3 comments/ 38412 views/ 44 favorites Diving in the Deep End By: TE999 The Molecule Maidens: Episode One – The Origin of the Maidens "Hi there, you look hot." Bridget McWilliams looked down from her perch on the lifeguard stand to see a pretty girl grinning up at her. "Uh ... Hi ... what did you say?" "I said you look hot. Would you like a cold drink?" "Sure, thanks." "You want soda, water, what?" "Water's fine." "BRB." Bridget watched the girl strut away, her ass wiggling provocatively under a scrap of orange cloth that comprised one fourth of her bikini bathing suit. Her hair, black and shiny, hung down to her waist and swayed with her confident strides. Bridget felt herself getting warm and not from the noonday sun. Bridget's swim coach, Ms. Riley, had found this summer job for her as a lifeguard at the Spinnaker Yacht and Country Club swimming pool. Safety regulations required the Olympic sized pool have a lifeguard and Bridget was allowed to practice in it after it was closed for cleaning. She wanted to stay in shape for when she attended State U. in the fall on an Athletic scholarship. "Here you go, catch!" Bridget grabbed the thrown plastic bottle and was surprised when the girl scampered up the ladder and squeezed onto the seat with her. The warmth of her nearly naked body and the scent of sweat and sun tan oil was making Bridget's pulse race and her pussy wet. "What's your name? I've never seen you here before." "Uh ... Bridget ...should you be up here? I mean ..." "Ah, don't worry about it. My dad and some other guys own this place. My names Cyndi, if anybody gives you static, tell 'em you know me. What'cha doin' for lunch?" "I ... um ... usually grab a hot dog or somethin' at the concession stand." "That's bullshit. Come over to the house, I'll get you some real food. Meet me at the gate after you shower off. I gotta go, bye." Cyndi was down the ladder and strolling away before Bridget regained her composure. The girl was definitely coming on to her and it was both overwhelming and exciting. Bridget was no stranger to sex with other women after being seduced by her swim coach after evening practice and eaten to a series of powerful orgasms behind the locked door of Maddie's office. Maddie had taught her how to reciprocate in giving pleasure and they had sex as often as possible until Bridget had graduated and Maddie went with her husband to the mountains for the summer. Bridget sipped her water and idly wondered how Maddie was doing and if she missed her. *** The hot shower felt good as Bridget washed her short, curly hair, bleached almost white by the summer sun. She needed to hurry in order to meet Cyndi for lunch. She moved to turn off the water when bare arms encircled her waist and a slick, warm body pressed against her back. "Mmmmm, I couldn't wait," Cyndi purred into Bridget's ear. Her hands moving upwards to cup the woman's smaller firm breasts purring "Ummm, I love these, they fit so perfectly in my hands. You turned me on the minute I saw you." Bridget moaned as Cyndi's thumbs began flicking her stiff nipples "Ahhhh, that feels so good, baby. Do it more." Cyndi stepped back pulling Bridget with her until her shoulders were against the shower wall and dropped her right hand to Bridget's pubic mound. Bridget spread her legs and moaned more loudly as two of Cyndi's fingers entered her dripping pussy, found the spongy G-Spot and rubbed it hard. "Nnngghh, yes, fuck me, make me cum," Bridget gasped; humping the probing fingers as Cyndi's other hand squeezed her breast and pinched the throbbing nipple. Cyndi's breath was hot on Bridget's neck as they writhed together and Cyndi rubbed her hot cunt against Bridget's ass cheek. Bridget was going to pieces under Cyndi's touch. Gawd, she was good and seemed to know just what turned Bridget on. "Cum for me, baby," Cyndi growled in Bridget's ear, "Cum for your Cyndi." That did it. Bridget howled in ecstasy as her orgasm shook her so hard she saw stars. Cyndi hugged her tightly and fingered her into another mind blowing orgasm that left Bridget panting and shivering in her new lovers arms. "Did you like that, baby?" Cyndi said, turning Bridget around and kissing her. Bridget nodded, too overwhelmed to speak. Maddie had never made her cum as explosively as Cyndi and, as she gazed into the girls beautiful brown eyes, she wanted with all her heart to return the favor. Kissing her new lover with renewed passion, she pressed her against the wall growling deep in her throat in a frenzy of lust. Cyndi gasped in surprise as Bridget pinned her to the wall and forced her legs apart with her knee. Bridget's mouth fastened on Cyndi's neck where it met her shoulder and began sucking and nibbling as she trust three fingers into her lovers cunt and began frigging her wildly. It was if Bridget knew exactly what Cyndi wanted; to be fucked and bitten and abused until she exploded into a series of spine wrenching orgasms. "Ahhh, baybyyy, fuck me, fuck me," Cyndi moaned as Bridget's toned swimmers body twisted against her, her lover's hard nipples and firm breasts grinding into her own pillows of flesh. They began passionately kissing, sucking on lips, fucking the other's mouth with their tongue as Bridget's hand disappeared into Cyndi's hot cunt up to the wrist, fist fucking her as hard as she could. Cyndi was in heaven as she humped her lover's hand, driving it even deeper within her. She could feel a huge orgasm building, building, from deep inside as she was being royally fucked and then it was on her, shaking her body, turning her knees to jelly and she shrieked in release as Bridget continued fucking her until a second orgasm struck. She sunk to the floor, pulling her lover down with her. Bridget withdrew her hand from Cyndi's sopping pussy and they licked it clean. "Oooh, excuse me." Still tangled together, they looked up to see a wide-eyed woman looking at them, and then quickly walking away in search of another shower stall. Bridget and Cyndi looked at each other then began to giggle imagining what the woman must have thought seeing them wrapped around each other on the floor. Cyndi turned the shower on and they washed the sweat and cum from each other with gropes and more giggling. Drying each other off with bath house towels and quickly dressing, Cyndi said "Let's go over to my house for lunch, okay?" "Sure, I'd like that, just as long as I'm back for my mid-afternoon shift." "No problem." When they reached Cyndi's car in the parking lot, Bridget gave a low whistle when she saw the sleek, low slung convertible. It was painted a deep green with shiny wire spoke wheels and sported a light brown leather interior with bucket seats. "What kind of car is this?" she asked as Cyndi helped her in, grabbing her ass as she did. "It's one of Daddy's cars. He collects them. It's a 1963 Jaguar XK-5. Hang on, 'cause it goes like stink and I like driving fast." Bridget had just buckled her seat belt and grabbed the bar set into the instrument panel when Cyndi started the engine with a roar and they tore out of the parking lot and down the road. Bridget could hardly catch her breath as Cyndi drove at breakneck speed along the winding road leading to her home. She handled the speeding car expertly, swooping around every curve, working the shifter, clutch and accelerator as if she was participating in a road rally. They rounded a curve, and then darted through stone columned gates down a long driveway lined with oak trees. Soon, a sprawling hip roofed, ranch style house painted white, with green shutters at the windows came into view. They came to a screeching halt before an elevated front porch with square white columns and intricate wrought iron railings. Flowers of all shapes and colors were planted everywhere in stone bordered beds and the surrounding lawn was a deep emerald green. "Wow, this is beautiful, Cyndi," Bridget said in awe as they climbed out of the car. "Thanks, babe, c'mon in and I'll show you around." Cyndi held Bridget's hand as they toured the tastefully finished house, Bridget keeping up a running commentary about each room until they entered Cyndi's bedroom where she led Bridget to a large four poster bed and they climbed onto the firm mattress. "I thought we were having lunch," Bridget said, playfully. "We are," Cyndi replied, "But first I want to see if you taste as good as you look." Removing their clothing, they rolled about on the bed, kissing and caressing until Cyndi pinned Bridget on her back and began licking and sucking her firm breasts and stiff nipples. "Mmmm, yeah, suck 'em, baby," Bridget moaned as Cyndi lavished attention on the firm mounds, then worked her way down Bridget's firm abdomen, swirled her tongue in the belly button, then down over the barely furred mons to the moist crevice below. Bridget whimpered in delight as Cyndi gave it several long, lingering licks before settling in to bring her lover to orgasm. Cyndi's lips, tongue and fingers were driving Bridget wild as they danced in her soaked pussy. The sensations were making her head spin and she attempted to pull away, but was trapped against the headboard as she shuddered and moaned in ecstasy feeling her orgasm growing within her until she exploded with a piercing shriek of release. Cyndi was relentless, eating and fingering her to a second breathtaking orgasm that left her limp and gasping on the crumpled sheets. "Ohhh, that was wonderful, you're wonderful," Bridget sighed as Cyndi snuggled next to her, grinning and caressing her lover's breast. "Now I want to please you." "I have just the thing," Cyndi replied. Getting up, she went to a nearby bureau, took a dildo, harness and a bottle of lube from a drawer and bore them triumphantly back to the bed. "Ever used one of these?" "No, but I'll sure try. This certainly is a big one," Bridget said, coating the jutting, anatomically correct phallus, "Doesn't this hurt when it's inside you?" "A little at first, but it's a good hurt and then it feels wonderful. Here, let's get this on you, I want you to fuck me." Bridget gasped as the stubby phallus mounted inside the harness slid into her pussy and the ridged pad above it rubbed her already swollen clit. Cyndi buckled the straps, drew them tightly, then leaned back to admire her handiwork. "Gawd, you look sexy with a dick," she murmured, then arranged herself on the bed where she knelt with her ass in the air and her head and shoulders on a pillow. "Stick it in, baby. Fuck me with your big, thick cock." Shivering with excitement, Bridget knelt behind her, the false cock waving lazily before her. Cyndi's wet pussy was irresistible, so she licked and sucked it for several minutes to the accompaniment of her lover's sighs and moans. Then she placed the head between Cyndi's labial lips and pushed sending the silicone shaft deep inside. "Ahhh, Gawd, that's so fucking good," Cyndi cried, "Give it to me hard, baby. I want it all." Bridget did as Cyndi asked, driving the phallus in until the harness slapped her lover's ass, withdrawing it until only the head was still in, then thrusting forward; slowly at first, then faster and faster as the pad and phallus in her harness stimulated her as well. She had never felt anything like this before; it was as if they were fucking each other and the sensations were mind blowing. Grunting and moaning, Bridget gripped Cyndi's hips thrusting as hard as she could, filling the room with the sounds of leather slapping skin and the 'squish, squish, squish' of a pussy being royally fucked. Cyndi's cries of joy were almost continual, punctuated by her begging to be fucked harder, faster, deeper until ... "Ahhh, I'm cumminggg ... Yeeeeee!" she exploded in orgasm. Bridget was with her, right with her, howling as her own orgasm hit, shaking her body as she continued to fuck Cyndi until they both got off again and slumped to the tangled sheets, sweaty and panting. "Ohhhh, that was intense," Bridget sighed, withdrawing the dildo from Cyndi's pussy with an audible 'slurp' that set them into a fit of giggling. Cyndi helped Bridget remove the harness with another 'slurp' as the shorter phallus slid out of her well fucked pussy causing more giggles. "Now we'll have some lunch," Cyndi announced, "Let's wash off in the pool first." "Oh shit! The pool! I need to get back for my afternoon shift," Bridget cried, "Mr. Dowd's gonna be so pissed at me." "Don't worry about it; I'll take care of it. Jimmy won't mind, I'll see to that." "You're sure? I don't want to lose my job." "You won't, trust me. Jimmy owes me big time. He came over here one afternoon all upset about something at the club and wanted to see Daddy about it. He looked hot so I threw him a fuck and he went away happy." "You fucked old Mr. Dowd? Ew!" "Hey, old guys know what they're doing. He sure made me cum a few times." "I guess you're right. Most guys I know just want to jump your bones and get their rocks off. That's why I prefer girls. They always make me cum." "I like girls, too, but every once in a while I want some deep dickin' to get me right. Let's go swimmin'." *** After much splashing, dunking and groping punctuated by squeals and laughter, the girls lay back on loungers by the pool to dry off in the noonday sun, then Cyndi shouted "Molly, we'll have lunch now." "Be right there," a voice replied, sounding like someone's kindly old grandmother. A moment later a figure emerged from the house and approached carrying a tray laden with sandwiches and drinks. Bridget looked for something to cover herself, but Cyndi seemed unconcerned, so she relaxed. She was getting used to this casual nudity, besides Cyndi was mouthwatering to look at with her jutting breasts and round, firm buttocks. When the figure drew nearer, it was indeed an elderly woman with rosy cheeks, a wrinkled face, plump figure and iron gray hair pulled back in a bun. She wore a gingham dress and a flower speckled white apron, carrying the heavily laden tray with surprising ease for someone her age. Then Bridget realized the woman wasn't walking, but floating just above the surface of the deck. How was she doing that? 'Grandma' stopped in front of them and said, "Lunch is served ladies." With that the tray sprouted legs and became a table which she placed between them and began pouring drinks. Bridget was so amazed by the woman floating she absentmindedly took a drink and a sandwich from the tray and said "Thank you" to 'Grandma'. "You're quite welcome, young lady," was the reply, then "Will there be anything else Ms. Van Dyne?" "Not right now," Cyndi replied, "Thanks, Molly." 'Grandma' smiled and glided back into the house. "How does she do that?" Bridget said. "Do what, serve us lunch?" "No, you goon, float like that, that's weird." "I know what you meant; I was just goofin' on ya. It's MAGLEV, the whole house is wired for it." "MAGLEV?" "Magnetic Levitation, reversing polarities by ... anyway, that's how she does it." "Is she a robot?" "Yep, the whole staff is. They roll on treads when they're outside the MAGLEV web. Daddy designed 'em. He calls 'em Simulacra since they're made up to look human; it freaks people out less when they see one." "Did she call you Ms. Van Dyne?" "That's my name." "Is your dad Cornelius Van Dyne, the inventor?" "The same." "Holy crap! You're his daughter? He's beyond famous! He's a genius. I can't believe this." "Believe it. Daddy's pretty smart all right. Mom is too. Her name is Cynthia. She's off somewhere doing something with Nuclear Fusion I think. She and Daddy keep in touch by VidPhone. He invented that too." "Cyndi," said a voice out of nowhere, "Are you busy right now?" "I'm having lunch with my lover, Daddy." "Okay, when you have a minute, come down to the lab, I want to show you something." "We'll be there in a few, Daddy." "I'm your lover now?" Bridget said, raising an eyebrow. "Sure, you okay with that?" "Of course." "Let's go see what Daddy's cooking up now," Cyndi said getting up and offering Bridget her hand which Bridget took and was pulled into an embrace with much kissing and fondling. "Ummm ... don't you think we should see what your Dad's doing," Bridget panted as they rubbed their pussies together. "I suppose," Cyndi sighed, "I can't keep my hands off you, baby." *** When they stepped out of the elevator, Bridget was amazed to see a vast complex deep underground crammed with machinery, blinking lights, humming electrical devices and the tang of ozone in the air. "Wow! This is amazing. How far are we underground?" "About 46 meters, 150 feet, Daddy likes his privacy. This whole lab's encased in a 20 meter Titanium steel shell too. Daddy messes around with some powerful stuff down here and he wants to protect the area should something go wrong." "Shouldn't we put something on, I mean, we're bare-assed." "Nah, Mom and I walk around naked all the time; it's more comfortable, besides, Daddy doesn't pay any attention. He's always thinking about something." "There you are Princess," Said a tall, gaunt man with a shock of iron gray hair and a face like an axe blade striding toward them. He was dressed in a colorfully stained lab coat, equally stained t-shirt and jeans, wearing sandals and no socks. He swept Cyndi up in his long arms, giving her a hug, set her down and then turned to Bridget offering his hand and saying "Welcome to our home, young lady, Cornelius Van Dyne at your service." "Bridget ... Bridget McWilliams," she stammered, overwhelmed by the man's presence. "It's a pleasure, Mr. Van Dyne." "Please, call me CV, everyone does. Now let me show you two what I've developed." He turned and strode off, the girls following. Bridget noticed the floor felt warm and soft under her bare feet, almost like human skin. "I think this device will revolutionize the field of Molecular Modeling," CV said, placing his hand on an apparatus looking like a cross between a movie camera and a howitzer set in a swivel mount on a rhomboidal cabinet peppered with digital readouts, pushbuttons and a keyboard. He continued to explain the device as the girls listened politely, then looked at each other and shrugged, not understanding a single thing he was talking about. "Now, if you young ladies will just stand over there," CV said, gesturing towards a dais backed by a panel of chromium steel, "I'll show you a model of your molecular structure etched in three dimensions on that steel plate." Cyndi and Bridget took their places standing in front of the plate and waited while CV manipulated the controls, then said "Here we go," and pressed a button. A cone of purple light sprang from the machine enveloping the girls in a pulsing radiance. "Hee, it tickles," Bridget said. Without warning there was a tooth jarring hum, a loud crackle, a piercing whine and the cone began chasing through the colors of the spectrum into the infrared faster and faster as the girls screamed in fear and pain unable to move. CV attempted to turn the apparatus off, but a bolt of static electricity knocked him to the floor, unconscious. A moment later the machines wail went ultrasonic, a circuit breaker tripped from overload and it stopped abruptly, smoke and fumes emitting from various cooling vents. The girls collapsed in a heap and were still. Various robots suddenly appeared from everywhere in the complex to render assistance, their chromium skins glittering in the lights. Acting swiftly, they bore the humans to the Infirmary, where their vital signs were checked and their bodies examined by other robots and found to be uninjured and merely unconscious. They were laid upon beds and allowed to awaken on their own. Bridget was first. When her eyes fluttered open, she screamed at the sight of a featureless silver ovoid with a red cross on it's 'forehead' hovering over her. "Are you alright?" it said, "I am DocBot Marcus, at your service." Diving in the Deep End "Um ... ah ... yah, I'm okay, I think," Bridget stammered, sitting up, "What happened; where are Cyndi and CV?" "An equipment malfunction," was the reply, "Mr. and Ms. Van Dyne are uninjured and still unconscious. Would you like something to drink?" "Water, please," Bridget said, lying back down. She felt so odd; her body was tingling and she felt lightheaded. What had happened to her? Something must have gone wrong with CV's ray gun or whatever that thing was. When another equally featureless robot brought her a bottle of water, she sat up to drink it and then she saw Cyndi and her father lying on beds nearby. Still dizzy and weak, she attempted to get up and go to them. A robot was by her side immediately to help her stand and walk to where Cyndi lay. "Cyndi, baby, please wake up, talk to me, I'm scared." "Ugggh, what was in that drink?" her lover replied, trying to sit up, "What the hell happened anyway?" "Your Dad's machine went nuts and knocked us out. My body's all tingly and I feel weird." "Yeah, me too, where's Daddy, is he okay?" "Professor Van Dyne's vital signs are stable and he is uninjured," the DocBot said in the reassuring voice of a long dead movie actor. "Even now, he awakens." The girls went to him as he attempted to stand on wobbly legs muttering "It must have been an imperfection in one of the plasma coils, I must examine them." A DocBot steadied him and said "It would be wise to rest for a moment until you regain your strength, professor. Would you care for something to drink?" "Ah, yes, water please," he shook his head as if to clear it, then said "Girls, are you uninjured? Are you feeling alright?" "We're okay, Daddy," Cyndi answered, "I feel a little tingly and Bridget does too, but that's all." "I'm terribly sorry about all this," CV said to Bridget, "Cyndi often helps me with my experiments, but this sort of thing has never happened before." "Both young ladies do have unusually high levels of metabolic activity," the DocBot interjected, "However their vital signs are stable and there is no detectable damage to their organs or nerves." "Would it be possible for you to stay with us for a few days, Bridget?" CV continued, "I would like to keep you under observation in case there are any after affects." "I'm sure it'll be okay with my folks," Bridget replied, "I'll call 'em and let 'em know where I am. I need to go upstairs, though, my phone's in my shorts." "We'll be back in a bit," Cyndi said, taking Bridget's hand and leading her to the elevator. *** "When was the last time you young ladies had something to eat?" the ChefBot remarked as it carved more slices from a beef roast, "You've eaten five sandwiches apiece and you want another?" "Sure do," Cyndi replied as Bridget, her mouth full, nodded in agreement. Their bodies still tingling from the rays' effects, the girls continued to eat ravenously until half the roast and a loaf of bread had been consumed. Then, their hunger assuaged for the moment, they retired to lounges on the pool deck where they sprawled in the late afternoon sun. "Gawd, I'm so horny all of a sudden," Bridget announced, sitting up, "C'mere and sit on my face, babe." "Me too," Cyndi replied, jumping to her feet she joined Bridget on the lounger and they slid into the head to foot 69 position and began to lick, suck and finger each other's wet pussies. So intent were they in pleasuring the other, neither noticed they were rising slowly and steadily into the air as gently as a soap bubble. When they had reached a point higher than the houses roofline, they climaxed powerfully, crying out and shooting warm ejaculate in the others mouth. At the moment of their orgasms, they lost their buoyancy and plummeted back to earth, demolishing the lounge and cratering the flagstone patio beneath. Strangely, their bodies were unmarked and they sat dazedly surveying the wreckage around them. "What the hell?" Cyndi said, "One minute we were fucking, then we got off and this happened." "I dunno," Bridget replied, "We sure made a mess, though. I'm not hurting, are you?" "Nope, I ..." Cyndi began when several household simulacra, Molly in the lead, appeared and encircled them inquiring as to their condition and twittering over the damage. CV with a DocBot in tow appeared saying "Whatever happened? I felt the impact down in the lab and yet you girls are unhurt; this is most peculiar." "They were flying," a MaidBot chirped, "I saw them from the window as I was making the beds. They went straight up, and then they screamed and fell back down smashing everything." "You didn't know that you were flying?" CV inquired, incredulously. "We were ... umm ... rather busy at the time," Bridget replied, a blush creeping over her cheeks. "Of course, of course," CV said, realizing what had gone on and deciding not to pursue it. "I do find it odd that neither of you are injured. I think we'll need to run some more tests on you two and get to the bottom of this." "Aw, Daddy, not that icky old lab of yours again," Cyndi moaned. "I don't like it down there. There's no sunshine and it smells funny." *** "Remarkable, simply remarkable," CV muttered, poring over the girls test results as the shifted impatiently in their chairs waiting for him to finish. "I wish he'd hurry up," Cyndi whispered to Bridget, "We'll miss the evening meal at the Club." "Oh, I can't afford that, babe," Bridget whispered back, "Besides I have nothing to wear." "Shush," was the reply, "I have tons of clothes you can wear and it's my treat. We're celebrating our new relationship." "I don't normally move so fast in a relationship." Bridget said, "Yet there's something that feels so right about us being together." Cyndi was about to answer when CW exclaimed "There can be no other explanation, I didn't think it was possible, but you young ladies are now capable of spontaneous and instantaneous molecular restructuring drawing upon both the elements present in your own bodies and anything else within a seventy meter radius. Now that I have the primary results, I must find the cause within that faulty Molecular Modeler." "What do you mean when you say we can modify our molecular structures?" Bridget asked, "Are we in danger or something?" "On the contrary, my dear," CV replied, "Your bodies are now capable of becoming as light as air, as fluid as water and as strong as steel; you need but to wish it so." "Oh, cool," Cyndi exclaimed, "I want to test it." She went to a nearby workbench, placed her one hand palm down, took a hammer in her other hand and swung it down as hard as she could. "Cyndi!" Bridget screamed. Clank! The hammer rebounded from Cyndi's hand with such force she lost her grip and it went flying across the room. "An additional aspect of impact; repulsion, interesting," CW said, "I simply must discover what went wrong with the Plasma Coil and the circuitry in that Modeler." He wandered off mumbling to himself. "C'mere and try it, babe," Cyndi said excitedly, "This is so cool." Bridget took another hammer, holding it tentatively as she placed her hand on the bench, "I dunno about this. What if it hurts?" "It won't, just try it." Bridget winced and swung the hammer down at her hand. It promptly rebounded on impact and flew from her hand as Cyndi's had done. "Omigawd, I didn't feel a thing." She took a screwdriver and jabbed her hand with it snapping the shaft. Her skin had become impervious at the instant of impact. "Lookit' me, I'm floatin'," Cyndi shouted. Bridget turned to see her rising toward the ceiling like an errant balloon from a careless child's hand. "How'r you doin' that?" "Easy, just think about it and it happens." Bridget thought hard and rose slowly off the ground until she met Cyndi near the polished granite ceiling. They clung together, kissing and slowly rotating for several minutes until they bumped against an antenna fastened to the rock. Cyndi pushed against it and they floated away drifting the length of the cavern kissing and caressing. CV looked up from his examination of the errant Molecular Modeler and grinned at the sight of the girls embracing as they drifted high in the air. He was pleased that his daughter had found someone who loved her. He knew she had been lonely since she had left school and her mother was overseas conducting experiments in Japan on Nuclear Fusion development. "I want to lick your pussy," Bridget whispered in Cyndi's ear. "I want to lick yours too, wanna try a 69 in mid-air?" "Not here, your Dad will see us." "True, let's go get something to eat and we'll have each other for dessert." "You have great ideas, baby." *** All male and many female eyes were on Cyndi and Bridget as they strutted toward their table in the club's dining room wearing form fitting silk dresses and spike heeled, open toed 'fuck me' shoes. Their erect nipples and lack of panty lines showed they wore no underwear, while their plunging necklines and hems riding just below their shaved pussies gave onlookers brief glimpses of their goodies. They found it tremendously exciting to be on such lewd display in public and the thoughts of white hot sex afterwards made their slits moist. The male wait staff hovered around them, struggling with their erections and catering to their every whim. Much to their surprise, the girls each devoured three steak dinners with all the trimmings and large, gooey, calorie saturated desserts. They were still ravenous and their bodies still tingled, but their love and desire for each other was stronger and they decided to leave and return to the house to fuck. They were strolling through the country club's lobby when the sound of a shot and screams of 'Help, stop them, help!" caused them to turn around in time to see three burly men dressed in dark clothing wearing ski masks charging at them. Before they could move, one of them grabbed Bridget intending to take her hostage and ensure their escape. "Leggo my girlfriend, you fucker," Cyndi shouted, grabbing the man's arm. In response, he cut savagely at her face with the automatic pistol in his free hand. There was the sound of a blacksmiths hammer striking hot iron and the pistol flew out of his numb fingers, skittering across the marble floor. Breaking free of his grip, Bridget backhanded him intending to deliver a stunning slap and was startled to hear his jawbone shatter with a loud 'crunch' and he slumped to the floor wailing in agony. Another of the bandits fired point blank at Cyndi and the bullet ricocheted from her right breast and shattered a chandelier. "Ow! That stung, you sonofabitch," Cyndi roared, grabbing the man's hand, crushing it and the gun it held. The man shrieked and fell backwards striking his head on the floor. Seeing this, the third man panicked and ran for the entrance. Cyndi floated off the floor saying "Throw a forward pass, babe." Bridget threw her after the man and watched as her lover flew over his head, landing heavily in front of him. Unable to stop, he crashed into her, rebounded, staggered, pulled his gun and was felled by a resounding blow as Bridget ran up behind him. "Shit, you okay, babe?" Cyndi said as she and Bridget looked at their fallen opponent. "Never better, that bastard was going to shoot you. I feel like stomping his head in." "That'd be murder, hon, nice tits by the way." Bridget looked at herself, then Cyndi and gasped. Their dresses were in tatters from their exertions and they were practically naked. A crowd had begun to gather and they could hear the shutter sounds of IPhones and camera phones. "Aw shit, this'll be on the net for sure," Bridget sighed. She paused as the hoots and warbles of air horns and sirens reached their ears, "Let's get the hell out of here." They ran toward the valet parking lot, grabbed their keys from the startled attendant, jumped in the Jag and roared away, passing a procession of police cars and EMS units rushing to the scene. Reaching the house, they made passionate love until dawn and dozed off spooned together. *** "Famed Inventors Daughter and Companion Foil Robbery," CW said, reading the morning headlines on his tablet. He continued "An attempted robbery at the Spinnaker Yacht and Country Club last night was devastatingly prevented by Ms. Cyndi Van Dyne, daughter of famed inventor C.W. VanDyne, and an as yet unidentified female companion. Witnesses said the young women disabled and disarmed the robbers with ease, then disappeared. Some swore they saw one of the women floating in air and the other throw her after a robber attempting to flee. This has yet to be confirmed." "What about those guys we hit," Bridget asked, swallowing a mouthful of Denver Omelet. "Let me see, ummm, here we are 'All three perpetrators are currently hospitalized with contusions, lacerations, broken bones and concussions. All are scheduled to stand trial when released'." "Serves the fuckers right," Cyndi muttered around a mouthful of hash browned potatoes. "They were trying to kidnap my sweetie." "Another helping, ladies?" the CookBot asked, seeing their plates nearly empty. They both nodded, so he refilled them and glided away. CW chewed ruminatively on a strip of bacon, swallowed, then said "It's unfortunate that your powers were revealed to the public so soon. I had hoped to explore the extent of your capabilities further and discover what caused them." "Sorry, Daddy," Cyndi said, "Those guys jumped us and we fought back without thinking." "Nothing to apologize for, my dear," CW replied. "The cat's out of the bag and we'll deal with it as it comes." *** Hideki Yoshida, Executive Director of Shokaku Industries, watched the scant smart phone footage available of Cyndi and Bridget dispatching their attackers, sighed and leaned back in his high backed, leather swivel chair. >"Instantaneous Molecular Restructuring; quite fascinating,""I must have more data on this phenomenon." Pressing a panel of touch pads set into his desk top, he said >"Misu Kiyo, inform Misuta Hirota that I require his presence in my office immediately." >"Hai, Juuyaku," Within minutes the stocky figure of Fukuda Hirota emerged from a private elevator, walked with cat like grace across the room, stood before Yoshida's desk and bowed from the waist. >"You wished to see me, Juuyaku? >"Indeed, please be seated. I have a task for you that is within the purview of your ... shall we say ... unique talents." Hirota smiled at the compliment. As Head of Security for Shokaku Industries, he had developed both a formidable private army of soldiers and a most effective ring of spies that both protected and monitored the activities of the Industry's vast conglomeration of global holdings. Rumors circulated among company employees that he was a former member of the Yamaguchi Yakuza and still maintained contact with them. He also was a black belt in karate and an expert with both the Katana (Samurai) sword and the Bo quarterstaff. The two men combined ruled the company with an iron hand. A large TV screen lit up behind Yoshida displaying Cyndi and Bridget's exploits. He nodded toward it and said >"You have seen this footage I trust?" >"I have,""Very impressive. I can assure you, Juuyaku, that my men would fare far better than those pitiful oafs in dealing with those girls." >"Do not allow over confidence to dull your perceptions,""Those young women possess abilities even your band of skilled fighters would be unable to overcome. Therefore, we must be stealthy in order to capture them for study." >"Are you suggesting kidnapping, Juuyaku? The one girl is from a prominent family. There will be an immediate nationwide search for her. We should wish no trouble with the authorities." > "Do not concern yourself with such things; I will see to them. We must determine how those young women accomplish their bodily transitions. Since the dark haired one is his daughter, no doubt the estimable C.W. Van Dyne is responsible for their transformational abilities, so we will need to bring him here as well." >"But the notoriety, the authorities, is it wise ..." >"Need I remind you of our ongoing scheme to siphon funds from various company accounts to our secret bank accounts in Switzerland? The Board of Directors is becoming concerned with our decline in profits and soon they will begin to question the cause. Discovering a breakthrough such as this in Molecular Restructuring could generate billions of Yen, effectively masking our small endeavor. Get me that scientist and those girls, Hirota, that's an order." Hirota stood up, bowed, said >"Hai, Juuyaku," *** "Unghhh, give it to me, I want it all," Bridget grunted as Cyndi fucked her in the dog position, utilizing their double dildo strap-on that penetrated both holes. Bridget had fucked her into a series of screaming orgasms earlier and now Cyndi wanted to return the favor. Bridget whimpered and moaned as her lover reamed her pussy and asshole with the long, thick dildos. The sensation of being doubly penetrated was making her dizzy with lust and she could feel a colossal orgasm rising rapidly, suffusing her body with warmth and making her shiver with anticipation. Cyndi felt her lover tremble beneath her and knew she was close to cumming. She thrust and withdrew into her lover's holes as rapidly as she could, the leather of the harness smacking Bridget's sexy ass as the ridged pad inside the harness scrubbed along Cyndi's throbbing clit with each thrust and she felt her own orgasm burning its way along every nerve ending in her body. "Ahhh, that's it, harder, harder, I'm cummingg ...Yeeeee!" Bridget howled as her orgasm shook her to her very core, making her head spin. Cyndi continued to fuck her until she climaxed two more times and she herself exploded with a shriek of pleasure. They slumped together onto the sweat and cum soaked sheets, gasping for breath and mewling happily. When they had recovered from their exertions and their pleasure, Cyndi slowly withdrew the dildos from Bridget's holes, unstrapped the harness, threw it on the floor and they cuddled together and slept. When they awakened, ravenous as usual, they decided to go to a neighborhood steak house for dinner. After showering together, with much fondling and kissing, they dried off, dressed in shorts and tube tops, slipped on sandals and went to the garage where the Jaguar was parked. As they zoomed through the estate gates and onto the road, a shadowy figure crouching in the bushes began to speak rapidly into a communicator. *** "I think I'll start off with the biggest Sirloin cut they have," Cyndi said happily as they roared along the two lane road to town, "What about you, babe?" "I'm for a Filet Mignon at first, the bigger the better," Bridget replied. "Hey, what's that up ahead? Something's blocking the road." As they neared the obstacle, they could see it was a semi-trailer rig straddling both lanes, the rear of the trailer facing them. "What the hell?" Cyndi growled, "What idiot stops a truck in the middle of the road? Hey assholes," she shouted and blew the horn, "Move it already, willya, we're in a hurry." In response, the door of the trailer opened and thudded on the pavement, forming a ramp into the shadowy interior. Then the Jaguar jerked forward, snapping the girl's heads against their headrests and before Cyndi could react, they were dragged inside the trailer as the door slammed shut behind them. "What the fuck is this," Cyndi shouted, "Let's punch our way out of this tin can, babe." Diving in the Deep End There was a soft hissing sound in the darkness and both women slumped in their seats, unconscious. The engine started and the truck rolled away with its precious cargo intact heading for the U.S. Headquarters of Shokaku Industries, many miles away. *** Bridget slowly awakened; her head ached abominably and she couldn't move a muscle. She panicked thinking 'Oh God I'm paralyzed, oh, no, please, no' then as her head cleared somewhat she realized she was secured hand and foot to a metal table. She shivered as cool air blew against her skin and she realized she was naked. What was going on? What had happened? Where was she? Where was Cyndi? She tried to escape her bonds, but she couldn't seem to focus and bring her powers to life. Lights were shining in her eyes and she couldn't see anything. She tried to still the panic rising in her by breathing slowly and practicing the meditation techniques her cousin had taught her until her heartbeat and breathing finally returned to normal. All she could do was relax as best she could and wait for something to happen. *** CV regained consciousness to find himself tied securely to a chair. The last thing he remembered was leaving the Cookie Carnival bakery in town with a bag of creampuffs when he was grabbed by powerful hands and something pressed against his face. The lights shining in his eyes were suddenly switched off and were replaced by Yoshida's smiling, mustachioed visage. "Good day, Professor Van Dyne," Yoshida said, "I am in need of answers to some questions and you shall provide them as quickly and accurately as possible." "Questions about what, who are you, what's the meaning of this?" "Questions about how you endowed these young women with the ability to alter their molecular structures of course," Yoshida purred. He gestured and the tables to which Cyndi and Bridget were pinioned rose up and pivoted downward displaying them to CV's horrified gaze. "What have you done to my daughter and her friend?" CV shouted. "Release them immediately or I won't tell you anything." "I'm afraid I can't do that," Yoshida replied. "They are of inestimable value as specimens. However, if you choose to cooperate with us, they shall remain our honored guests for the foreseeable future." "I do not know how they acquired their abilities," CW said. "They were participating with me in an experiment when something went awry. As best I can determine they were bombarded with some sort of radiation beam that changed their molecular structures. I am still in the process of determining the cause and therefore I have no secrets to share with you." "Do you take me for a fool, professor?" Yoshida snarled. "I cannot believe that a man of your stature and intellect would concoct such an obviously transparent lie. If you do not share your secret with us, then it will not go well for the three of you." "I'm not lying," CV said wearily. "There was a laboratory accident, one of my inventions malfunctioned and I have yet to discover why. Possibly if I was allowed to continue examining ..." "We have no more time to waste, Professor," Yoshida replied. "You leave us no choice but to dissect and examine the women's cellular structures under electron microscopes and analyze their tissues to unlock the secrets of their powers. They will need to remain alive during the dissection of course, since dead tissue is of no value to us." "Vivisection, you can't be serious!" CV cried, "That's inhuman!" "The women will be under heavy sedation during the procedure, Professor," Yoshida said. "After all, we are not barbarians here." "Dissection will be impossible anyway," CV muttered, "Their skin will reflexively harden once you attempt to pierce it." "Ah, but we have anticipated that eventuality," Yoshida said. He gestured and white coated technicians wheeled out a machine resembling a huge chrome mechanical pencil that gleamed in the blaze of overhead lights. Mounted on an articulated strut fastened to a turntable and festooned with cooling coils, it's pointed tip ending in a cherry red blister that glowed malevolently. "This, Professor, is the latest development of a Nd:YAG type laser produced in our laboratories," Yoshida continued. "It is capable of slicing a diamond into wafer thin sections as it will the bodies of these young women which we will then study. As you can see, we have thought of everything including your own unfortunate demise. There will be an explosion in your laboratory and the world will mourn you and your genius." "At least allow me to say goodbye to my daughter and her friend," CV said sadly. "Of course, but be quick about it, we have no time to lose." The examination tables lowered until Cyndi and Bridget were prone. CV bent over each of them, whispered "When you feel your powers return, escape. I will distract them" and slipped a white capsule into each girl's mouth. They nodded in assent, too frightened to reply, their cheeks wet with tears. As CV engaged Yoshida and the technicians in a technical discussion, Cyndi found she was able to think more clearly and focus on activating her powers. She looked over at Bridget who was experiencing the same sensations. Cyndi liquefied her body, slipping easily from the restraints and Bridget did the same. Unnoticed for the moment, they flowed behind a row of computer servers and assumed solidity again. "Daddy said we should escape, but I'll be damned if I'll leave him here with those bastards," Cyndi growled. "I'm down with that," Bridget replied, "What do you think we should do?" >"The women, they're gone!" "Whoops, we're busted," Cyndi said. "Let's get airborne," Bridget replied, that'll keep 'em busy so CV can escape, then we can wreck this joint." Converting to gaseous form, they drifted upwards like soap bubbles, stopping twenty feet above the ground. "Yoo-hoo, boys, here we are, come and get us," Bridget called in a sing-song voice as Cyndi stuck her tongue out at them. >"They're not human, they are gods," >"Don't stand there like fools,""Shoot them down." Obediently raising their weapons, the squad opened fire, their bullets passing harmlessly through Cyndi and Bridget who continued to laugh and taunt them; the spent bullets then falling back into the laboratory causing explosions and fires. Barking orders at the guards to stop firing, Yoshida sprinted to the laser, activated it to full power, then aimed and fired it towards the girls. "OW! Fuck, that hurt," Bridget cried as the beam passed through her. "It's that goddamn laser," Cyndi shouted, "We're sitting ducks up here." "Let's smash the damn thing," Bridget shouted back. "I see just what we need," Cyndi replied, "C'mon." They dropped down to the tables to which they'd been fastened, each ripping one from it's base and flinging it edgewise at the laser. One struck the barrel, jerking it upright, the other striking the device just where it was fastened to the articulated mounting jamming it in the vertical position. The impact stunned Yoshida and he toppled from his seat at the control panel leaving the laser running at full power. Spinning lazily out of control on it's turntable, the lasers beam began slicing through the concrete and steel roof supports upon which the foundation of the office tower above rested. As chunks of the ceiling began falling, the few technicians and guards remaining ran screaming for the exit. CV had taken cover behind a stand-by generator when the firing began and was soon joined by Cyndi and Bridget. "Let's get out of here, Daddy," Cyndi said, "Those guys have all run off and this place is falling apart." They made their way as quickly as possible through the wreckage, only to meet a wild-eyed Yoshida brandishing an automatic pistol screaming imprecations in Japanese. Cyndi moved toward him as he emptied the pistols magazine at her, the bullets having no effect on her hardened skin. With a snarl of hatred, she reached inside Yoshida's body and squeezed his heart until it burst. His eyes grew wide, crimson gouts of blood flew from his mouth and nose and he collapsed on the floor, dead. "Carve us up, willya," She muttered, then followed Bridget and CV to the exit. As they entered the tunnel, the untended laser overheated, exploded and then was buried beneath tons of earth, concrete and steel when the ceiling gave way and collapsed. Running for their lives as the tunnel caved in behind them, they reached the outside entrance only to be confronted by a stocky figure brandishing a katana. "You have brought shame to my Juuyaku and myself," Hirota exclaimed, sweat coursing down his bare torso and soaking the Hachimaki tied around his head, "Therefore you must die and this tunnel become your tomb." "I've got this one," Bridget said, stalking towards Hirota, "Get CV out of here, I'll be along in a minute." "Be careful, babe," Cyndi replied, her arm protectively around her father. As Bridget grew closer to him, Hirota shouted >"Die, foul demon," Turning away from the spectacle, she saw CV and Cyndi crouched beside a car in the half filled parking lot. Picking up two discarded lab coats, she sprinted over to them, handed one coat to Cyndi and the three made their way through the milling throngs of office workers and technicians conversing excitedly in Japanese at what had happened. Reaching the main road, they could hear emergency vehicles approaching when a black SUV stopped in front of them and the doors flew open. "Welcome aboard, folks," said a cheery voice. They climbed in to see the chrome rhomboid head and blocky torso of a robot behind the wheel. The doors shut and the vehicle sped off heading for the Van Dyne estate and safety. *** "Two gentlemen to see you, sir," the Secretary-Bot purred in the voice of a long dead blonde movie star. CV looked away from his computer display screen and sighed. "Who is it this time, Ann?" "They represent the United States Government," was the reply. Ann's eyes turned orange-red in warning, CV nodded and said "Show them in please." Two burly men came lumbering single file into CV's office, their shoulders barely clearing the door frame. They wore identical gray suits with red and blue striped ties and highly shined wingtip shoes. Their faces were grim, their heads seemingly resting on their shoulders with no neck in evidence and their hair cut in a severe crew cut fashion. They sat in the chairs before CV's desk and stared at him. "Thank you for seeing us, Doctor," the man on the left said, breaking the uncomfortable silence. "We are here today on a matter of grave importance to the country's national security," the man on the right said, his deep voice eerily similar to the man on his right. CV leaned back in his chair, "I am always willing to help my country, of course. What is this matter you speak of?" "It concerns the recent collapse of the Shokaku Industries office tower," the man on the left said. "It is our understanding you were there that day along with your daughter and her friend." CV had tied his best to minimize Cyndi and Bridget's role in the towers collapse, but to no avail. Some security cameras in the cavern had somehow survived and had captured the battle in great detail. In no time the footage had been leaked to the press and put on the internet resulting in a flood of curious visitors to CV's home. He had politely, but firmly refused any interviews with either he or the girls without giving an explanation leaving his questioners baffled and frustrated. Since their arrival, Cyndi and Bridget had lapsed into a state of near hibernation, arising only to use the bathroom or to consume prodigious amounts of food, and then returning to their bed to cuddle and sleep. Now the government was becoming involved and that meant trouble. "Your daughter and her friend have somehow acquired extraordinary powers and abilities that your government wishes to study," the man on the right continued. "It would require the three of you to accompany us to a government facility where you could continue your research and the women could be studied under controlled conditions." "I'm sorry to say that would not be possible at this time," CV said, calmly. "Since the conditions that endowed the girls with their powers can only be studied and possibly replicated here, we must remain where we are. The logistics of transferring my laboratory to another facility are nigh well insurmountable." "It is a matter of national security," the man on the left rumbled, his eyes narrowing to slits, "Under the circumstances, we must insist that you come with us." "And I say that is impossible," CV replied, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "In the name of national security we must take steps to ..." the man on the right began, and then stopped. Both men stopped moving and tendrils of smoke drifted upwards from their ears, noses and mouths. CV touched a pad on his desk top and two heavy duty gardener bots rolled in on soundless caterpillar treads. "Take them downstairs to the lab," CV said. "I'll examine them later." "What was it this time?" Ann said, drifting aside as the bots carried the immobile visitors from the office and a ventilation fan whined carrying the stink of burnt wiring away. "Cyborgs, I think," CV said. "I think the EMP got 'em before they could completely self-destruct. We'll see." "Think they were really from the government?" "I doubt it. Another government maybe, not ours, let's go to Threat Level Orange until we can get a few things settled." "You got it, boss." "Anything from the girls' quarters?" "No. Doc says they're okay, they just used up a tremendous amount of energy and mass during the fight. They need to build up their reserves and reclaim some internal and external molecular structuring. He said he could help them with additives, but felt they needed to recover on their own." CV chuckled, "The doctor knows best, thanks Ann." "You're welcome, boss." She floated silently out the door and CV resumed his work. *** Cyndi awakened to find Bridget lying next to her, propped up on one elbow and gazing at her with love in her eyes. "Hi baby, have I been asleep long?" Bridget grinned, "We've been out well over a week. The bots tell me we've awakened just long enough to use the john and stuff ourselves with food, then gone back to sleep. That fight took a lot out of us, figuratively and literally." "Over a week, huh, oh man, that's hard to believe. You were somethin' else in that fight, sweetie. We really kicked their asses." "You were pretty damn amazing yourself, love. We make a good team don't we?" "We sure do. Are you getting as hot as I am?" "Yep, wanna fuck?" "Sit on my face, baby, I want to suck your pussy until you cum in my mouth." Cyndi slid down on the bed and Bridget straddled her face, lowering her moist pussy to her lover's already wiggling tongue. Cyndi gripped Bridgets plump ass cheeks and pulled her down hard on her mouth, the taste of her lovers hot cunt driving her wild. Bridget gasped and moaned, rocking back and forth on Cyndi's face as she was eaten out, her juices filling her lover's mouth to overflowing. Cyndi moistened two fingers in Bridget's love juices and wormed them into her puckered asshole up to the knuckles. "Ahhh, yeah baby, fuck my ass good," Bridget cried, squeezing Cyndi's breasts in a spasm of delight. She could feel a spine shattering orgasm building up from deep inside, her nerves tingling at the prospect of ecstatic release. Cyndi's lips, tongue and fingers worked relentlessly in Bridget's pussy and asshole; she wanted to make the woman she loved cum and cum until she could cum no more and fill her mouth with sticky love juices. Bridget's back arched as her orgasm hit full force, making her shiver uncontrollably. "Oh, gawwdd, fuckkkk!!" she howled, drenching her lover's face in a flood of salty ejaculate and squeezing her breasts painfully as she spasmed. Cyndi felt no pain as she gulped and swallowed mouthfuls of Bridget's juices. She was being crushed, drowned and smothered as Bridget ground her pussy on Cyndi's face in an outpouring of sheer joy at her lover's expert ministrations and Cyndi was enjoying every second of it. Giving a final shriek of ecstasy, Bridget fell off Cyndi and crumpled on the bed, whimpering and moaning. Cyndi licked the last of the juices from her lips and snuggled next to Bridget waiting for her to recover. Several minutes later, Bridget sat up and said "You really made me cum hard, sweetie. Whatever your dad's machine did to us, it also increased our ability to enjoy sex. Every time we do it it's more intense and it lasts longer." "You get me so hot I can't stand it," Cyndi replied, "Now I want you to fuck me 'till I scream." "I'll get the strap-on," Bridget said, starting to leave the bed. "Naw, I wanna use something else," Cyndi answered, rolling over and rummaging in a bed side table drawer, "Ah, here it is." She held up a curious sort of double dildo made of silicone bent somewhat in a 'U' shape. One end was a long phallus with a defined head, the other end thick and stubby with a bulbous tip. "Oooo, how does this work?" Bridget said, turning it over in her hands. "I'll show ya. Lean back against the headboard, spread your legs, this end goes in your pussy," Cyndi eased the stubby end into Bridget who sighed with pleasure at being penetrated, "And I get this end," she lowered herself onto the phallus, moaning as it entered her fully, "Now you can fuck me and I can fuck you too." "Ahhh, baby, this is great, it's really filled me up," Bridget said. She lifted her hips driving the false cock deeper into Cyndi's already dripping pussy, "How's that feel?" Cyndi responded by wiggling her hips, moving the stubby end against the pink walls of Bridget's wet cunt, "How's that feel?" "Mmmm ... yeahhhh ... ride me, lover, ride me, ride me until you cum." They began fucking in a jerky rhythm, slow at first, then faster as they became accustomed to this way of pleasuring each other. Bridget gripped Cyndi's ass cheeks, pulling her down to meet her own hips thrusting upward sending the phallus deep in her lovers pussy while twisting the other end in her own gooey slit. The feeling was fantastic. Cyndi moaned and gasped as Bridget fucked her, their firm breasts and stiff nipples rubbing together. She clung to the headboard to give her leverage, working her hips to meet Bridget's thrusts, wiggling her ass knowing it would grind the phallus against Bridget's g-spot giving her a massive orgasm. "Ahhhh ... baby, I'm so close, fuck me harder!" Cyndi cried as her orgasm roiled within her. She felt dizzy from the sensation when it suddenly crested and crashed through her body as her back arched and her body stiffened, her mouth open wide in a soundless scream of exquisite pleasure. Feeling her lover cumming, Bridget climaxed powerfully, her body quivering, her shriek of joy muffled by Cyndi's breast filling her mouth. Diving in the Deep End They each climaxed three times, their bodies out of control, riding the waves of ecstasy until they could cum no more and collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs, whimpering and gasping for breath, their pussies gripping the phallus that had brought them such pleasure. Finally, they separated and removed the dildo, licking each end clean between soft kisses. Exhausted, they snuggled together and fell immediately to sleep. *** "Holy crap, we're famous!" Cyndi exclaimed as she and Bridget watched the various news programs CV had recorded for them. He had told them of the numerous requests for interviews, carefully omitting the attempted attack by the yet to be identified cyborgs; there was no point in spoiling their excitement at their new found fame. They were no longer two average young women who were in love and wanted to attend the university together; they were media darlings, stars if you will; objects of curiosity and desire, equally sought by researchers for study and by governments wanting to discover the secrets of their powers for their own uses. It was problematic to say the least and their lives would never be the same again. "Bridget," CV said, "I think it would be wise to visit your parents and show them that you're healthy and happy because I'm sure they're worried about you. I've done my best to assure them you're well cared for here, but I think it best you go see them." "Cyndi," Bridget said, "Please go with me. I want my folks to meet you." "Like I'm letting you go there alone," Cyndi replied. "There's too many weirdoes out there. We'll take the Jag; I can outrun anything in that baby." "Just be careful you two," CV said. "I'm sure you can handle any situation, but stay on your guard regardless." "We will, Daddy," Cyndi replied, "See ya later." *** "Whatta ya gonna tell your folks about us?" Cyndi said as they pulled into Bridget's parent's driveway. "The truth; they're broad minded and understanding people. They've always supported me in whatever I've done and I love them for it." When Bridget rang the doorbell, her mother opened the door, shouted "Brian, she's here!" and swept her daughter up in a bear hug, tears glistening in her eyes. Emily McWilliams was in her late forties, tall with an athletic figure; blue eyed and blonde like her daughter and like her also kept her hair cut short and wore little makeup. When Brian McWilliams loomed up behind his wife and daughter, his face set in a wide grin, Cyndi was momentarily taken by surprise. The man was huge, tall, barrel chested, muscular arms and legs, slim hips, thick neck with dark brown hair and eyes. He lifted his daughter easily into the air, hugged and kissed her and rumbled "Who is this young lady, kitten?" "Mom, Dad, I want you to meet Cyndi; Cyndi, these are my folks." "Um ... hi," Cyndi said, thoroughly intimidated. "Please come in," Emily said as Brian set her daughter down, "I've made tea and cookies. You must tell us all about your adventures." *** A pot of tea and several cookies later, the girls finished their tale and sat together on the sofa holding hands wondering how the parents would react. "That is certainly an amazing tale," Emily said in awe, "We've seen so much in the news, but to hear it from you two is amazing." "You're superheroes," Brian said, shaking his head wonderingly, "Real honest to God superheroes." "Oh, Brian," Emily said, "You and your comic books with those flying people and such. These young ladies are nothing like that." "They're graphic novels, not comic books," Brian replied reprovingly and winked, "And they most certainly are superheroes. What are you girls gonna call yourselves?" "Uhhh ... let me get this straight," Cyndi replied, "Now we're superheroes and we gotta choose a name, like Superman, Batman or somethin'? This is totally weird." "All I wanted was for us to go to college together and get married someday," Bridget sighed, "Now there's all this crap to deal with. I sure can kiss my scholarship goodbye. I sure don't think they'll want me in the athletic program." "What are you two going to do?" Emily asked. "Well, at least money isn't a problem," Cyndi said. "Daddy's got piles of it lying around. I asked him once how much he had and he had no idea. The 'bots handle all that stuff. He lives for his experiments and building gadgets. I know he wants to figure out how we acquired our powers, so I guess we'll be pampered lab rats for a while." "Y'know, it would be kinda fun bein' superheroes," Bridget said with a grin. "Maybe we could fight robots and stuff like the cartoons on TV." "I dunno about wearin' all that Spandex," Cyndi replied, warming to the subject, "I bet that makes ya hot and sweaty." "Yeah," Bridget replied, "Besides, a costume would just get ripped off anyway like our dresses that time." "We sure can't fight robots bare-assed," Cyndi said, "Not that it wouldn't be fun." "Kevlar," Brian said, "A fabric made with Kevlar would resist most damage better than Spandex." "We wouldn't need much either," Bridget added, "Just enough to cover our boobs, pussies and asses. Like a string bikini." "In a hot color, like Day-Glo orange or bright red," Cyndi continued, "The 'bots could knock some outfits out for us, no problem." "Then there's the matter of a name," Emily said with a sigh. Brian and his darn comic books had sent this out of control. She just wanted her daughter and her ... lover ... companion ... partner ... whatever, safe and not getting into trouble. Somehow she knew that trouble would find the girls anyway and it scared her. "Why don't you guys come with me to my dojo on Friday and meet my sensei and my friends?" Brian said. "I bet learning some martial arts moves would help you two in a fight." "That sounds like fun," Bridget said, "Only we don't want to hurt anybody." "Oooo, yeah," Cyndi said excitedly, "We'd be like those dudes and dudettes in the karate movies. Hiii-YA!" Without thinking, she brought the edge of her hand down on the coffee table, smashing it into kindling. "Whoops, sorry." "Perfectly alright, dear," Emily said with aplomb, brushing wood fragments from her skirt. "Since you young ladies can alter your molecular structure so easily why not call yourselves the 'Molecule Maidens'?" "Hey, I like that," Cyndi said, "Kinda rolls off the tongue." "That's an excellent name," Brian added, "The press will love it." Bridget nodded in assent, but her heart was heavy. She had never in a million years thought of this being in her future. She knew it was only a matter of time until she and Cyndi would have to fight someone again and the thought of it made her sad. At least she and Cyndi would face it together and that was good enough for now. End. In their next adventure, the Molecule Maidens encounter a savage band of fanatics that believe the girls are legendary goddesses made flesh in 'Beware the Crimson Cult of Leng'.