Jess Tracy sat at her desk, her face a mask of gritty concern. Around her were four of her five daughters. Harriet sat on the rectangular bench seat in the middle of the room. Next to her sat Joanne. Joanne's twin sister, Virginia had just entered the room and sat to one side in a large leather armchair, while Glenda stood imposingly next to Virginia with her arms crossed and legs stridently set apart emphasising her athletic build. It was the absence of one daughter that was causing Jess Tracy and her daughter's their immediate concern.
How could there be this problem on their first training mission? Was it just an equipment failure or was it sabotage by the Hood, that evil man who they had now learnt was desperate to access their secret Plunderbird technology?
There was only one way to find out and it had to start immediately. Mrs Tracy looked at the twins and stated the order that they all knew was their impending mission.
"Joanne and Virginia; I want you to take Plunderbird 2 immediately to the Danger Zone and find out what has happened with PLB1. Report on your observations before you touch down. Take Optional Vehicles & Accessories number 2 with the rescue kit. Plunderbirds are GO!"
Even before she had uttered the last command, Harriet had risen from the bench seat to let Virginia seat down next to Joanne. Joanne lifted a cover under the seat and pressed a concealed switch. The hum of distant motors preceded the separation of the floor under the bench seat and two sets of lap restraints emerged from the sides of the seat to secure Joanne and Virginia as the couch lowered into the concealed depths of the Plunderbird hanger.
Barely two minutes later, the massive PLB2 carrying OVA2 slipped quietly out of the hanger then powerfully rose airborne in a low forward trajectory across the open sea that surrounded the tropical recluse of Tracy Island and raced to the desert danger zone where they would search for Sharon and Sinsin.
Joanne and Virginia
As soon as their flight plan was logged into the sophisticated computer navigation program, the girls changed into their Plunderbird uniforms. Joanne noticed that Virginia was wearing a G string and that no bushy pubes were visible around the thin strip of underwear.
"Hey Virginia, what have you been up to? When did you get the Brazillian?"
"Sinsin told me about it and so I let her do a full wax. It really hurt when she did it, but now it feels great!"
Joanne immediately decided that she too would get tidied up when they returned to base.
As they approached the danger zone the sun was moving low on the horizon towards dusk. They reduced altitude to escape the radio gaze of the regional armed forces but a dune that was higher than the others suddenly appeared in front of the speeding craft. Joanne quickly applied the air brakes and took evasive action but the speed of their travel caused them to clip the top of the dune, spreading a large plume of sand across their bow. Her vision was immediately obscured and she knew that she had to quickly land the craft. Another dune blocked their trajectory and the large machine hit it heavily, the sound of crunching metal crushing the OVA within the frame of the transport craft.
The fall had structurally damaged the access door to the OVA into a twisted mass of metal and equipment. Immediately Joanne and Virginia checked that an evacuation was not demanded then peered through the doorway at the precious cargo of rescue equipment and wondered how long it would take for them to physically open the protective cage door as all their high tech metal cutting equipment was out of reach inside the damaged OVA. Their situation was worsened by the odour of spilt fuel emanating from a jerry can that had been ruptured by the impact.
The desert sun beat down on the hull of the stricken Plunderbird. A shaft of direct sun reflected through a fallen glass bulb and was concentrated into an angry beam of heated light visible to the eye as it picked up fragments of dust shaken free during the crash to ground. As the dust inside the OVA settled, the beam of intense light penetrated onto a pile of papers that had fallen to the floor in a dishevelled heap.
Under the intense desert afternoon heat the stack of paper blackened, smoked and now was only moments away from igniting into an angry lick of flame that would quickly consume the dried paper sheets and likely trigger an explosion of spilt fuel from the ruptured jerry can.
They both knew that they had to extinguish the fire quickly before it ignited the fuel, but the bent and tangled bars of the OVA kept them tantalisingly out of reach of the smoking paper fuel. They tried a CO2 fire extinguisher but it did not have the range to reach the target, the gas only briefly delaying the ignition as the cloud of gas interrupted the stream of harsh sunlight. They quickly assessed all their possible options but came up empty and felt a sense of impending disaster.
Reluctantly Virginia knew how only she could put saturate the paper stack from 3 metres away. She knew that only she was able to shoot a stream of liquid over 3 metres, enough to saturate the pile of paper. She knew that the way to do this was to masturbate to orgasm. She knew that when she masturbated herself to orgasm her body's reaction to the passion that gripped her was more powerful than she could control. In the throes of orgasm her body convulsed and in orgasm she would squirt a stream of what she called her "love juice" powerful enough to hit the ceiling of her room. If she could orgasm right here and now she could save them from this disaster.
She looked at her beautiful sibling and decided that she must act now.
"Don't judge me sister but just help me here." she said as she started to disrobe.
"What are you going to do? Piss on it? You'll never make the distance!"