Indulging themselves

You watch impatiently as the Contortionist paces on the monitor's display. It took three weeks of collating security footage, mobile data and miniscule clues to track down the now-infamous jewel thief, and to have to sit here and wait is almost more than you can stand. Emma had obviously been your main asset, her enhanced IQ allowing her to make progress at ten times the rate of your average hacker. You had used the time to consolidate your resources and abilities: firstly, securing Esmée's colossal wealth and assets without raising suspicion. (Your billionaire **** had been thoroughly reprogrammed into a vapid, nymphomaniacal personal slut; she and Lauren made quite the pair.) Secondly, you had used your self-hypnosis to rewire your brain, allowing you to learn new skills in a fraction of the time. You proceeded to do so, and quickly became an expert in mixed-martial arts combat. You even deigned to learn to code and hack, and could almost match Emma in your contribution to tracking down the Contortionist. Thirdly, whilst all this was going on, you enjoyed fucking and directing your slaves in whatever way you pleased. Even now, as you sit in the bank's security room watching the two eighteen-year-olds trapped in a vault, Amy is kneeling in front of you; one of her hands is occupied {if Futa==true}massaging your engorged clitoris{else}jerking you off{endif}, whilst the other rubs circles between her juice-sodden legs.

Sara Rodriguez keeps pacing, struggling to contain her rage behind a blank model-esque expression, as she tries to think of a way out of her predicament, but comes up blank every time. Not even air can escape this room, so her body's elastic properties are of no help. She glances frustratedly at Black Swan, who merely sits on a crate in the centre of the room, watching her cellmate's fruitless laps. She's taken off her mask, revealing a jaw-droppingly beautiful face, appealing in an archetypal girl-next-door way. Sara's mind drifted, and she found herself imagining what it would be like to run her fingers through the other girl's silky black hair, to kiss with such passion their tits mash against one another, to run her hand over her supple thighs...{if@ Images!=false}

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The Contortionist snapped herself out of it. What was she thinking? Sure, she had always found girls kind of hot, but she had never been quite so graphic in her imaginings. She has no idea that a special cocktail of {if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif} Abbott's pheromones saturates the air, one which increases her horniness and libido for any mate, not just {if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif}, and already the psychological changes are beginning.

"There's no point wearing yourself out," says Black Swan demurely, pressing a fist-sized ruby to her cheek.

"What else is there to do?" Sara bites back hotly.

The other teenager shrugs. "How would you - I mean, how do you want to spend your last hours on Earth?"

The Latina looks away, cheeks colouring as she feels her nipples harden. "I don't know. I guess I'd... I'd want to have the best time of my life."

"Me too," admits Swan shyly.

Sara stares at her for a second, absorbed in the suddenly intense need she feels in her pussy. Then she manages to break her gaze, awkwardly resuming her pacing. "There's got to be a way out of this!"

"You know there isn't," comes the frank response. "And I... I don't want to go out sitting on a crate."

Sara turns to find Swan has slipped her costume off her shoulders, letting it fall to expose her perky, creamy breasts. Sara stares at them, enraptured, as she feels her thong slowly soaking through. "Fuck it," she breathes, and crosses the distance to the other girl to kiss her passionately, kneading her pink boobs with a genuine lust she never thought she would have for another woman. Swan responds in kind, rubbing Sara's already-sensitive clit through the polymer suit, kissing back with a perfect balance of confidence and uncertainty that drives the supervillain wild. They strip each other in seconds, and their four bare breasts smash together in fulfilment of Sara's fantasy, but more arousing than she could ever have imagined. Her tan legs snake around Swan's pale ones, her ultra-flexible body doing what comes naturally as her sex drive ramps up to eleven at the ministrations of her gorgeous partner. Her tongue stretches deep into Swan's small mouth, diving briefly down her throat before withdrawing.

Sara meets the girl's bright blue eyes, and a wordless agreement is made. The Contortionist untangles herself from her partner, only to find herself levitating in the air. Her sex-consumed mind is not the slightest bit concerned by this, and as Swan floats in to 69 her, Sara eagerly extends her tongue to start lashing at Swan's swollen pink clitoris. The two girls service each other with ever-increasing passion, driven wild by the unseen pheromones permeating the air, each orgasming multiple times with uninhibited moans of pleasure.