THE TWO JEWELS

By J.B. Hickock 'Pornwriter'


Jasmine Jewel, Lady Chloroform, steps into her lab, her dark green eyes thoughtful behind her glasses. In contrast to her normal outfit of some type of lab coat and skirt combo, tonight she wears a Wonder Woman costume, tight bustier, tall boots, dark blue hair pulled into a pony tail, her firm breasts almost popping out of her top as she leans over a table. She is going tonight to a special gathering, invitation-only, to see a great breakthrough, only for people like her of high intelligence and. . . special tastes.

But as she leans over her desk, Jasmine's narrow heart-shaped face twists into a snarl: someone has been in her lab!

No sooner has she  made the realization, then firm hands grab Jasmine from behind, an arm loops around her body, slapping a sweet-smelling cloth over her mouth and nose.

"Mhmmph!" Jasmine cries out, her eyes flying open with shock. She struggles to escape, lunging back with her arms, kicking desperately with her legs, but too late; her attacker has a firm grip on her; Jasmine's heels scrape on the floor as she is dragged backward, frustrating her attempts to get them under her. Her lungs burning, Jasmine takes a breath, and her lab wobbles before her eyes. she can feel her arms and legs growing weaker as the powerful drug takes effect.

She grabs at the wrist of the hand hand holding the cloth to her face and wrenches at it with all her might, but her weakened fingers slip from their grip. "Uh-uh!" a girlish voice whispers in her ear. "Just take a deep breath like a good girl!"

Jasmine's eyes widen with shock as she recognizes the voice. . . hers! She gasps in surprise, taking in another breath of the drug, and her eyes go dark around the edges. Her head droops as her neck goes limp. Desperate, Jasmine braces her feet, and shoves herself backward, but her attacker steps backward a bit, then braces herself, holding Jasmine helpless in her grip. "There you go. . ." she whispers, her hot breath stirring on Jasmine's cheek. "That's right. . ." she says, her voice going quiet in jasmine's ear as her vision goes dark. "Sleep. . . Sleep. . ."

#

Jasmine wakes with a start. "Mmmph?!" she cries out, her cry muffled to a moan by the big ballgag strapped in her mouth.

"Oh, you're awake!" a voice identical to her own says, and a pair of tall black boots step into Jasmine's view. Jasmine hangs upside down just above the floor, and as she looks up(or down, from her perspective) she can feel numberless bands of rope wound tightly around her body. Jasmine cranes her neck, raising her eyes over the trailing edge of a black cloak, to a black latex-covered crotch, over a tight hourglass figure -her own- up to a smiling, gloating face. Her own. "Hello, Jasmine," her doppleganger in a Raven costume says. "You can call me. . . Beryl." She laughs at the look on Jasmine's face.

"What an amazing coincidence, two of us, who look sooo much alike- we might be long-lost twins!" She leans close to Jasmine, looking her in her furious eyes with a grin. "Well, 'sister,' I think you should stay home from this party. But!" she adds with a wider grin. "I'm not going to leave you alone!"  With a flourish, she whips out a large vibrator.

"Nhmm!" Jasmine whimpers, shaking her head.

"Oh, you don't wanna cum while I'm out? Sure, anything for my sister!" Beryl says with an evil glint in her eye as she dials the vibrator down, then she reaches up and slides it into Jasmine's costume.

"Mhmm!" Jasmine moans, squirming her bound body as the vibrator slides into her. She gasps,  her naked breasts heaving, released from her upside-down costume by their own weight. Her nipples harden as the soft buzzing mounts inside her, her breasts bobbing as she jerks and sways from side to side. "Mhmm?" she whimpers, staring pleadingly up at her 'sister.'

Beryl laughs in her face, turning away. "Don't cause trouble while I'm gone, sister!" she calls over her shoulder.

"Mhmmmm!" Jasmine screams as the door slams shut, locking her away.

#

Jasmine writhes in her bonds, her helpless body squirming, her hips pumping as she tries to grind herself on the vibrator inside her. at first it was an outrage, she hated it. Then she started to like it, then she liked it more, then it took her close to the edge of a climax, and then it left her there.

She hangs there, desperately trying to push herself over, her naked skin flushed and pink, the air redolent with her arousal, powerful mad scientist reduced to a helpless slut, desperate to cum, by coils of rope and a merciless little machine.

The door slams open.

"Mwahh!" Jasmine cries out pleadingly.

"Aww, did you miss me?" Beryl asks mockingly. still in her Raven costume, she carries a small package in her hand. "Well, look what I got!" she says in a mocking sing-song tone, holding it before Jasmine's eyes.

"Mhmm!" Jasmine cries out angrily. She jumps and squirms in her bonds, biting down on her gag, glaring up at Beryl who only laughs at her.

"The best part?" she says, leaning down to look Jasmine in the eye. "Everyone will blame you for the theft! I mean, what could you tell them?" Beryl asks rhetorically. "'My identical twin did it?' Come on! Who'd believe that?"

"I would, actually."

Beryl's eyes widen in fright, then powerful arms wrapped in dark gloves reach around her, clapping a cloth over her mouth, and jerking her back.

"Mhmmph!" Beryl cries out, sounding just like Jasmine did when she did the same to her.

Jasmine watches, fascinated as Beryl squirms in her attacker's hands, kicking out with her feet, tugging at the powerful arms that hold her, her breasts working as she struggles to not breathe in the drug fumes. Jasmine can see the desperation in Beryl's eyes, can see them water as her lungs burn, starved of oxygen. She takes a breath, and her slim body trembles in her captor's arms. Beryl's cries grow weaker, her flailing slows, her eyes close, snapping open again as she fights to stay awake. But finally, Beryl goes limp in her captor's arms, and is laid down on the floor.

Jasmine gets her first look at her rescuer, and gasps through her gag.

She is tall, taller than Jasmine or Beryl, and she wears black knee-high boots that gleam redly, and gloves likewise that stretch halfway up her arms. She is naked other than those, her skin glowing in reds and yellows, like a hungry fire. Her curly fire-like hair hangs down almost to her waist, and a black eye patch covers her right eye.

She ignores Jasmine, leaning over Beryl's prone body. She grabs up some coils of rope, identical to those binding Jasmine, and sets to work on Beryl, wrapping rope around her wrists and elbows, stretching her costume as her breasts are pressed out by the tight elbow tie. More rope goes around her chest, squeezing her breasts, pressing them out even further. A veritable web of rope goes around her body, sinking into her soft flesh, and between her legs to anchor her bonds tightly. The fire-woman binds Beryl's legs next, above and below the knees, and her ankles, then turns, rising to her feet to meet Jasmine's eyes. "I am Pyra," she says. "The Flame."

Jasmine shakes her head, mumbling into her gag.

Pyra nods. "You've never heard of me. I'm new around here. But soon everyone will know my name, and you two are just the start of it!"

"Twmph?" Jasmine moans.

"Yes. You didn't think I was rescuing you, did you?" Pyra says. "You are both wanted for a host of crimes." Pyra puts her hands on her hip and shakes her head regretfully. "Two sisters, and both involved in so many of the same criminal activities. . ."

Jasmine squeaks as Pyra approaches her, the drugged cloth in hand. Jasmine  squirms desperately as the superhero reaches her, grabbing her with one gloved hand (even through the glove, Jasmine can feel the heat), and slapping the chrloroform-soaked cloth over her mouth and nose. "Mhmmph!" Jasmine moans, but a shiver runs through her bound body, sending her swaying slowly over the edge. She utters a muffled cry, her eyes rolling back in her head, her trim body flailing as the drug races through her system. Jasmine's limp body shudders as the still-buzzing vibrator works at her, and she utters a shrill scream as she cums, bucking and squirming as pleasure and drug rock her body, then all goes dark, her last sensation the smell of chloroform and the feel of ecstasy.