CHAPTER 1 OH, WHAT A STICKY WEB WE WEAVE
JODY FRY ARRIVED BACK AT HER APARTMENT ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF METRO CITY. IT HAD BEEN ANOTHER TIRING DAY FOR THE METRO CITY UNIVERSITY LIBRARIAN. SHE KICKED OFF HER HIGH HEEL SHOES AND DROPPED TO THE COUCH WITH A COPY OF THE METRO CITY DAILY NEWS. THE HEADLINES IMMEDIATELY GRABBED HER ATTENTION. “METRO BAY MILLIONAIRESS KIDNAPPED FROM HAIR SALON! POLICE SUSPECT HILDA THE EVIL HAIRDRESSER.” JODY COULDN’T BELIEVER HER EYES. IT WASN’T THAT LONG AGO WHEN SHE HAD PUT HILDA AND HER FIENDISH ASSISTANTS CURLS AND GOLDIE LOCKS AWAY.
JODY: I CAN’T BELIEVE THEY’VE ESCAPED AND WHY KIDNAPP MS. LAJOUR? HMMM, LET’S SEE…SHE’S ONLY METRO CITY’S MOST RENOWNED FASHION DESIGNER. HER DESIGNS ARE KNOWN ALL OVER THE WORLD; I BET HILDA INTENDS TO USE HER TO FURTHER HER FIENDISH CRIMINAL PLANS TO DOMINATE THE METRO CITY FASHION TRADE.
JODY QUICLKLY RACED TO HER COMPUTER AND SEARCHED FOR ANY RECENT HAIR SALON OPENINGS IN METRO CITY.
JODY: “KINKY LOCKS CUTS” 919 ABANDONED WAREHOUSE ROAD? NOW WHO WOULD OPEN A HAIR SALON IN A DESERTED INDUSTRIAL AREA? ONLY ONE DEMENTED CRIMAL THAT I KNOW OF AND HER TWO NUTTY COMPANIONS. I BETTER TURN INTO CRIMSON GIRL AND GET THERE BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE. JODY HEADED INTO A BACK ROOM EQUIPPED WITH THE LATEST IN CRIME FIGHTING EQUIPMENT. THERE WERE COMPUTERS AND MONITORS ALONG WITH A WELL EQUIPPED CRIME LAB. IT WAS OBVIOUS THAY JODY FRY WAS NO ORDINARY LIBRARIAN. SHE ENTERED A GLASS CYLINDER TUBE AND THE GLASS DOOR SWISHED SHUT FOLLOWED BY A FLASH OF LITE AND SUDDENLY SHE WAS TRANSFORMED INTO A SHAPELY SUPERHEROINE. JODY NOW WORE A CRIMSON LEATHER LEOTARD WHICH SHE DESIGNED IN HONOR OF HER HERO O-GIRL. THE LEOTARD HAD LONG SLEEVES WITH GLOVES AND HAD AN OVAL CUT OUT OVER THE UPPER CHEST. SHE WAS FITTED IN BLACK NYLONS THAT HUGGED HER SHAPELY LEGS AND WORE CRIMSON ANKLE BOOTS WITH THREE INCH HEELS. CRIMSON GIRL’S SHORT BLONDE HAIR WAS SHOULDER LENGTH AND HER OUTFIT GREATLY COMPLIMENTED HER
5 FOOT 7 INCH FRAME. CRIMSON GIRL SNAPPED ON HER THIN YELLOW UTILITY BELT AND PULLED A BOOK OUT OF THE TALL BOOKCASE. WITHIN SECONDS THE HUGE BOOKCASE SLID OPEN REVEALING ANOTHER ROOM CONTAINING HER CRIMSON SPORTS CAR WITH THE INITIALS CG SPRAWLED ACROSS THE HOOD. CRIMSON GIRL JUMPED IN THE VEHICLE PUSHED A SWITCH AND A DOOR OPENED PROVIDING ACCESS TO A BACK ALLEY. CRIMSON GIRL SPED OUT THE DOOR INTO THE ALLEY AND THE DOOR QUICKLY CLOSED BEHIND HER. JODY RACED THROUGH THE STREETS OF METRO CITY HEADING TO EVIL HILDA’S LAIR. ONLY ONE QUESTIOND REMAINED, WOULD CRIMSON GIRL GET THERE IN TIME TO SAVE MS. LAJOUR? CRIMSON GIRL ALSO KNEW SHE HAD TO BE CAREFUL—SHE HAD FALLEN INTO HILDA’S TRAPS BEFORE. THIS TIME SHE FELT SHE HAD THE UPPER HAND. STAY TUNED FOR OUR NEXT CHAPTER.
CRIMSON GIRL VS. HILDA THE EVIL HAIRDRESSER
-
superpics4les
- Elder Member
- Posts: 493
- Joined: 21 years ago
- Location: Indiana USA
Interesting and quirky premise you have there, omike! I'd like to see more of this one! I LOVE O-Girl's adventures so this really appeals to me!
Just as a side note, try breaking the story into more paragraphs. Makes for an easier read. Looking forward to the next chapter! 8)
Just as a side note, try breaking the story into more paragraphs. Makes for an easier read. Looking forward to the next chapter! 8)
"I will not fear. Fear is the mind-killer." - Paul Atredes
CRIMSON GIRL VS. HILDA THE EVIL HAIRDRESSER PT 2
CHAPTER 2 “HILDA’S EXTRA HOLD HAIRSPRAY”
CRIMSON GIRL CAREFULLY STAKED OUT THE “KINKY LOCKS CUTS” HAIR SALON IN THE ABANDONED WAREHOUSE DISTRICT OF METRO CITY. SHE PARKED HER DISTINCTIVE SPORTS CAR BLOCKS AWAY SO AS NOT TO DRAW ANY ATTENTION. IT APPEARED THE SALON WAS CLOSED AND NO LIGHTS WERE ON IN THE BUILDING.
“IT LOOKS LIKE HILDA AND HER HAIR RAISING ACCOMPLICES ARE OUT FOR THE EVENING. JUST PERECT FOR ME TO HAVE A SNOOP AROUND,” CRIMSON GIRL SAID SMILING TO HERSELF. SHE USED A LOCK PICK IN HER YELLOW UTILITY BELT, OPENED THE LOCK AND LET HERSELF INTO HILDA’S EVIL LAIR.
SHE CREPT INSIDE SILENTLY AND CLOSED THE BLINDS TO THE SALON. “NOW LET’S SEE IF I CAN SHINE A LITTLE LIGHT IN HERE,” CRIMSON GIRL THOUGHT TO HERSELF AS SHE SWITCHED ON THE SALON’S BRIGHT LIGHTS. IN FACT THEY WERE SO BRIGHT; IT TOOK SEVERAL MOMENTS FOR CRIMSON GIRL’S EYES TO ADJUST. SUDDENLY AS SHE REGAINED HER COMPOSURE SHE NOTICED TWO GORGEOUS FEMALES STANDING JUST FEET AWAY.
“WELL, LOOK WHAT WE HAVE HERE GOLDIE LOCKS!” CURLS SQUEEKED WITH DELIGHT.
“YEAH CURLS, IF IT ISN’T THE CURVACEOUS CRIMSON GIRL,”
GOLDIE LOCKS REPLIED WITH AN EQUALLY DEVILISH GRIN, “WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE, NEED ANOTHER DYE JOB CRIMSON CUTIE?”
“WELL, I WOULDN’T TALK ABOUT DYE JOBS GIRLS, LOOKS LIKE YOU BOTH HAVE CORNERED THE MARKET ON THEM,” CRIMSON GIRL RETORTED WITH A WRY SMILE AS SHE PUT HER HANDS TO HER CURVY HIPS.
GOLDIE LOCKS AND CURLS LOOKED AMAZING IN THEIR ATTIRE, BOTH WEARING BLACK SHINY LEOTARDS WITH BLACK NYLONS AND HIGH HEELED KNEE HIGH BOOTS. IT WAS QUITE OBVIOUS THEY BOTH HAD THEIR HAIR DYED, CURLS JET BLACK AND GOLDIE LOCKS BLONDE. BOTH REALLY FILLED OUT THEIR LEOTARDS AND THIS DANGEROULY DISTRACTED CRIMSON GIRL.
BEFORE SHE KNEW IT BOTH OF THEM ATTACKED HER SIMULTANEOUSLY, BUT SHE WAS TOO QUICK AND KICKED THEM BOTH BACK INTO THE WALL. CRIMSON GIRL THEN PICKED UP CURLS AND SLAMMED HER INTO THE WALL AGAIN AND QUICKLY TURNED AROUND TO KICK GOLDIE LOCKS JUST AS SHE SPRUNG TOWARD HER. IT WAS OBVIOUS THE LADIES WERE NO MATCH FOR METRO CITY’S CRIMSON BEAUTY. AS HILDA’S EVIL ASSISTANTS LIE ON THE FLOOR BOTH BARELY CONCIOUS, CRIMSON GIRL STOOD TRIUMPHANTLY STARING DOWN AT THEM.
“LET THAT BE A LESSON TO YOU LADIES, YOU SHOULD STICK TO HAIRDRESSING,” CRIMSON GIRL TAUNTED UNAWARE OF THE FIGURE NOW STANDING DIRECTLY BEHIND HER.
SUDDENLY, FEELING A PRESENCE BEHIND HER, CRIMSON GIRL SPUN AROUND TO SEE HILDA DRESSED IN HER CUSTOMARY BLACK CAT SUIT. HILDA’S DARK BLACK SHORT HAIR WAS PERFECT AS USUAL AS SHE STOOD HANDS ON HIPS GLARING AT CRIMSON GIRL.
“WELL HILDA, I WONDERED WHEN YOU’D MAKE YOUR ENTRANCE,” CRIMSON GIRL SAID SARCASTICALLTY.
“WELL CRIMSON GIRL; I SEE YOU’RE STILL QUITE QUICK ON YOUR FEET. BUT YOU SHOULD KNOW BY NOW I NEVER PLAY FAIR.”
“OH, I’M QUITE AWARE OF THAT YOU EVIL NO GOODER, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MS. LAJOUR?”
“YOU’LL FIND OUT SOON ENOUGH MY CRIMSON CAPTIVE, GRAB HER GIRLS!” CRIMSON GIRL HAD FALLEN INTO HILDA’S TRAP. WHILE THEY BOTH EXCHANGED GREETINGS CURLS AND GOLDIE LOCKS HAD RECOVERED AND THIS TIME THEY WERE ARMED WITH HILDA’S FAMED EXTRA HOLD HAIRSPRAY.
SUDDENLY JUST AS CRIMSON GIRL TURNED, CURLS THREW A SMALL NET OVER CRIMSON GIRL’S HEAD AND SHOULDERS (PARDON THE PUN), IT WAS JUST ENOUGH TO FRUSTRATE OUR SHAPELY SUPERHEROINE, THE ASSISTANTS THEN COMMENCED TO SPAYING CRIMSON GIRL’S NYLON COVERED LEGS WITH HILDA’S NEFARIOUS HAIRSPRAY. THE GIRLS WERE RELENTLESS AND BY THE TIME CRIMSON GIRL REMOVED THE NET FROM HER UPPER BODY SHE WAS STRUGGLING TO MOVE HER LEGS.
“MY LEGS! SO STICKY, CAN’T MOVE! WHAT IS THIS STUFF! ERGGGGGGGGGH!”
“IT’S MY LONG LASTING EXTRA HOLD HAIRSPRAY DESIGNED FOR PESKY SUPER HEROINES SUCH AS YOU CRIMSON GIRL. GO AHEAD AND STRUGGLE ALL YOU WANT, IT WILL DO YOU NO GOOD.”
“YOU EVIL WITCH, YOU WON’T GET AWAY WITH THIS!” CRIMSON GIRL SHOUTED IN FRUSTRATION HER HANDS NOW GLUED TO HER LEGS.
JUST THEN HILDA APPROACHED CRIMSON GIRL AND BLEW A PURPLE POWDER INTO HER FACE. CRIMSON GIRL KNOCKED OUT IMMEDIATELY STILL STANDING WITH HER LEGS FIRMLY GLUED TO THE FLOOR. HER TORSO BENT OVER FACING DOWNWARD SHE IS OUT FOR THE COUNT AND TOTALLY IN HILDA’S CLUTCHES.
“GOOD JOB LADIES! NOW USE THE SOLVENT TO FREE OUR CAPTIVES GORGEOUS PINS AND PREPARE HER FOR HER NEXT HAIR RAISING ADVENTURE!” HILDA LOST TOTAL CONTROL WITH HER HUMOROUS PLAY ON WORDS AND THE ASSISTANTS WENT TO WORK FREEING CRIMSON GIRL FROM THE STICKY ADHESIVE. THEY THEN CARRIED HER OFF FOR SOME DIABOLICAL NEXT ADVENTURE.
OH WHAT PLANS DOES HILDA HAVE FOR CRIMSON GIRL?
WILL THE WACKY HAIRDRESSER AND HER EVIL HENCHWOMEN HAVE THE LAST LAUGH?
STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER
CRIMSON GIRL CAREFULLY STAKED OUT THE “KINKY LOCKS CUTS” HAIR SALON IN THE ABANDONED WAREHOUSE DISTRICT OF METRO CITY. SHE PARKED HER DISTINCTIVE SPORTS CAR BLOCKS AWAY SO AS NOT TO DRAW ANY ATTENTION. IT APPEARED THE SALON WAS CLOSED AND NO LIGHTS WERE ON IN THE BUILDING.
“IT LOOKS LIKE HILDA AND HER HAIR RAISING ACCOMPLICES ARE OUT FOR THE EVENING. JUST PERECT FOR ME TO HAVE A SNOOP AROUND,” CRIMSON GIRL SAID SMILING TO HERSELF. SHE USED A LOCK PICK IN HER YELLOW UTILITY BELT, OPENED THE LOCK AND LET HERSELF INTO HILDA’S EVIL LAIR.
SHE CREPT INSIDE SILENTLY AND CLOSED THE BLINDS TO THE SALON. “NOW LET’S SEE IF I CAN SHINE A LITTLE LIGHT IN HERE,” CRIMSON GIRL THOUGHT TO HERSELF AS SHE SWITCHED ON THE SALON’S BRIGHT LIGHTS. IN FACT THEY WERE SO BRIGHT; IT TOOK SEVERAL MOMENTS FOR CRIMSON GIRL’S EYES TO ADJUST. SUDDENLY AS SHE REGAINED HER COMPOSURE SHE NOTICED TWO GORGEOUS FEMALES STANDING JUST FEET AWAY.
“WELL, LOOK WHAT WE HAVE HERE GOLDIE LOCKS!” CURLS SQUEEKED WITH DELIGHT.
“YEAH CURLS, IF IT ISN’T THE CURVACEOUS CRIMSON GIRL,”
GOLDIE LOCKS REPLIED WITH AN EQUALLY DEVILISH GRIN, “WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE, NEED ANOTHER DYE JOB CRIMSON CUTIE?”
“WELL, I WOULDN’T TALK ABOUT DYE JOBS GIRLS, LOOKS LIKE YOU BOTH HAVE CORNERED THE MARKET ON THEM,” CRIMSON GIRL RETORTED WITH A WRY SMILE AS SHE PUT HER HANDS TO HER CURVY HIPS.
GOLDIE LOCKS AND CURLS LOOKED AMAZING IN THEIR ATTIRE, BOTH WEARING BLACK SHINY LEOTARDS WITH BLACK NYLONS AND HIGH HEELED KNEE HIGH BOOTS. IT WAS QUITE OBVIOUS THEY BOTH HAD THEIR HAIR DYED, CURLS JET BLACK AND GOLDIE LOCKS BLONDE. BOTH REALLY FILLED OUT THEIR LEOTARDS AND THIS DANGEROULY DISTRACTED CRIMSON GIRL.
BEFORE SHE KNEW IT BOTH OF THEM ATTACKED HER SIMULTANEOUSLY, BUT SHE WAS TOO QUICK AND KICKED THEM BOTH BACK INTO THE WALL. CRIMSON GIRL THEN PICKED UP CURLS AND SLAMMED HER INTO THE WALL AGAIN AND QUICKLY TURNED AROUND TO KICK GOLDIE LOCKS JUST AS SHE SPRUNG TOWARD HER. IT WAS OBVIOUS THE LADIES WERE NO MATCH FOR METRO CITY’S CRIMSON BEAUTY. AS HILDA’S EVIL ASSISTANTS LIE ON THE FLOOR BOTH BARELY CONCIOUS, CRIMSON GIRL STOOD TRIUMPHANTLY STARING DOWN AT THEM.
“LET THAT BE A LESSON TO YOU LADIES, YOU SHOULD STICK TO HAIRDRESSING,” CRIMSON GIRL TAUNTED UNAWARE OF THE FIGURE NOW STANDING DIRECTLY BEHIND HER.
SUDDENLY, FEELING A PRESENCE BEHIND HER, CRIMSON GIRL SPUN AROUND TO SEE HILDA DRESSED IN HER CUSTOMARY BLACK CAT SUIT. HILDA’S DARK BLACK SHORT HAIR WAS PERFECT AS USUAL AS SHE STOOD HANDS ON HIPS GLARING AT CRIMSON GIRL.
“WELL HILDA, I WONDERED WHEN YOU’D MAKE YOUR ENTRANCE,” CRIMSON GIRL SAID SARCASTICALLTY.
“WELL CRIMSON GIRL; I SEE YOU’RE STILL QUITE QUICK ON YOUR FEET. BUT YOU SHOULD KNOW BY NOW I NEVER PLAY FAIR.”
“OH, I’M QUITE AWARE OF THAT YOU EVIL NO GOODER, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MS. LAJOUR?”
“YOU’LL FIND OUT SOON ENOUGH MY CRIMSON CAPTIVE, GRAB HER GIRLS!” CRIMSON GIRL HAD FALLEN INTO HILDA’S TRAP. WHILE THEY BOTH EXCHANGED GREETINGS CURLS AND GOLDIE LOCKS HAD RECOVERED AND THIS TIME THEY WERE ARMED WITH HILDA’S FAMED EXTRA HOLD HAIRSPRAY.
SUDDENLY JUST AS CRIMSON GIRL TURNED, CURLS THREW A SMALL NET OVER CRIMSON GIRL’S HEAD AND SHOULDERS (PARDON THE PUN), IT WAS JUST ENOUGH TO FRUSTRATE OUR SHAPELY SUPERHEROINE, THE ASSISTANTS THEN COMMENCED TO SPAYING CRIMSON GIRL’S NYLON COVERED LEGS WITH HILDA’S NEFARIOUS HAIRSPRAY. THE GIRLS WERE RELENTLESS AND BY THE TIME CRIMSON GIRL REMOVED THE NET FROM HER UPPER BODY SHE WAS STRUGGLING TO MOVE HER LEGS.
“MY LEGS! SO STICKY, CAN’T MOVE! WHAT IS THIS STUFF! ERGGGGGGGGGH!”
“IT’S MY LONG LASTING EXTRA HOLD HAIRSPRAY DESIGNED FOR PESKY SUPER HEROINES SUCH AS YOU CRIMSON GIRL. GO AHEAD AND STRUGGLE ALL YOU WANT, IT WILL DO YOU NO GOOD.”
“YOU EVIL WITCH, YOU WON’T GET AWAY WITH THIS!” CRIMSON GIRL SHOUTED IN FRUSTRATION HER HANDS NOW GLUED TO HER LEGS.
JUST THEN HILDA APPROACHED CRIMSON GIRL AND BLEW A PURPLE POWDER INTO HER FACE. CRIMSON GIRL KNOCKED OUT IMMEDIATELY STILL STANDING WITH HER LEGS FIRMLY GLUED TO THE FLOOR. HER TORSO BENT OVER FACING DOWNWARD SHE IS OUT FOR THE COUNT AND TOTALLY IN HILDA’S CLUTCHES.
“GOOD JOB LADIES! NOW USE THE SOLVENT TO FREE OUR CAPTIVES GORGEOUS PINS AND PREPARE HER FOR HER NEXT HAIR RAISING ADVENTURE!” HILDA LOST TOTAL CONTROL WITH HER HUMOROUS PLAY ON WORDS AND THE ASSISTANTS WENT TO WORK FREEING CRIMSON GIRL FROM THE STICKY ADHESIVE. THEY THEN CARRIED HER OFF FOR SOME DIABOLICAL NEXT ADVENTURE.
OH WHAT PLANS DOES HILDA HAVE FOR CRIMSON GIRL?
WILL THE WACKY HAIRDRESSER AND HER EVIL HENCHWOMEN HAVE THE LAST LAUGH?
STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER
CH 3 "Anti Stick Nylons"
Crimson Girl finally started to come around; slowly she threw off the affects of Hilda’s knockout gas. “Where am I? I can’t move my arms or legs….ehhhhhhhhh. I’m trapped in some sort of plastic wrap.” Crimson Girl also noticed she was lying on some sort of conveyor belt with a large box behind her. She saw Hilda enter the room with her evil assistants and knew she would soon get a detailed briefing on her impending doom.
“Well, it’s about time you rejoined us Crimson Girl and that’s no ordinary plastic wrap my sweet. It’s my new invention designed just for you. If you take a look behind you, you’ll see my heat box. It will heat up that shrink wrap covering your delicious body and squeeze you to death. No more nosey blonde in a red leotard with tights to foil my plans. Sounds good, eh Crimson Girl?” Hilda asked with her devilish and sarcastic tone.
“You’re crazy you witch! Let me go now! This wrap…..so tight….already suffocating me. Must break free” Crimson girl twisted feverishly on the conveyor belt hoping somehow to free herself from the plastic wrap. The more she struggled the more the ladies seemed to enjoy the show. Hilda walked over to the foot of the conveyor belt and flipped a switch. Suddenly Crimson Girl was moving slowly towards the heater box. In just minutes the heat from box would constrict the plastic wrap around her body.
“Crimson girl, I really enjoyed our little sparring matches but now I have to tend to business. I’ve placed a video camera right above you to capture your last moments. This video will give me so much pleasure in the future. Come ladies, we have other business to attend to such as withdrawing some more of Ms. Lajour’s money from the Metro City Bank. Bye bye Crimson captive!”
“You fiendish quack! You’ll never get away with this!! So tight……I can barely breathe! Must find a way out of here before I reach the box.”
The only portion of Crimson Girl not wrapped in the plastic wrap was her head now covered in sweat as she neared the heater box. She twisted in her binds but it was of no use. In just a couple of more minutes the heat from the heater box would force the plastic sheet to squeeze her last breath away. And all the while Hilda’s camera captured all of Crimson Girl’s vain struggles. Now she was just seconds away and she could feel the heat sucking the oxygen out of the air. What a diabolical trap Hilda had designed this time. There was no way out, she was trapped and was suddenly resigned to her fate. When suddenly a woman dressed in a white blouse, black mini skirt and black nylons frantically entered the room.
“Crimson Girl!! Hold on, I’ll get you out of there!”
“Ms. Lajuour! Please hurry….I can’t take this…can’t breathe….trapped in this plastic wrap….ergggggggggggghhhh!” Crimson Girl now squirming uncontrollably gasped struggling for air.
Ms. Lajour flipped the switch on the conveyor belt and it stopped with Crimson Girl’s head just inches from the box opening.
“Now, to get that plastic wrap off your body…what can I use?” Ms. Lajour asked looking around the room for anything to help free Crimson Girl.
“Oh please hurry! I’m so hot….can’t breath!
Suddenly Ms. Lajour spotted a devise labeled plastic shrink wrap dissolver, perfect she thought to herself and within seconds started spraying Crimson Girl’s torso. Within seconds the wrap began to loosen and then break apart. Crimson Girl rolled off the conveyor belt desperately trying to catch her breath.
“Just 10 more seconds and I’d be done for Ms. Lajour…I can’t thank you enough! Where did you come from?”
“I was locked away in the dungeon but I was able to sneak out through the air shaft. That was tight fitting I can tell you but I made it ok.”
“Yes…I guess it pays to take care of your figure, eh?”
“Yeah, Crimson Girl and I can say the same for you. I just love your outfit…you’ll have to give me the name of your designer.”
“No time for that now Ms. Lajour. I need to catch up with Hilda and her cohorts before they steal your bank account blank.”
“Yes, of course Crimson Girl…I’ll call commissioner Mooney and catch up to you at the bank.”
“Thank’s Ms. Lajour, you’re a fine citizen of Metro City. I owe you one big time.”
Several minutes later at the Metro City bank Hilda hands over a letter to the bank president. The letter signed by Ms. Dorothy Lajour directs the withdrawal of five million dollars to be transferred to Ms. Hilda’s off-shore bank account. The bookish bank teller gasps at the instructions and looks back at Hilda and her assistants with a puzzled look.
“Ma’am, I’ll need to get my boss. This is way out of my league.”
“Go ahead my pretty; I’m sure you’ll find everything on the level.” Hilda smiles devilishly at her partners in crime.
“In just a few minutes I’ll have Ms. Lajour’s fortune and then it’s fun in the sun for us girls.”
“Too bad Crimson Girl can’t come with us Hilda” Curls sighed.
“Don’t worry ladies I’m sure Crimson Girl has much more breathtaking adventures to deal with” Hilda replied bringing giggles from her assistants.
“I’m afraid you’re wrong Hilda!”
What’s this? Crimson Girl alive? Can it be?
“Crimson Girl! What, how can you, it’s impossible. Get her girls!”
And with that command the fight breaks out but it just takes Crimson Girl seconds, using her stun spray from her utility belt, to restrain Curls and Goldie Locks. She races toward Hilda stopping just a few feet away and placing her hands on her hips.
“Well, Hilda it looks like it’s just you and I my dear and I believe you’re all out of tricks.”
“Think again Crimson Girl!”
Hilda pulls a can of extra hold hair spray and begins spraying Crimson Girl’s black nylon covered legs.
“Time for another dose of my special formula to immobilize you dear.”
However the spray doesn’t work and Crimson Girls laughs wickedly.
“What, it’s not working! What’s wrong with my spray?”
“It’s thanks to Ms. Lajour, Hilda. She loaned me a pair of her anti-stick nylons designed to counteract your sticky spray. Now let’s have a fair fight!”
Crimson Girl delivers a right cross to Hilda’s jaw sending the villain flying back into the wall unconscious. Suddenly Ms. Lajour and Commissioner Mooney enter the bank with the rest of Metro Bay’s finest..
“Crimson Girl! I hope we got here fast enough?” Commissioner Mooney asked desperately.
“Yes, commissioner and thanks in no small part to Ms. Lajour’s divine tights.”
“I don’t understand Crimson Girl?” The commissioner puzzled by Crimson Girl’s reply.
“Forget it commissioner, I’ll explain it to you another time. My job is done here and I must be on my way. Who knows what other villains are roaming the streets of Metro Bay.”
And with that our hero speeds out of the bank having saved the day and the fortune of Ms. Lajour.
“Well, it’s about time you rejoined us Crimson Girl and that’s no ordinary plastic wrap my sweet. It’s my new invention designed just for you. If you take a look behind you, you’ll see my heat box. It will heat up that shrink wrap covering your delicious body and squeeze you to death. No more nosey blonde in a red leotard with tights to foil my plans. Sounds good, eh Crimson Girl?” Hilda asked with her devilish and sarcastic tone.
“You’re crazy you witch! Let me go now! This wrap…..so tight….already suffocating me. Must break free” Crimson girl twisted feverishly on the conveyor belt hoping somehow to free herself from the plastic wrap. The more she struggled the more the ladies seemed to enjoy the show. Hilda walked over to the foot of the conveyor belt and flipped a switch. Suddenly Crimson Girl was moving slowly towards the heater box. In just minutes the heat from box would constrict the plastic wrap around her body.
“Crimson girl, I really enjoyed our little sparring matches but now I have to tend to business. I’ve placed a video camera right above you to capture your last moments. This video will give me so much pleasure in the future. Come ladies, we have other business to attend to such as withdrawing some more of Ms. Lajour’s money from the Metro City Bank. Bye bye Crimson captive!”
“You fiendish quack! You’ll never get away with this!! So tight……I can barely breathe! Must find a way out of here before I reach the box.”
The only portion of Crimson Girl not wrapped in the plastic wrap was her head now covered in sweat as she neared the heater box. She twisted in her binds but it was of no use. In just a couple of more minutes the heat from the heater box would force the plastic sheet to squeeze her last breath away. And all the while Hilda’s camera captured all of Crimson Girl’s vain struggles. Now she was just seconds away and she could feel the heat sucking the oxygen out of the air. What a diabolical trap Hilda had designed this time. There was no way out, she was trapped and was suddenly resigned to her fate. When suddenly a woman dressed in a white blouse, black mini skirt and black nylons frantically entered the room.
“Crimson Girl!! Hold on, I’ll get you out of there!”
“Ms. Lajuour! Please hurry….I can’t take this…can’t breathe….trapped in this plastic wrap….ergggggggggggghhhh!” Crimson Girl now squirming uncontrollably gasped struggling for air.
Ms. Lajour flipped the switch on the conveyor belt and it stopped with Crimson Girl’s head just inches from the box opening.
“Now, to get that plastic wrap off your body…what can I use?” Ms. Lajour asked looking around the room for anything to help free Crimson Girl.
“Oh please hurry! I’m so hot….can’t breath!
Suddenly Ms. Lajour spotted a devise labeled plastic shrink wrap dissolver, perfect she thought to herself and within seconds started spraying Crimson Girl’s torso. Within seconds the wrap began to loosen and then break apart. Crimson Girl rolled off the conveyor belt desperately trying to catch her breath.
“Just 10 more seconds and I’d be done for Ms. Lajour…I can’t thank you enough! Where did you come from?”
“I was locked away in the dungeon but I was able to sneak out through the air shaft. That was tight fitting I can tell you but I made it ok.”
“Yes…I guess it pays to take care of your figure, eh?”
“Yeah, Crimson Girl and I can say the same for you. I just love your outfit…you’ll have to give me the name of your designer.”
“No time for that now Ms. Lajour. I need to catch up with Hilda and her cohorts before they steal your bank account blank.”
“Yes, of course Crimson Girl…I’ll call commissioner Mooney and catch up to you at the bank.”
“Thank’s Ms. Lajour, you’re a fine citizen of Metro City. I owe you one big time.”
Several minutes later at the Metro City bank Hilda hands over a letter to the bank president. The letter signed by Ms. Dorothy Lajour directs the withdrawal of five million dollars to be transferred to Ms. Hilda’s off-shore bank account. The bookish bank teller gasps at the instructions and looks back at Hilda and her assistants with a puzzled look.
“Ma’am, I’ll need to get my boss. This is way out of my league.”
“Go ahead my pretty; I’m sure you’ll find everything on the level.” Hilda smiles devilishly at her partners in crime.
“In just a few minutes I’ll have Ms. Lajour’s fortune and then it’s fun in the sun for us girls.”
“Too bad Crimson Girl can’t come with us Hilda” Curls sighed.
“Don’t worry ladies I’m sure Crimson Girl has much more breathtaking adventures to deal with” Hilda replied bringing giggles from her assistants.
“I’m afraid you’re wrong Hilda!”
What’s this? Crimson Girl alive? Can it be?
“Crimson Girl! What, how can you, it’s impossible. Get her girls!”
And with that command the fight breaks out but it just takes Crimson Girl seconds, using her stun spray from her utility belt, to restrain Curls and Goldie Locks. She races toward Hilda stopping just a few feet away and placing her hands on her hips.
“Well, Hilda it looks like it’s just you and I my dear and I believe you’re all out of tricks.”
“Think again Crimson Girl!”
Hilda pulls a can of extra hold hair spray and begins spraying Crimson Girl’s black nylon covered legs.
“Time for another dose of my special formula to immobilize you dear.”
However the spray doesn’t work and Crimson Girls laughs wickedly.
“What, it’s not working! What’s wrong with my spray?”
“It’s thanks to Ms. Lajour, Hilda. She loaned me a pair of her anti-stick nylons designed to counteract your sticky spray. Now let’s have a fair fight!”
Crimson Girl delivers a right cross to Hilda’s jaw sending the villain flying back into the wall unconscious. Suddenly Ms. Lajour and Commissioner Mooney enter the bank with the rest of Metro Bay’s finest..
“Crimson Girl! I hope we got here fast enough?” Commissioner Mooney asked desperately.
“Yes, commissioner and thanks in no small part to Ms. Lajour’s divine tights.”
“I don’t understand Crimson Girl?” The commissioner puzzled by Crimson Girl’s reply.
“Forget it commissioner, I’ll explain it to you another time. My job is done here and I must be on my way. Who knows what other villains are roaming the streets of Metro Bay.”
And with that our hero speeds out of the bank having saved the day and the fortune of Ms. Lajour.
-
superpics4les
- Elder Member
- Posts: 493
- Joined: 21 years ago
- Location: Indiana USA