled up her thigh high, high heeled boots.  In almost no time, Christy had transformed herself from clumsy, awkward college girl to kick ass sexy superheroine.  It wasn’t until she was completely dressed that she realized that she had no way to leave her room.  The hall and subsequent floors were filled with girls coming and going.  She could just jump out the window, she could easily handle a fall from this height, but there were people in the courtyard.  “Damn it!”  Christy let loose some of her frustrations.  She was all dressed up and no way to get out.  Seeing as it was Friday night, she knew that most of the girls would have dates.  The ones that didn’t, would go hang out in groups around town, or just stay in.  She would just have to wait them out.  Christy hung around her room for several hours, trying to pass the time.  She stood in front of her mirror admiring herself, her outfit.  She was so proud of the outfit.  She did some flexing and posing, even trying to mask her voice some.  After doing this for a while, she looked at the clock.  Only fifteen minutes had passed.  She spent the rest of the afternoon looking up crime hotspots online, deciding where to go tonight.  She found one area in particular that seemed to have more crime than others, so decided to start there.  She used online maps to plan out her patrol schedule.  She smiled widely as she thought that she was actually going to be doing this!  Her!  Little Christy from Georgia!  A Heroine!  Christy waited and waited as time slowly passed by.  She lay in her bed, wearing her uniform, peeking her head up to the window just enough so that she could see out it.  She couldn’t let anyone see her in her uniform.  Rule number one, was to keep her identity a secret!  The sun was beginning to set as she watched life buzz about below her.  From her vantage point, she could see pretty much the entire courtyard.  Even the little “hidden spots”.  She had often watched people that thought they were invisible.  Like those two right down there.  A striking redhead junior, her Christy recognized.  She was in one of her classes.  Apparently she didn’t have time to study as she was having to retake the freshman level class.  And from Christy’s observations, she knew why.  Just about every night, that redhead lured different people into that little “hidden spot” between some trees that were nestled up against the side of the science building.  So far, Christy had counted at least a dozen different guys and almost twice as many girls that the seductive redhead had lured to her spot for some quick sex.

Christy sighed as she thought about being alone, and worse even, not being able to go out yet.  There was still too much commotion in the hallway, and too many people in the courtyard.  Christy laid back down and faced the ceiling.  “The mighty dull adventures of Liberty Lass…” she sighed.  A few moments later, she heard a little yelp.  It wasn’t loud enough to draw attention unless you were looking for something bad to happen.  She shot her head up and looked out the window and darted her eyes around trying to find the source of that noise.  Perhaps it was someone in distress!  Someone for Liberty Lass to rescue!  It could be!  It!  It!  It was the redhead.  Apparently she was doing an exceptionally good job giving oral sex to the blonde behind the tree.  The blonde had since put her hand over her mouth to keep from being heard again.  Christy couldn’t help but watch.  It looked so beautiful.  She enjoyed watching that redhead with men, but this was something else completely.  Christy watched intently as she saw the blonde girl raise her shirt exposing her breasts.  She was no longer caring if she got caught, she was too caught up in the heat of the moment.  As the redhead started reaching up and massaging the blonde girls’ breast while continuing her oral assault on the girl’s pussy, Christy started to feel heated herself.  She started massaging her breasts through her uniform.  She felt her nipples become erect and she started teasing them.  Her hand started mimicking the motions she saw out the window.  That felt good, and it looked twice as wonderful.  Christy slowly pushed her hand down her stomach until her fingers felt the indentation of her lips through her costume.  With her middle finger, Christy began massaging her clit and pushing her fingers between her lips.  She kept watching her private show, now the blonde had started gyrating her hips into the redhead’s face.  The more she watched, the more she rubbed.  Faster and harder.  Christy closed her eyes as she imagined the redhead’s tongue inside her.  Licking her juices and probing her pussy.  She started pressing her fingers inside her, but the costume would only give so much.  Not as much as she needed right now.  She pulled at the leg hole and slid her gloved fingers under her uniform.  Now, completely unrestricted, Christy began fingering herself.  She was already wet enough, that she felt a little of her juices flow out and down her leg.  She kept fingering, harder, faster, hard, faster for several minutes.  She felt her muscles tighten and her legs started quivering.  She came hard and fast and lay there for a few moments, just tenderly petting herself as she unwound from her climax.  That was the closest Christy ever got to having sex.  She often wondered if it was as amazing as when she touched herself.  She lay in the bed, her heartbeat slowly returning to normal.  Before she knew it, the heroine had fallen asleep.  The boredom of waiting for nightfall mixed with the workout she just gave herself, made for one relaxed girl and she passed out.  Several hours later Christy woke up and realized what had happened.  “Oh crap!” She let out as she shot up.  She checked herself in the mirror.  She adjusted her boots, and the bottom of her outfit to correctly cover herself up.  She stretched wide and got a good look at herself.  She felt weird as she didn’t really see herself, but this gorgeous heroic looking woman standing in front of her.  It was weird to her that she almost felt attracted to herself.  It was like she saw a completely different woman and not herself in the mirror.  Christy glanced at the clock, and saw it was already 11:40pm.  She opened the door slowly to the hallway.  She couldn’t hear a sound, so she peeked her head out the door.  Once she confirmed the coast was clear, she quickly closed the door to her room and darted down the hall to the staircase.  She went up to the roof, where the girls weren’t allowed to go, but it was kept propped open for some of the smokers to catch a quick smoke during the night.  She opened the door to the roof and was thankful to see that no one was there.  She then ran full speed and jumped as hard and as fast as she could, pretending she was back on her farm in Georgia. 

After a while, Liberty Lass made her way from one side of the town, to the other.  She even surprised herself as to how she wasn’t getting tired.  She had run around the farm a lot, but this was another scale.  A few hours passed as she continued her “patrol”.  She made it into the dangerous part of town that she had scoped out online and was feeling excited at the prospect of actually finding some bad guys.  She soon was disappointed to find that there wasn’t much going on at all.  She helped a blind man cross a street, at least she was sure he was blind.  He kept squeezing her butt the whole time she helped him.  As the night progressed into early morning hours, Christy was getting more discouraged at not finding any crime.  She started just slowly walking down poorly lit streets and soon a car pulled up next to her.

“Hey honey!  That ass sure looks good in that get up!  How much for an hour?”
Christy tried to ignore them as she continued walking down the street.

“Come on!  I’m really needing some play time, I’ll be extra nice, promise.”

“I’m not a prostitute buddy, I’m a superheroine!”

“A what?”

“A Super Heroine!”

“A what?”  The man repeated, he kept not listening as he was paying more attention to Christy’s shapely ass move side to side and give a little bounce as her heels clicked along the pavement.
Christy, having had it up to here with this guy and the fact that she was quite upset that she hadn’t stumbled onto any crime, decided to vent at him in a way he would understand.  “I’m a cop asshole!  Beat it or I’ll bust you!”  All he had to hear was ‘cop’ and he slammed his foot down on the gas pedal.  As the tires squealed in the distance, Christy finally heard something.  It was a commotion and she could hear a woman yelling out.  She ran towards the noise.  “Finally!  Some crime!”  Christy ran around a corner down an alley between two warehouses.  She saw the front of a large eighteen wheeler parked diagonally facing her.  She could see light coming from the other side and hear men talking, and saw their shadows up under the truck.

“Move along missy!  No stopping!”  One man said in a thick Italian accent.

Christy snuck up the far side of the trailer and took a quick glance around the corner.  She saw several men dressed in suits.  One man was in a nicer suit than the others.  Christy decided he must be the leader.  They were ferrying women, dressed in lingerie out of the building and into the back of the truck.  All the women had ball gags in their mouths and their wrists were bound tightly with rope.  The women were all wearing collars with chains linking them together.  As one girl stepped out of the building, the man closest to the door smacked her on her ass, giving it a good squeeze.  She started yelling at the man through her gag.  The man went over to her and smacked her clear across her mouth, causing her to fall down.  “Don’t back talk to me, you little bitch.”

“Hey, hey, hey.  You know better than to touch the Madame’s merchandise!”  The man in the nicer suit helped pick up the girl off the ground.  As he did so, he made sure to cop a feel of her breasts and her butt.  “There you go.  No harm, no foul,” he said shoving her shoulder encouraging her to continue on into the trailer.  As he turned around, Christy thought this was her chance.  She bounced out from her hiding spot and yelled out.

“Stop right there you vile scum!”

The men all turned to face her.  “You talkin’ to us?”

“Yes!  I don’t know what you are doing with these women, but your reign of terror ends tonight!”

“Are you kidding me?  You know who I am?  You know who I work for?”

“You’re a criminal!  You work for the bad guys!”

The men started chuckling.  A couple of the larger men started cracking their knuckles as they approached Christy.  One of the slender men pulled a knife out of his pocket and their leader just stayed still, laughing at her.

“Who are you little girl?  So I know what to write on you’s tombstone.”

“My name’s Liberty Lass!  And I’m taking you in!”

“Get ‘er!”  With the order given, one of the larger men lunged at Liberty Lass.  She dodged quickly and the man ended up falling on his face.  The other large man grabbed her arm and yanked her behind him, causing her to fall onto one of the women being ferried into the trailer.  Liberty picked herself up and swung at him, even giving off a good yell as she lunged forward.  He caught her, and gave her a quick punch to the gut.  It hurt a little, but she had been hit much harder before.  He was surprised that she wasn’t doubled over in pain, and was easily caught by her right hook that landed squarely on his jaw.  He fell to a knee, grabbing his face.  The man with the knife lunged at her and poked her with his knife.  Christy’s uniform absorbed the blade and didn’t tear.  The material was holding up so far.  She slapped his arm making the knife pop out of his hand and fall to the ground.  As she dealt with him, the first large man that had completely missed her, came up from behind with a tire iron and knocked her in the back of the head.  A blow like that would have easily knocked a person out, even fractured their skull.  Christy was saved by her impervious skin, but that didn’t mean the blow didn’t hurt. 
“Oww!”  She yelled out as she turned to face him.  He dropped his makeshift weapon out of fear when he saw she was still standing there.  Liberty Lass continued to tussle with the men, each time they should have gotten her, she managed to get the upper hand, albeit awkwardly.  The two larger men double teamed Liberty.  One grabbed her arms and held her while the other pulled back to punch her face.  Just before his fist got to her face, she ducked down out of fear, her strength and speed did the rest.  As she dodged, she inadvertently pulled the other man down and he ended up on the receiving end of the punch, knocking him off her and down to ground.  Taking advantage of the surprise, Liberty swept her feet, knocking down the other large man on to his back.  She jumped up and as he tried to sit up, she punched him right in the jaw, knocking him out cold.  “Hells yeah!”  Liberty yelled as she took pride in knocking him out.  She stood over him, completely enthralled with her accomplishment.  She started placed her foot on his bloated stomach and continued her celebration.  “You’ve just been served up some justice, courtesy of Liberty Lass, evildoer!”

“Oh for fucks sake!”  The leader sighed as he saw Liberty Lass gloating.  He walked up behind the unsuspecting heroine and placed a handkerchief over her mouth and nose, pulling her close to him.  Liberty squirmed as she tried to shrug him off, but it was too late.  The chloroform on the rag was taking its toll already.  With each breath, she inhaled more and more of the chemical.  She felt her arms go limp and fall to her side.  As she faded in and out, she heard a man say “Put…other…for…Vice…”  Liberty was rudely awakened when she rolled down onto the metal floor of the trailer and landed with a loud echoing thud.  The back door opened and she finally got enough light in to notice that she was the only one in the trailer.  She tried to move, but she couldn’t.  Her arms were bound tightly behind her, her arms crossed over each other and the rope came around her waist, keeping her arms locked behind her.  If she pushed or pulled with either arm, it tightened around her waist and the other arm, making her unable to move.  To make matters worse, the restraints then wrapped down around her legs, keeping them together and making her unable to even fully extend her legs, let alone move them.  One of the large men came inside the trailer and walked towards her.  She tried to yell out, but all that came out was a muffled “mmmmpphh  mmmm!”  It was then she realized that the aching jaw was due to a ball gag in her mouth. 

The man reached the back of the trailer and smiled.  “Ohh you are in for it now, sweetheart.”  He reached down and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder.  She wiggled a little, but couldn’t get enough motion to get off his shoulder.  He carried her into a rather dark room.  All that was in the room was a silver metal chair.  He placed her in the chair and unfastened some of her restraints, just to reattach them to the chair.  Liberty could sit up, but was now locked into that chair.  So far this was not going as planned.  The man chuckled as he walked out of the room and shut the door, and with it, all the light in the room.  Liberty sat in the dark, continuing to struggle and test her restraints but to no avail.  Suddenly a light came on right above her and lit her up, and a good two feet in diameter all around her.

“Who are you, you silly little girl?”  A sultry woman’s voice asked from inside the darkness.

“Mmmph…mmm!”

“Oh really?  Well, I’m Vice.”  Liberty could hear heels clicking as the voice moved about the room staying in the complete darkness.  “Care to tell me why you attacked my boys?  They are my good little doggies and you interrupted the job I had them doing.  They didn’t even get to make their second stop because of you.  They will, of course, be punished after I deal with you.”

“Mmmmffff..  mmmm   mm   mmmmpphh!”

The woman chuckled in the dark.  “Now that I get a good look at you, you really are quite beautiful.”  Christy didn’t know how to take this.  This Vice woman was the bad guy, she was playing the part to perfection, but at the same time was rather alluring and seductive.  The mystery she kept, staying in the shadows, not staying still, just made her more alluring.  And now Vice thinks that Liberty is beautiful?  That was the first time anyone had ever said anything like that to her.  Christy decided it must be a mind game.” 

“Mmmm!  Mmmmpp  Mmmff!”

The heels clicked closer and closer until she felt a presence behind her.  Liberty tried to turn around to see this Vice woman, but couldn’t.  Liberty then felt something most unexpected.  She felt the woman’s hands rub her shoulders, almost like she was massaging her.  Vice then moved her hands down Liberty’s chest until her hands cupped Liberty’s breasts.  Vice placed her head on Liberty’s shoulder and whispered into Liberty’s ear.  “Very beautiful.”  Vice started massaging her captive’s breasts and nibbling on her neck, causing Liberty to become forcibly aroused as her nipples became erect.  Vice turned from pleasure to pain when she felt Liberty’s erect nipples through her blue outfit.  Vice pinched hard and pulled on Liberty’s nipples causing her to wince and let out a muffled scream into her gag.  As she did this, Vice said “A very beautiful, BAD GIRL!”  Releasing her grip of pain on Liberty, she walked around in front of her helpless captive and kneeled in front of her.  Finally getting a good glimpse of this Vice woman, Liberty was shocked as to what she saw.  The woman was gorgeous in her own right.  She was wearing black latex stiletto heeled boots.  The leg part of her boots came all the way to lightly kiss at her butt cheeks.  Looking upward, she noticed the woman was wearing what appeared to be either latex or leather thong panties.  Vice wore a latex top that clung to her body tight, almost like a second skin.  It had to be so tight to stay on, wrapped around her large breasts.  The top covered to just above her nipples.  The woman had three quarter length black latex gloves on as well.  Around her neck was a studded black leather collar with a silver ring on the front of it and a large letter V on the collar at the inset of the ring.  The woman’s face wasn’t hidden and why would she?  She had a face many women pay doctors to try to create.  And her long flowing, straight raven black hair came down to the middle of her back.  This Vice woman was a beautiful as she was evil.  Every inch of this woman oozed sexuality and control.  All the right places were covered, but plenty of her pale white skin was visible.  Liberty found herself attracted to this woman oddly enough.

As Vice kneeled in front of Liberty, her tone changed back from stern to soft.  “I’m sorry.  I don’t like hurting you.”  She started rubbing her gloved hands against Liberty’s exposed thighs.  “In fact, I want to pleasure you more than anything.  Such a beautiful girl as yourself.”  Liberty found herself becoming more and more aroused as her captor teased her fingers on her thighs.  Vice then leaned in and placed her face right in front of Liberty’s breast.  “Look here, you must like me.  Your nipples are still nice and erect.”  Vice began licking at Liberty’s nipples through her outfit.  Liberty felt herself seriously becoming aroused at this point; being at the mercy of this evil seductress.  She fought herself, her thoughts of lust and desire.  This was the bad guy!  The heroine doesn’t fall for the bad guy!  Vice glanced up as she licked away at Liberty’s chest.  She noticed that her captive was squeezing her eyes closed tight, but that her cheeks were flushed.  She was definitely arousing this would be heroine.  Vice smiled as she began to suck on Liberty’s breast.  She even heard Liberty moan through her gag.  Just after the moan, Vice pulled back and looked at Liberty.  She then slapped Liberty across the face so hard, it turned her head.  “You don’t make a noise unless I ask you a question!”  Liberty looked at Vice and glared at her.  Vice didn’t react kindly to being glared at.  She slapped Liberty hard a couple more times.  Enough that her face was turning red from the repeated smacks.  “You never ever look at your mistress like that!  You will love and respect your mistress!”  As she said this, Vice kicked Liberty’s chair back and it fell to the floor with a loud clang.  Vice placed her heeled boot down on Liberty’s stomach.  The weight of her body pushing down on the stiletto into her abs.  It wouldn’t puncture the outfit or her skin, but it hurt.  Hurt bad enough for Liberty to tear up a little from the pain.  Before Vice could continue, the door opened.  Vice turned and yelled at the door.  “Never interrupt your mistress!”

The man flinched when she yelled at him.  He outstretched his hand, holding a phone.  He wouldn’t look at Vice, just stood there quivering like a scared dog.  Liberty was most thankful for the interruption as it got Vice’s heel off her stomach.  She watched Vice walk over to the door, her ass hanging freely out the back of her outfit.  She snatched the phone out of the man’s hand.  “WHAT?!”  Liberty couldn’t see her face, but noticed a sudden change in her body language.  She went from tall and proud to almost looking scared.  “No mistress.  I’m sorry mistress.  I would never yell at you mistress!”  Vice almost sounded like she started crying.  “Noooo..mistress…please!  Forgive me!  I’m a bad girl, please punish me, mistress.  I want you to love me, mistress!  Of course mistress.  I will.  Yes mistress.  I love you.  Mistress, do you love me?  Please say you love me…please!”  Vice started crying her eyes out.  “Mistress!  Please!”  Finally she heard the crying die off.  “Thank you mistress, I love you too!”  Vice then began kissing the phone until she hung up.  Apparently whoever Vice was, she was not the leader of this organization.  She composed herself.  Once she stood back up straight, she slapped the man across the face for good measure.  “Get rid of the ‘would be heroine’, she’s learned not to mess with us.  Mistress wants me to come home tonight.  Just dump her somewhere, now!”

The man quickly ran in and didn’t even try to untie Liberty.  He just drug her out of the room, chair and all.  Liberty rode along the ground trying to see any clue as to where she was.  She couldn’t let these villains get away with this.  The man cut her loose from the chair and tossed her into a van.  She glared at him as he slid the side door of the van shut.  She tried to count the seconds and the turns the van made, but lost track.  Soon the van came to a screeching halt.  The driver got out and came around and opened the side door, grabbing the knot between Liberty’s feet.  Pulling her out of the van and onto the dirty pavement, he leaned over and cut a few of the knots.  Enough for her to regain some movement, but not enough for her to grab at him.  The goon ran back into the van and took off like a bolt into the night.  Liberty kept working at it, pushing and pulling at her loosening restraints.  Finally she wrestled free and got her arms free.  She immediately pulled the gag out of her mouth and moved her jaw up and down, rubbing her face as she did so.  She then got her legs free and pulled herself off the ground.  Christy made a slow, sulking walk back towards school.  Luckily she had been dropped off not too far from the campus.  As she made her way back, Christy ran everything through her head that had happened.  At first she was upset and saddened that she didn’t beat the bad guys, or free the girls.  She had just gotten caught and tortured…was that torture?  She felt herself tingle as she thought of how it felt for Vice’s fingers to rub her thighs.  The way her tongue felt on her nipples.  But then she also remembered how that heel felt against her stomach.  Christy was confused, and torn.  Making her way up the fire escape ladder, she was back on the roof of her dorm.  She went inside as the sun was starting to rise.  Quickly making her way to her room without being seen, Christy pulled off her mask as she plopped down on her bed.  The last thought she had before she passed out was. “I have to do something about this!”

Saturday, August 6, 2011