Endgame

6:22 pm

What Trixie doesn't realize is that you were trained in escape artistry using string macrame. Now that she's fully distracted you get busy. The **** and the tickling make it harder, but by no means impossible. A wiggle here, a twist there, shifting the knots by tugging, and in some cases weakening the string by getting it wet, have you unbound in just a few minutes. You spit out the gag.

Trixie looks up when the rubber cylinder hits the floor, but that's several seconds too late; your power is ready for her. "Harder!"

She does, and lets out a little "oooh" of delight when her pussy recieves a dabble of cum.

You assume Trixie had the straps on this set of bars in case she wanted two captive heroines; instead you pull her down and fasten her hands and feet the same way Wink's are.

"Hey-yy!"

Two of your fingers slip in and finish Trixie off; she moans and sprays onto Wink.

You release Wink's hands, then play with Trixie's tits while your sidekick frees herself from the rest of her bondage. Trixie is screaming and cursing in outrage and glee. When Wink has had a bit of rest you fetch some of the feather fronds from your trap.

"Keep Trixie busy while I get help, okay?"

"My pleasure!" She starts tickling Trixie with the fronds.

The hideout turns out to be a small independent gym, consisting of the main room, a couple of change rooms with showers and toilets, an equipment room, and an office. Trixie has a few personal thing stored in the office, along with what you were looking for: your costume!

You pull on your gloves, boots, mask, and amulet. Given how much body contact you've had with Trixie you shouldn't feel squidgy about sharing the costume with her, but you'd still rather wash it first. After that you call the police and ask for Officer Muncie.

"Officer Muncie here."

"Hi Heather, this is a friendly Nudge: the real one. Can you come to 696 Maiden Lane with a paddy wagon? A girl named Trixie needs to be taken into custody."

"You know when we get there we have to arrest you too."

"I won't be here."

"All right; we'll be there in fifteen minutes."

"So, 6:47. See you then -- not!"

You head back out to the gym proper. Wink is teasing Trixie's cunt by sliding feather fronds over it while Trixie plaintively begs her to stop.

"Come on, Wink. We have to get this bad girl ready for the police."

"Can't we just leave her like this?"

"No, this makes her look like a victim" You give a wicked grin. "We're going to burn her at the stake."

I takes most of your fifteen minutes manhandling Trixie over to the wooden post and tied to it so she can't easily escape. When you turn the air blower to maximum the red and orange feather fronds jump up around her legs and up as far as her crotch.

"Hey! That... eiah... ooh... That tickles!"

You hear police sirens approaching.

"That's our cue to go. Bye, Trixie!"

"Let me go!"

You and Blossom sneak out the back, then you pick her up and fly back to the motel.

7:18 pm

Blossom's voice drifts up from your crotch.

"You know, I've been thinking."

You kiss her warm, dripping clit. "And?"

"I'm not sure this super-business is for me. The villains seem to play rough."

You give her a quick nip. "The heroes do too."

"Ow! You're right; I think I'll stick to helping people dress."

"And we never got you into a Wink costume."

"You sure got me out of it fast enough!"

"True, true." You giggle and sit up, then slide one leg under her until your pubes and hers meet. "Well, if you're going to be a costumer, you'll have to practice with the scissors." You start opening and closing your legs.