CHAPTER 5 - THE BOOK BEGINS

'I can't believe I am dressed like this,' thinks Sofia as she glances at herself in the mirror. She is dressed in a skin tight, light green leotard. A dark forest green 'bikini' bottom is pulled over it with a matching mini-skirt covering it. A black mask covers her eyes like a raccoon mask. Two capital B's are centered on a white circle on her ample breasts. The circle is outlined with a two inch black line. Dark green leather gloves come halfway up her biceps. Matching boots with four-inch heels hug her legs, ending mid-way up her thighs.

'I know not much skin shows but this outfit doesn't conceal much either. I am glad I skipped that brownie for desert at lunch.'

Her sister Tammy's image appears in the mirror. "You look hot."

So does she. Tammy has a similar outfit to Sofia but with a lavender leotard and dark plum accessories. Three letters fill her circle in an inverted pyramid. "SL" is the top two letters with "T" centered underneath.

Sofia is a little surprised at her reaction to her sister's outfit. Of lately she has started not only noticing if other women were dressed sexily or not but also appreciating it on a new level. She knew it was normal for women to notice women. She was still turned on by men more than women so she must not be gay. Still it took some getting used to.

"Let's go see how the director likes it," smiles Tammy. "Don't forget your utility belt." She hands me a three inch wide gold belt with a 'net-gun' on it. A net-gun is a ten-inch rod about two and a half inches in diameter. It has a black rubber grip on one end with a red push button trigger. When the trigger is pushed, compressed air shoots a net at the criminals to be apprehended (at least in the comics it works). Along with the net gun hag two pair of handcuffs, a fifty-foot long climbing rope and several utility pouches make it into an authentic 'super hero' utility belt.

Tammy snapped on her utility belt, which was the same except instead of a net-gun she had a whip-of-compulsion. When the whip is around a person, they are compelled to obey whoever is holding the end to the whip.

Jeffery her son was the 'director'. He had a photo project come up in his class and I had come up with the idea of Tammy and I being superheroes for a comic book he would write. It would give us time to have fun together as a family and help Jeffery with school.

I was "Barbie the Beast" and Tammy was "Susie the Lion Tamer". Jeffery came up with the names. Since he was the writer and director we didn’t argue.

Jeffrey was in the cellar getting the 'studio' ready. He had transformed it into a photo studio. He was wearing his villain costume. He looked like a biker with black leather coat with a skull embroidered on the back and pants. A black shirt with a creepy skull peaked out from his coat. Biker boots and a reproduction WW II German helmet with a skull airbrushed on the front. A pair of tinted goggles hung around his neck. Black leather gloves were stretched across his hands. Dam, he didn't look like my son anymore. He has really grown up into a young man. His character's name was 'Ram Rod'.

A few others were down there. People whom Jeffery had asked to help with the film. All the rest had villain identities and would fill in as extras when needed.

There was Tommy, who Jeffery has hung out with since grade school. I used to baby-sit him when he was little. He was Jeffrey's sidekick. He was similarly attired as the 'Ram Rod' but in dark brown leather and his helmet and shirt were plain black. His blond hair and blue eyes made the helmet look more authentic. He was known as 'Speedstar'.

Then there was Sally and Jane who had agreed to help with Jeffery's project. I would have felt foolish standing in front of them in my costume except they also had on their own super villain costumes. Sally's was an all black latex outfit that hid less than mine. She had to be sans undergarments because any seam would have shown in that outfit. I could almost make out her nipple. A half-latex mask covered the top of her head, ending just below the nose. She had a two-inch metal disc attached to a headband that blended in with the mask. Latex gloves and six inch heeled black ankle boots accented her costume. The letters "BENT' ran diagonally down her front.

Jane was her sidekick. She wore a similar outfit in bright yellow and not metal disk. She was busy helping Sally straighten up her outfit. "TWIST" Circled her waste. Damn if her nipples weren't stretching the latex to their limit.

Then Joe and Randy came around the corner. I couldn't help but blush and try to cover up a little. The dirty old man was always trying to get a look at Tammy or I. His son was no better. I don't know why Jeffery picked them to help. He said he wanted a little diversity of character. They still seemed like creeps to me.

Joe had a huge cranium 'hat' over his head. It was made to look like he had a huge brain. Doesn't he wish he had brains? Still it looks pretty authentic. He had on a fake goatee also dyed red. Red-rimmed sunglasses hung on his face. A red shirt hung on his upper body with a lightening bolt on it. He wore silver metallic gloves. Red pants and red sneakers completed his Zapper's outfit.

Randy smiled showing a set of fake gold teeth. His sunglasses had pale blue rims, which matched his pale blue shirt stretched tightly across his rotund belly. He wore a jacket with black and white prison stripes and matching pants. He wore a ratty pair of old black converse sneakers. His character Snapper was as unkempt as his real character.

Tammy's friend Cindy came out. She had on a costume similar to Tammy and mine. Her leotard was white. She had red 'bikini' bottoms and a red mask raccoon mask. In the white circle on her chest stood a capital 'CN' with a 'T' underneath. Her gloves and boots were red. Her stockings were red and white candy striped.

As I approached Jeffery looked me over. Damn it sent shivers down my spine when a man did that.

"You look good Mom," he complimented me. It was amazing how good his complements made me feel. "You should loose the skirt though, it is to old school."

Loose the skirt, it felt like my only covering.

"Yeah Sofia," agreed Tammy, "look at me."

Hell, I did look at her. Not much modesty there. She used to be on my side on things like this, now she always seems to side with Jeffery.

"Oh," I yelped in surprise as Tammy pulled it down. The others just laughed. I felt like smacking my sister. Well it wasn't like the other women were showing any less. Shit, I showed more in a swimsuit.

"Time for our actor's mantra," Jeff interrupted my thoughts. "Now repeat after me."

"I am a method actor."

"I am a method actor," we chorused after him.

"As a method actor/actress, I feel what my character feels," he continued with us echoing him, the ladies substituting in 'actress' where the males used 'actor'. "I understand what my character understands. I enjoy what my character enjoys."

"I am an actor/actress, I will do what needs to be done for the sake of the story. I will not be bashful or hold back. I will do what my director asks of me to do."

"I love being an actor/actress. It makes me feel good. It is a honor and privilege to act."

The next few hours had us posing for cover shots. Jeffrey wanted to get us in some shots with all of us in costume at the same time. If we weren't in a shot, we sat on the side and either watched or played cards.

I was in most of the shots. The first few were of me solo. He had me making muscles and sticking out my chest. Damn if I wasn't getting more relaxed and more into it as we did it.

Then he had me buckle into a harness that left me suspended about three feet from the floor. With a fan directed at me he walked around me snapping pictures of me in flight.

Finally he had some action pictures of us fighting the villains. In one picture Randy, I mean Brawns; we are supposed to call each other our stage names so as not help us stay in character; holding me around the waste while I kicked out at his partner Zapper. With my feet out in front of me I was pressed firmly against the bulge in his pants. I found myself partly sickened and partly aroused by this.

After another hour of shots, he had us get in a group pose. I was at the center with the others crowded around me. I found their touch to be almost intoxicating.

I am afraid if it were not for synthetic clothe, I would have on dark spot between my legs. As it was, I could feel my moisture creeping down my thighs. Tammy crotch pressed against my thigh was not much drier.

"One last set of shots," Jeffrey announced. "This is a intro set for BB, Susie, Speedstar and Ramrod. Cindy, I might need you to help snap some pictures."

"Can I use the bathroom first," I asked. I really needed to dry myself off, maybe even get myself off while I was at it.

"Not just yet," Jeffery told me. "We are almost done."

With that he led us over to another part of the basement. This looked more like a medieval torture chamber with chains and ropes hanging about. A shiver went up my spine as we got closer. Again, I was caught between revulsion and excitement; excitement seemed to be winning the battle.

"While Speedstar and I finish set up here, I need you to take off your boots and tights," he instructs pointing to two sets of white sheets stretched taught off in one corner of the basement. "Viola, The changing room," he smiles. "Ladies to the right, men to the left."

Tammy and I head over there. He had quite and assortment of outfits, wigs, shoes and boots along the wall next to the changing room.

The corner of the basement was fairly dark and I was glad to see he had set up set several spot lights up along the wall for us to get dressed by. I turned on the light switch after we got back there. It was almost blinding.

We have to help each other get our boots off. Unsnapping my leotard, I turn my back to Susie and remove my tights. Fearing my soaking thong might show, I remove it and bundle it with my tights. I give my vagina a quick swipe with the bundle, soaking up as much extra moisture as I can. I turn around to see my sister trying to do the same thing.

We both grin sheepishly at each other realizing we have caught each other.

"We better get back out there," Tammy finally says.

Ramrod and Speedstar are finishing up with some ropes and pulleys.

"Now this is the whole crux of the comic," explained Jeffery pointing at the two sets of ropes. "The evil Ramrod has captured the superheroes. Tearing their tights off their legs, he ties them up. That is why I had you go to the changing room. Once in his fortress, he ties them up in a contraption that belies their strength. Then he awakens them."

"He then forces them to drink an exotic mixture. Afterward he again knocks them out and returns them to just outside their layer. If not for them being tied up with their tights, it could have all been a dream."

"I'll get BB setup if you get Susie setup," he tells Speedstar.

He handed some piece of equipment to Seepdstar that looked like it could be a beefed up retainer for someone with braces.

Holding up another one he informed me, "Ramrod uses these to keep his victims mouths open so he can pour in his evil potion." Having me turn around, he has me open my mouth while inserting the frame in. It snaps behind my head. 'My dentist should use one of these,' I think to myself as I mouth is pulled completely open.

He has me stand on three-foot high platform between two vertical supports that are ten feet apart. He straps leather wrist restraints on me. The restraints are attached to ropes that go through pulleys attached to the high ceiling where the vertical supports are attached.

While looking at me with a foolish grin, he walks over to one of the support and flips a lever. This seems to release weights tied to the other ends of the ropes. Simultaneously, both ropes pull tight actually causing me to rise onto my toes.

"Woohh!" escapes from my lips between the contraptions holding my mouth open.

"You should be able to pull your arm down a little of you try."

Sure enough, I could if I worked at it though it only seemed to lift me higher.

While I was suspended there, he hooked similar restraints to my ankles. I looked over at the pulleys attached to these and realized they were about waist high to my current position. Even as he flipped the next lever, I realized this was going to put me in an interesting position.

As the ropes around my ankles tighten, my feet are forced apart and lifting me about a foot and a half off the platform. If I work at it, I could keep my legs together but it took a lot of effort.

Smack!

"JEFFFRROWE," I try to holler through my mouthpiece as he smacks my but. My surprise causes me to loose some concentration and my feet slip farther apart.

"Remember, I am Ramrod right now," he tells me as he kicks the platform away that had been under my feet.

Some commotion in front of me makes me realize I am not the only one in such a compromising position. My sister hangs facing me about fifteen feet away.

"Now I need to take a few pictures while they are fresh," Ramrod tell Speedstar.f1

"Now try to hold your legs together," Ramrod instructs me as he walks around me taking pictures. My legs are getting shaky from the effort. Still I find some level of it all kind of excites me as he snaps some more pictures.

As he goes over to take some of Susie I find myself relaxing my legs as I go into a three-quarters split. Damn she is looking hot. I watch as Ramrod kneels behind her and snaps some shot of her but. I realized he must have snapped similar shots of mine.

A sensation between my legs makes me realize the fabric is beyond the point of saturation. I can hear the drip hit the floor. I want so desperately to cross my legs and hide this from my son but the effort is already too much.

"We need to make this more interesting," Ramrod grins.

He then goes to two sets of canisters, which I believe to be the weights pulling on one side of my arms and legs. He twists the valve in upper canister. Sand pours from this canister into the one below it. He goes over to my other side and performs the same act. I realize what is happening as the ropes on my arms start to slacken and the ropes on my ankles start to tighten.

"We need to make them look more worn out," Ramrod tells Speedstar as he hands him some baby oil.

Pulling up a stepladder, he applies oil to my face and neck with his bare hands. Every stray brush his arms make against my nipples forces me to a higher state. I find myself pushing my chest out hoping for another opportune brush. He seems to takes his time.

Getting down from the ladder, he begins applying the oil to my legs. Starting at my left ankle he begins to work his way up my calf one hand on either side. He stops only to re-oil his hands.

I find myself loosing all concentration as I am now pulled to a complete split. Stopping at my knee he move to the right side. I can't believe how disappointed I am that he did not continue down my thigh.

As he reaches my right knee, I find my body wreathing in ecstasy as I try to cause more friction.

"Aughhh," I groan as he continues down my thigh. 'Stop. No don't stop,' my thoughts cry out.

By now my arms to be a chest level in order to keep me from falling forward. The rope seems to have reached its end of movement. As Ramrod is concentrating on my legs, I allow my self to 'accidentally' rub my nipples. The efforts come less concealed as he nears my crotch.

He stops just short of it as he switches sides. Again the guilty and desire for release battle each other. As he nears my crotch I find myself wiggling as much as possible to press his hand against my vagina. A snap seems to have come loose as I feel his hand brush against my lips. I am so moist and loose his fingers seem to slide right into me.

"Nooohhhhh!" I groan as an intense orgasm courses through my body.

It is the feel of Jeffrey’s; I mean Ramrod's fingers brushing my sensitive lips several minutes latter that brings me back. He is resnapping my leotard.

"Your leotard must have come loose," I hear Ramrod tell me.

I can't believe I got off from my son's touch. 'No it was Ramrod's touch,' I try to console myself. Deep down I knew it was Jeffery’s touch.

"You are doing a great job of acting," he continued. "You are really looking the part."

I look over at my sister. She to is covered in oil and oblivious to me. Maybe she didn't see what just happened to me. Maybe Jeffery really believes it was just all acting. Maybe.

Jeffery cleans up his hands and grabs the camera. As good as the release felt, I find my arousal level growing again as he takes pictures.

Glancing past my breasts, I see him taking picture of me from below. I don't think he realized there was more than one button down there. It feels like the leotard is wedged fairly deep into my crevice.

Oh Damn, I can't believe how good I feel. It is so good to be admired. I feel so sexy when men admire me.

Ramrod goes over to Susie and starts shooting pictures. She seems to perk up with his attention. Looking at her I realize that it was more than just feeling like the leotard was wedged up my crotch. Her swollen pink lips almost touch across the strip of cloth.

My view is blocked as Ramrod pulls the stepladder back in front of me. He carries a cup up with him. I can smell the evil potion. I know that smell but I cannot place it.

"Head back," Ramrod forces my chin up. "Drink up." The warm bitter salty substance assaults my taste buds. It is actually good I realize as I swallow.

Flashes from the camera make me realize Seedstar has joined us and is snapping pictures of me drinking. I had almost forgotten this was a comic book story. Definitely more of a teenage boy's comic book. I suppose some girls mike like it. Hell, I might like it.

The then go over to my sidekick and perform the same ritual. Maybe now we can get down.

"We might as well do the last sequence of this shoot," He tells us as he starts to loosen one ankle. "You have to collapse on the ground when I let you down. Ramrod and Speedstar are going to retie you and drop you back at your head quarters."

It won't be hard to fake a collapse, I grin to myself. Speedstar is still snapping pictures as Ramrod undoes my ankles. I slither down Ramrod as he half catches me.

I can't believe how tempting it is to grab the bulge in his pants as I pass by.

"Remember to hold character," Ramrod calls out as Speedstar continue to record my fall with the camera.

As my face comes in contact with the floor I feel wetness on my cheek. The aroma reminds me that this is a puddle of my own cum.

Hold character, I remind myself as more of my face comes in contact with it.

Ramrod cuts our tights each into four lengths. First he ties my hands behind my back with one length. Then he secures my ankles. Finally he removes the headgear off me and shoves one wad of tights into my mouth while securing it with the third tied around my head. He must have not realized that my thong wrapped the tights.

Shit, not only any I lying in my own cum but I also have my cum soaked tights in my mouth. As disgusting as it sounds, I had to admit that they were flavorful.

They leave me lying there as they go over to my sister.

Speedstar help her down as Ramrod takes the pictures. As he ties her up I realize that he is using light green tights, my tights. That means the cum soaked tights in my mouth are my sisters. If I could, I would have broken character and spit them out right there.

Calling Candy over, Ramrod directs her to take pictures as the two of them as they lift us in a fireman’s carry. One arm is between my hot sensitive thighs and the other wrapped around my arm as I am draped over his shoulder. I want to squeeze his arm between my thighs but I am supposed to be unconscious at this point. Starting downward my attention is drawn to his cute but.

Setting us in front of the blue screen, Ramrod takes the camera back from Candy and snaps some more pictures.

"There friend Candy the Null finds them out there and is in shock," the director narrates.

I see Candy's feet as she approaches. A gasp of surprise comes out of her mouth. She then begins to untie us first our ankles and then our wrists.

As we rub our ankles and wrists, Candy asks, "What happened?"

"Your memory is vague and will only come completely clear as the story unfolds," the Director tells us from the side.

It is only then that we realize we still have gags in our mouths. Quickly we both remove them.

"It is all kind of fuzzy," I tell her. And strangely enough it is kind of fuzzy. I can remember parts of being tied up. I even realize what was in my mouth, but it is not all that clear.

"Same here," echoes Susie.

"Well lets get you inside," Candy helps them up before proceeding before them.

Glancing over at Susie I give her a queer smile as I had her thong and the remains of her tights. Sheepishly she returns mine. It is only after several flashes that I realize we had done that in front of the camera.

"I think I am just going to make a new outfit," I tell Tammy. "I don't think it will ever feel truly clean again."

Tammy nods in agreement.

"Wait," Jeffery tells us as he overhears my comments. "You will need those outfits later. And don't wash them. You can make another set for the other shoots."

That seems so gross but he is the director. At least I can make a second outfit. I can already think of a few changes. Maybe more of a scoop neck and higher hip openings. I want to make sure the guys still notice me with all these half clothed women around.