The Perils of Penelope Young-Jugs
Chapter1-
THE PIER OF PERIL
Checking the peephole of her apartment, Penelope Young-Jugs carefully opened the door and retrieved her newspapers. She was still dripping sweat from her morning work out. Her T-shirt clung to pounding chest, her nipples protruding slightly through the damp fabric. As Penny wiped back her hair, she scanned the stack of dailies.
She subscribed to all four of the local Buzzsaw papers.Ostensibly, she read them as research for her true crimes novels.That was just her cover; in reality she was monitoring the goings-on in the city's criminal hierarchy, “The Crime Net”.Today she didn't have to look far, splashed across the headline of all four were reports about the spectacular theft of the Cowzekistany national treasure, The Sacred Calf of the Bovinar Delta.
The statue, the papers said, was the largest single caste gold statue of the bronze age, and had been stolen from the Buzzsaw Museum of Ancient Agriculture Antiquities. Person(s) unknown had removed the thirty-inch statue from the museum shortly after closing yesterday. A security patrol had discovered the break-in just before midnight.
Penny gleaned what details the papers had about the break in before going to her apartment’s dining room. She actually owned the whole building, but had converted the entire top floor into her home, complete with office, library and gym.Penny clicked the small control switch secreted inside the door of her china cabinet. A low hum told her that her secret lift was on the way.The old dumbwaiter had long been walled up, but when Penny bought the building she had it refurbished so that she could enter and leave the building unseen. It was a tight fit but it allowed her the privacy she needed for her crime fighting. In seconds she descended to her secret basement lair.
The heart of Penelope’s crime fighting enterprise was the old prohibition era speakeasy that had occupied part of the basement.After clearing out the musty old nightclub, she had a quietly added a computer center, workshop(complete with locksmithy) and armory.The armory was mostly martial arts weapons and specialized burglary tools. It also had a secret exit tunnel that allowed her to ride motorcycle into and out of the lair discreetly.
As soon as she reached the bottom of shaft, she started her transformation into the alternate identity, the tough, but beautiful heroine... "Danger Babe." She stripped off her mousy brown wig, removed the brown contacts from her eyes. As she disrobed, she glanced briefly at herself in the wall mirror.Her body was deceivingly slender. Her long legs and slender neck gave the impression that she was a lady built more for a Parisian runway than fighting evil. Her blond hair had fallen loosely around her shoulders. She tied it back in a neat ponytail. A trick of sweat still glistened on her arm she massaged them in the cool basement air.Her muscles had been sculpted by her vigorous morning work out; a five mile run, forty-five minutes of martial arts rounded out with twenty minutes of yoga and fifteen minutes in the sauna. Had this been a normal day, Penny would just be sitting down to her word processor.Instead she was warming up for a battle against CrimeNet.
Penny opened her equipment locker and started to ready herself for her task. First she slid into a pair of simple black velvet shorts, she closed the four discrete buttons in the front and buckled the top with her trademark silver "DB" insignia.Next came her black velvet top, she had had it specially made by a tailor in Hong Kong. It was sleeveless with a deep neckline that allowed some exposure of her ample cleavage.The top extended only to about an inch below her breasts, leaving her midriff bare. Her boots went half way up her thighs and had a glove like fit.They had the look and feel of leather but were actually made of a kevlar-plastic composite that acted as a kind of low-grade armor. They zipped in the back and had a modest two-inch heel. Her gloves were made of the same material and extended up beyond her elbows. Finally, she put on a broad velvet choker that also bore her silver "DB" emblem.
This was what she lived for: action, and danger.Ever since she had come back to Buzzsaw, she had tried to convince herself that she was doing this to gain revenge on CrimeNet and her Aunt.Yet, she knew that wasn’t really the only reason, she was an adrenaline junkie. Back when she was living on the road, Penny got her kicks doing her escape acts at clubs all over the world and fleeing the authorities, which seemed endlessly after her.But that was then and the thrill of rigged dangers with pre-arranged safeties was bland compared with the unexpected and very real dangers fighting master villains.
Even though Penny had succeeded in recovering most of the Young-Jugs family fortune that had been stolen by her bitch aunt, Sylvia Strappon, Penny wanted more from her Aunt. She wanted to destroy the illicit empire that Sylvia had forged with the vast Young-Jugs fortune. The thought of bringing down Sylvia and her CrimeNet was one Penny's greatest turn-ons.Sylvia had turned Penny out on the streets when she was only fifteen.Now it was Penny who was going turn Sylvia out.
Sylvia had married into Penelope’s family when Penny was only twelve.By the time she was fifteen, Sylvia had wrested a controlling interest in the Young-Jugs family Empire. A fire and explosion on the family yacht left Penelope and Sylvia as the only two surviving members. Sylvia used her connections with the police and District Attorneys office to frame Penelope for the fire and deaths.
Sylvia's machinations had forced Penny to live an anonymous life, unable to use her own name or be seen in public with her own face or hair. Since her return to Buzzsaw, she had lived as Felicity Fesseler, true crime novelist. She did get a kick out of writing all those wild stories about petty murders, sick love triangles and bizarre cults. Of course, none of that could compare with the heinous fiends she fought against in Crime Net.
Her writing career was not just for kicks, but was also a useful cover for her crime fighting. Without it she would never have gotten the extensive access to the Buzzsaw P.D.That was her window into the local crime scene.Loose lips, "borrowed" passwords, tapping the central mail server and being sociable with several cops meant that Penny was pretty well wired into all aspects of the local police, legal and not so legal.Chief of Police Dick Limpwad was the official liaison between CrimeNet and the Buzzsaw P.D. When Penny wanted to get the low down on what was happening she could read his e-mail.
Sitting at one of her workstations, she quickly found a single anonymous, encrypted message addressed. After decrypting, it simply read:
"NCX12309 needs room to breath. -O.M."
Penny had seen coding like this before; NCX12309 was a real estate code.O.M. was undoubtedly Olga Milch, a.k.a. the Dairy Queen, a lethal up-and-comer in CrimeNet. The Dairy Queen, who preferred crimes involving dairy or cattle themes, had decided that the theft of the Bovinar Calf would be right up her alley.
A quick reference in the Buzzsaw Realtors Guide revealed what she needed.There were two properties under that listing: the first was the S&M Ice Cream Factory (Ice Cream You Can't Beat) and the Buzzsaw Manatee House.The ice cream factory had sponsored the sea cows before the old Buzzsaw Amusement Pier had been condemned and was therefore considered a corporate asset.
The dairy processing plant was a perfect fit for the Dairy Queen’s hide out, but for a delicate operation like stealing the Bovinar Calf she needed privacy. The abandoned Manatee House was much more suited to Olga’s immediate needs.Penny decided to wait until dark and look there first, then try the factory if that did not pan out.
Now fitted out in her complete Danger Babe outfit, she mounted her modified Ninja 650 motorcycle and roared out the secret basement exit.The quite hum of the turbo stealth motor made the wind whipping across her body sound like a roar as the bike throbbed between her naked thighs. Motorcycles had never been a big turn on for her, but she had to admit that the vibrating metal was enough to start her motor.
Screaming down the highway towards the coast was sort of a sexy warm up for whatever action awaited at the pier.
When she approached the pier she turned off the engine and coasted to a stop on the bluff above. She parked the bike in a small but dense thicket a couple of yards from the road.From under the seat she pulled out a small fanny-pack of tools, a coil of line, binoculars, and pair of night vision goggles.
She hiked the rest of the way on foot.When she found a good vantage point she lay down in the warm afternoon sun and waited and watched for any signs of activity.Lying on the hillside above the deserted pier, she started to daydream. Her mind wandered to her past adventures on the road as she tried to escape her aunt’s many malicious traps.
Her mind drifted back to what had almost been her last encounter with Sylvia. It was about six months ago. She had tracked Sylvia and two of her henchwomen, the Bully Bitches, to an old ghost town out side of Tucson. She got the drop on Sylvia, tied her across the saddle of her pack mule and was about to turn her over to the law when the twins showed up and freed their boss.Sylvia, having almost suffered the humiliation of being hauled to jail on the back of a jack ass, decided to toy with her captive before putting her to a slow end.
First they forced the Penny into what seemed to be an ancient whalebone corset. As the young woman fought like a hellcat, the three women laced it tightly leather with stretched leather thongs they had soaked in a bucket in bucket of water. Penelope could hardly breath by the time the final knot was cinched tight. With Penny bound hand and foot, they carried her up to the west balcony of an old bordello.While Penny lay helplessly wriggling on the sagging wood floor, they re-wetted the leather to keep it soft and stretchable. Sylvia took great pleasure in adding more leather straps to Penny’s arms, tying them behind her both at the wrists and above the elbows. The leather above the elbows had also been wetted and stretched to its maximum. After tying her crossed ankles the women took another length of stretched leather and pulled Penny’s legs up in a tight hog-tie with her ankles connected to her elbows by another piece of stretched leather.
The three women drank tequila and toyed with their captive for most of the morning, bringing her repeatedly to the threshold of orgasm but never letting her cross it dowsing her with buckets of frigid well water.Finally, as the late morning sun started to come over the building, Sylvia announced that she had had her fun and it was time to leave.Before leaving, she pushed sat on floor next niece and pushed her fingers deep into the folds of Penelope’s labia and roughly stroked her to what she thought would be Penny’s last orgasm on Earth.Sylvia explained that it was the least she could do, seeing that Penny was “Family”. After dowsing her bonds one last time they left her.
As the sun warmed the deck were Penny was trapped, the drying leather slowly started to tightened, pulling her elbows slowly together and pulling at her legs, forcing her back to arch ever more cruelly. It was then that Penny realized the corset was not quite what it appeared.As the sun dried the fabric and leather laces, the corset became more and more restrictive. Penny struggled in the sun and her situation became progressively direr.The corset was squeezing the life out her, slowly preventing her from gaining her breath. The knots in the drying leather had become impossibly tight.With the corset cinched her waist progressively tighter pulling the corset ribs tighter and tighter, crushing the girl in the blazing afternoon sun.Penny was only barely able to escape by slowly sawing through the leather bonds with the help of single rusty nail that protruded from the deck.
Thinking about that incident made Penny feel a warm rush of adrenaline.It was challenges like that she found terribly erotic. She always liked tight bondage but the element of danger was what made it really incredible. The sensation of inescapable danger was an addiction she couldn’t kick.
It was getting dark when Penny decided that it was time that she moved in on the Pier. She hadn’t seen any movement inside the fenced perimeter or out of the pier and the only signs that any one had in the area were some vehicle tracks that led up to the gate.They couldn’t be old because the coastal wind would have obliterated them after a day or two. Penelope made her way down to the closed gate and quickly scaled it.The Manatee House was located in the pier’s center a good hundred yards beyond the gate.
The night was dark and only a sliver of moon illuminated the deserted pier. The kiosks had all been boarded up in expectation of the next summer season that was never going to come. Keeping to the shadows, Penny crept between the small muraled buildings.Dirtied and faded images of clowns holding balloons and children with cotton candy watched silently as she closed on her objective.The Manatee House was a smallish building about fifty feet on a side.It was about two stories high with a large water cistern on its roof.
It took Penny only a few moments to scale the side of the building.On top she found three large skylights, all locked.She flipped on her night vision goggles, made quick work of the latches and slipped into the seemingly deserted building.
The greenish light of the goggles gave her a clear view of the interior.She had entered into a back-up area above the main aquarium.The walls were covered with dusty equipment; skimmers, boat hooks, life rings and the heavy cargo nets required to lift the marine mammal.The decking next to the tank was unfinished plywood.In the middle of the room was the lip to the 20,000-gallon tank, it was over 20 feet across and 10 feet deep. Above the tank was a motorized winch that ran on a track across the ceiling.Lying on the gravel bottom of the tank was a ladder and in the middle of the tank was a large canvas lump.
Penny looked around. She could see no signs of there being anyone else in the building. Eventually, she decided that she should check under the canvas pile. She took one last look around, making sure she was alone, before she jumped down into the tank.Landing on the gravel floor Penny glanced at the thick glass that comprised the walls of the tank. Still believing herself alone, Penny went to the canvas pile that sat in the middle of the tank. Gently she pulled back the stiff tarp. Underneath she saw a green metallic glow.
As Penny tugged at the canvas her, her goggles suddenly flooded with green light. At first startled, she tore the goggles from her face in a panic.The light was blinding, four huge ceiling mounted klieg lights flooded the tank. Trying to escape the overwhelming brightness, she raised her arm to shield face from the four blinding suns.
A woman's laugh rang through the whiteness."Well! Well! We seem to have caught a fox raiding the hen house." Penny was barely able see three black silhouettes. The one nearest the tank rim laughed again as she unclipped something from her waist. "Your Aunt Sylvia said you were about as bright as a cucumber, but not as much fun.I guess she was at least partly right.We'll see about the rest." The voice Penny immediately recognized as that of the Olga Milch, the Dairy Queen.
The black figure started to swing what Penny realized was an immense bullwhip over her head. Penny stumbled backwards as the whip cracked through the air.The steel barbs at the tip sliced a neat gash down the retreating girl’s top, but amazingly caught no skin.The Dairy Queen immediately unleashed another lash of her whip; the split second between the first strike and the second was all that Penny needed.She blocked the lethal bite with her forearm, the Kevlar glove absorbing much of force as the tip of the whip wrapped its self around her wrist.Penny immediately tugged at the whip with all her might.The speed and force of Penny's recovery caught the Dairy Queen off guard and she was forced to either relinquish the whip or jump in to the glass arena.
Penny was surprised the agility of her attacker.The woman bounded down into the tank with a powerful leap, landing on her feet, which was impressive because of high-heeled boots, she was wearing.This was Penny's first clear look at the Dairy Queen.She was a good four inches taller than Penny's 5'7".The stiletto heels made her tower over her young heroine. She was quite a sight, standing well over six foot in heels.
She wore form fitting black leather boots, laced up the front and extended to just below her knee. Her muscular thighs and buttocks were covered with a pair of black spandex tights that went up over her hips. She also wore a peasant blouse that allowed a generous view of her even more generous cleavage.A wide corset like belt that was closed with three large chrome buckles covered her midriff. Her hair was a dark, swirling black mass loosely pinned up, giving her a wild and untamed look. Olga's face had a soft milky complexion, punctuated with dark, intense eyes and a broad, cruel mouth.
Using speed to her advantage, Penny pulled sharply on the whip while trying to plant a quick scissor kick on the attacking Amazon.The blow wasn't perfect, only grazing the Dairy Queens retreating arm.But Penny pressed her attack on the larger woman, and was quickly getting the upper hand. It was then that the Dairy Queens compatriots acted. They opened the valves to the water cistern atop the building.In seconds Danger Babe and the Dairy Queen were fighting in a foot of rapidly rising water.
The deepening water was quickly robbing power from Penelope’s lightning kicks, this, with the on going tug-of-war over the whip started to turn the tide of battle in favor of the taller woman. Just as Penny was starting to adjust her strategy to the changing situation the Dairy Queen let go of the handle of the whip. Penny stumbled back and landed with a splash in the water. She had only a split second realization of why Olga had let go when one of the heavy cargo nets crashed down on her from above, pinning Penelope down in what had become a two-foot deep torrent of rising water.
“LET’S GET THIS LITTLE HEIFER ROPED YOU IMBECILES!!!!!!!” Olga cheered as the two other women joined the fray.
The heavy, wet cargo net and the three attackers soon overwhelmed the feisty heroine. Finally, one of the women was able to land a heavy blackjack across the back of Penelope’s head.
As she slipped barely conscious in to the rising water, the last thing Penny heard was an elated voice calling out, “Can we kill her now????”
Danger Babe: The Perils of Penelope Young-Jugs
Re: Danger Babe: The Perils of Penelope Young-Jugs
The Perils of Penelope Young-Jugs
*Chapter Two*
_The_Treacherous_Tidal_Trap
Penny was awakened by the deep ache in her shoulders. She lifted her head and slowly opened her eyes, it was dark and only thin slivers of light patch-worked themselves across her surroundings. She slowly began to discern a forest of wooden pilings stretching off towards the distant daylight. She was in the labyrinth of pilings beneath the old Buzzsaw Amusement Pier.
It was at this point that enough of the fog had lifted that Penny was able to focus on her predicament. As she looked up she discovered that her wrists had been neatly bound with a half inch line and pulled tight over her head. The tie had been done over her gloves and had involved almost a half dozen coils around her wrists and then it was looped between her hands twice, ending with the rope ascending above her. She could see the rope attached to the piling about a foot above her wrists and supporting virtually her entire weight.
She tried to look down and was able to see that her feet were only inches above the water. Her costume was still pretty much intact, her black top still held up although it had a large tear across the front from where the Dairy Queen’s whip had taken its near lethal crack. Surprisingly, it left almost no mark on her skin. Her shorts were also intact. This worried Penny because she was familiar with the Dairy Queen’s perversions, and knew that if she had not done some cruel villainy while Penny was unconscious then she must have something hideous in mind. Her thigh-high boots were also still there but she had been tied at the ankles in a fashion similar to her wrists, except that the rope disappeared under the black water.
The Dairy Queen, realizing her victim was slowly coming around. "I see the vaunted 'Danger Babe' has decided to rejoin the living, if only for short while." She was standing on a small floating dock a few feet in front of the hapless heroine. Flanking the diabolical dyke were her two other assailants. Penny recognized them immediately. They were Peaches and Cream. They had long been associated with the Dairy Queen, acting as muscled lackeys for their boss. The two could have easily passed for clones. They were both tall with athletic almost manly builds. Each woman was dressed in tight, cut-off denim coveralls with trashy looking tube tops covering their unnaturally large breasts. They each wore matching bandanas around their necks and kept their hair braided in long ponytails. Penny had heard that the two were lovers but by the look of them that would have required an incestuous relationship.
"You were lucky to have found my hideout so quickly, but you were foolish to think that I wouldn't have taken the time to secure the perimeter. We saw you coming from a mile away. In any case this worked out even better than my original intentions. Stealing the sacred relic was only the first hoof in my plan, but getting rid of a major crime fighter will certainly improve my overall standing in Crime Net. I'll be sure to give your regards to Aunt Sylvia when I see her."
Completing her little speech Olga Milch stepped to the edge dock across from where the girl was suspended. She moved closer to the young blond and took an appreciative look at her. Her gaze wandered at a leisurely pace, soaking up Penny's fine features in the dim light, her startling blue eyes, her straight back and delicate neck flowing into her beautifully tapered torso, ripe hips, and the sumptuous breasts, still hidden beneath the torn top of her costume. Olga reached up and slid her hand through the rip in Penny's blouse. At first she let it glide up above the right breast, then slowly moved it down over the areola and across her erect nipple.
"So is it true? You really dig this shit?" Olga said with a sharp grin. "You certainly deserve the name Young-Jugs. These are a wonderful pair of milkers. And they're original equipment, unlike some people I know..." she said as she glanced back at her two busty milk maids.
After leisurely massaging the helpless nipples, she clamped her fingers down on the nipple and gave it a sharp tug. Penny gave a loud yelp, pulling her legs up and twisting about in an attempt to escape the grip. The force of the pinch and the resulting squirm were enough to rip Penny's top almost completely off, totally exposing both her breasts. Her convulsion was also sufficient to throw the Dairy Queen's balance off on the small dock. She released her grip and struggled to regain her balance.
Amazingly, she didn't fall. Instead, let out a hearty laugh and pulled out a small horn handled knife. She grabbed the swinging girl by the shoulder and with a quick slice of the knife the remains of the top fell away. The three women paused as they saw the young woman’s unfettered breasts swing free. They were two perfectly symmetrical orbs bouncing in the dim light.
Penny, her fury rising at her helplessness, tried again to unseat her captor, kicking and swinging like a giant bell clapper at midnight. "You'll not get away with this, you bovine beast!! I swear you'll rot in Hell for this!!"
The Dairy Queen and her Milk Maids squealed with laughter. "Perhaps I shall, my dear, but I'm pretty sure you'll be there to greet me first. Peaches! Cream! Why don't you give this little heifer a hand." The two maids moved up on either side of the squirming heroine, each grabbing a thigh and pulling Penny's hip huggers down to the top of her boots. Penny felt herself flush at her nakedness.
The Dairy Queen reached down and started to explore Penny's exposed pussy. Her hand slowly combed Penny's small blond patch and then started to rub outer edges of her labia slowly, forcefully. Penny felt a warm flush of sensation between her legs. The strictness of her bondage and the direness of her predicament were too much for poor Penelope. She started to feel moisten between her thighs. She tried to kick free, but the two vixens had her pinned tightly. Olga, feeling the girl's struggle, increased the intensity of her manipulations. Her fingers parted the now swollen labia and started to grind away at the head of her clit. Penny writhed under the stimulation, not so much to escape but to fight her building sensations. Seeing her victim nearing climax Olga eased off, relaxing the pressure on the now soaking pussy.
Olga straightened, her hand delicately brushing over Penelope’s taunt stomach. Her roaming hand traced over Penny's breast, pausing again at the girls still smarting nipple. She looked into the young woman’s eyes, silently threatening another painful tweak. Instead, she straddled the gap over which Penelope was suspended, grabbed the girl by back of the neck, pressed herself against Penny's naked breasts and whispered, "If only we had more time." Olga's tongue swept across Penny's neck and ended with a painful love bite.
Olga pushed off the bound heroine, stepping back to the dock and picking up a small bag. "I suppose you're wondering what I've got planned for the luscious Danger Babe? Well I understand you fancy yourself a bit of a magician/escape artist. I think that this should provide you with an entertaining exit. As you may have noticed since you first tried to kick me, it has become considerably harder to pull up your legs."
Penny looked down and sure enough her feet were submerged under several inches of water. "So you plan to drown me in the rising tide?"
"Not quite but I'm sure that would also be quite entertaining, however I don't think that would do nearly justice for all the trouble your efforts have caused Crime Net. So I decided that your death should be slow, but definitely not boring, like your drowning scenario. No, I think you'll find this much more interesting.
"If you look over my shoulder you'll notice the six milk cans that have been rafted together. Your ankle rope feeds through a pair of underwater pulleys, ending at the raft of milk cans. Thus you might say that you’re anchoring this tug-of-war. Each one of those cans has a forty gallon capacity. Now at about eight and a half pounds per gallon that works out to be around 2,040 pounds of lift. The tides slow caress pulling you down into its embrace. Imagine it, like a pair of brawny ox pulling you slowly in two!! Won't that be ecstasy?? I think it should take about three or four hours. But we won't know for sure until we try?"
“You’re crazy Milch, you can’t leave me here like this!” Penny demanded.
"It's too bad that I won't be able to stick around to witness your udder demise first hand, but we have a delivery to make and a celebration to prepare. It's not everyday that we get to undo such a fine female and get such a profitable score." Olga looked down at her bag and said, "Four hours is such a long time, I think that we should give you an additional entertainment." Olga then pulled out a large vibrator from the bag. It was made to resemble the tip of a bull's horn. It was gray and slightly bent at the tip, its base flattened somewhat, with a shiny area at the forward most point.
Penny screamed, pulling and tugging at the ropes trying desperately to get free. The Dairy Queen laughed and motioned her milk maids to spread her victims legs as far as her bonds would allow. Olga moved towards Penelope with the large phallus, slowly massaging the weapon. She put it to her lips and started to lubricate it orally, inserting it deep into her mouth, then slowly drawing it out through her pursed lips. When she reached the girl, she knelt down and ran the tip of the horn along Penny's still moist clitoris. She paused momentarily and let the struggling girl provide the needed friction. Then she inserted the device into the straining heroine. Penny cursed Olga loudly as the horn penetrated her. The vibrator was cool to the touch of Penny's delicate skin and made the girls thighs tighten. Olga smiled at her cohorts as she finished inserting her wicked toy. Leaning over she gave the head of Penelope’s clitoris a one last tonguey kiss before she replaced her shorts. The two milk maids then quickly tied Penelope’s thighs tightly together just above the knees.
Standing, Olga picked through her bag and addressed her victim. "The vibrator that I have so generously provided for your entertainment is not just any off the rack sex toy. It has two titillating features. Firstly, at the base of the horn is a small electrode, at low energy it will emit a small amount of electricity that can cause a most enjoyable orgasm. As the energy level increases, the intensity correspondingly increases. After a certain level the orgasms become quite devastating and will leave you quite unconscious, if only until the next one.
"The second feature of this little darling is compliments of The Museum. I'm sure you know that the golden calf was protected by a telemetric motion detection system. When we absconded with the calf, we also took the liberty of taking the three sensors with us. I had planned on trying to discover how to defeat it without resorting to subterfuge, but I think this will be more fun."
"Tell me Milch, how did you get around those telemeters?" Penny played for time. She needed to figure out a way out of her grim predicament.
"Oh that was easy enough, Peaches and Cream went down on one of the janitors at Diktel, the designers of the system. He let us in so we could steal the control frequencies." Peaches and Cream looked at each other and smiled.
"Getting back to the adventure that awaits, one of the transponders has been attached to the control on that dildo. Another is hidden in your choker. the last one is on this chain." She pulled a delicate gold chain from her bag. It was eighteen inches long, with what appeared to be a small blue ring at each end. Olga roughly grabbed Penny’s breast and started to knead it aggressively. As the girl groaned and strained at her bonds Olga pinched a small tab on one of the blue rings. The rings were not rings, but springs that widened at the Dairy Queen’s touch. Olga slipped a ring over her captive's erect nipple. Penny squirmed and snapped at her beastly adversary. Penelope was not prepared for the sudden pressure on her tits, she almost fainted as the second ring closed around her nipple.
Olga waited patiently for Penny to recover. When she felt that the girl had sufficiently recovered, she attached a teardrop crystal the size of her fist to the middle of the chain. The once pert breasts were pulled cruelly earthward.
Smiling as she admired the final product of her labors, the bitch gave the girl one last admonition. "I would be careful how much squirming you do, those sensors are very sensitive. As a matter of fact they are so sensitive that the slow stretching of your body will activate the dildo, and with each orgasmic shock the intensity will be increased." Penny started to speak but the vibrator whirred to life.
"Gag Her," The Dairy Queen commanded as she made her way to the ladder. "And hurry up. We have a cake to bake." As she disappeared up the ladder the two milk maids gagged the already helpless girl. Peaches took the bandanna from her neck and tied a fat knot in the middle, she then stuffed the knot into Penelope’s mouth and quickly cinched the ends tightly behind the girls head. Cream folded hers up carefully and then tied it over the first gag. The double gag effectively muffled the moans of the beautiful Danger Babe as she experienced her first telemetrically induced orgasm.
NEXT:_THE_DEADLY_DILDO_DANGER_
*Chapter Two*
_The_Treacherous_Tidal_Trap
Penny was awakened by the deep ache in her shoulders. She lifted her head and slowly opened her eyes, it was dark and only thin slivers of light patch-worked themselves across her surroundings. She slowly began to discern a forest of wooden pilings stretching off towards the distant daylight. She was in the labyrinth of pilings beneath the old Buzzsaw Amusement Pier.
It was at this point that enough of the fog had lifted that Penny was able to focus on her predicament. As she looked up she discovered that her wrists had been neatly bound with a half inch line and pulled tight over her head. The tie had been done over her gloves and had involved almost a half dozen coils around her wrists and then it was looped between her hands twice, ending with the rope ascending above her. She could see the rope attached to the piling about a foot above her wrists and supporting virtually her entire weight.
She tried to look down and was able to see that her feet were only inches above the water. Her costume was still pretty much intact, her black top still held up although it had a large tear across the front from where the Dairy Queen’s whip had taken its near lethal crack. Surprisingly, it left almost no mark on her skin. Her shorts were also intact. This worried Penny because she was familiar with the Dairy Queen’s perversions, and knew that if she had not done some cruel villainy while Penny was unconscious then she must have something hideous in mind. Her thigh-high boots were also still there but she had been tied at the ankles in a fashion similar to her wrists, except that the rope disappeared under the black water.
The Dairy Queen, realizing her victim was slowly coming around. "I see the vaunted 'Danger Babe' has decided to rejoin the living, if only for short while." She was standing on a small floating dock a few feet in front of the hapless heroine. Flanking the diabolical dyke were her two other assailants. Penny recognized them immediately. They were Peaches and Cream. They had long been associated with the Dairy Queen, acting as muscled lackeys for their boss. The two could have easily passed for clones. They were both tall with athletic almost manly builds. Each woman was dressed in tight, cut-off denim coveralls with trashy looking tube tops covering their unnaturally large breasts. They each wore matching bandanas around their necks and kept their hair braided in long ponytails. Penny had heard that the two were lovers but by the look of them that would have required an incestuous relationship.
"You were lucky to have found my hideout so quickly, but you were foolish to think that I wouldn't have taken the time to secure the perimeter. We saw you coming from a mile away. In any case this worked out even better than my original intentions. Stealing the sacred relic was only the first hoof in my plan, but getting rid of a major crime fighter will certainly improve my overall standing in Crime Net. I'll be sure to give your regards to Aunt Sylvia when I see her."
Completing her little speech Olga Milch stepped to the edge dock across from where the girl was suspended. She moved closer to the young blond and took an appreciative look at her. Her gaze wandered at a leisurely pace, soaking up Penny's fine features in the dim light, her startling blue eyes, her straight back and delicate neck flowing into her beautifully tapered torso, ripe hips, and the sumptuous breasts, still hidden beneath the torn top of her costume. Olga reached up and slid her hand through the rip in Penny's blouse. At first she let it glide up above the right breast, then slowly moved it down over the areola and across her erect nipple.
"So is it true? You really dig this shit?" Olga said with a sharp grin. "You certainly deserve the name Young-Jugs. These are a wonderful pair of milkers. And they're original equipment, unlike some people I know..." she said as she glanced back at her two busty milk maids.
After leisurely massaging the helpless nipples, she clamped her fingers down on the nipple and gave it a sharp tug. Penny gave a loud yelp, pulling her legs up and twisting about in an attempt to escape the grip. The force of the pinch and the resulting squirm were enough to rip Penny's top almost completely off, totally exposing both her breasts. Her convulsion was also sufficient to throw the Dairy Queen's balance off on the small dock. She released her grip and struggled to regain her balance.
Amazingly, she didn't fall. Instead, let out a hearty laugh and pulled out a small horn handled knife. She grabbed the swinging girl by the shoulder and with a quick slice of the knife the remains of the top fell away. The three women paused as they saw the young woman’s unfettered breasts swing free. They were two perfectly symmetrical orbs bouncing in the dim light.
Penny, her fury rising at her helplessness, tried again to unseat her captor, kicking and swinging like a giant bell clapper at midnight. "You'll not get away with this, you bovine beast!! I swear you'll rot in Hell for this!!"
The Dairy Queen and her Milk Maids squealed with laughter. "Perhaps I shall, my dear, but I'm pretty sure you'll be there to greet me first. Peaches! Cream! Why don't you give this little heifer a hand." The two maids moved up on either side of the squirming heroine, each grabbing a thigh and pulling Penny's hip huggers down to the top of her boots. Penny felt herself flush at her nakedness.
The Dairy Queen reached down and started to explore Penny's exposed pussy. Her hand slowly combed Penny's small blond patch and then started to rub outer edges of her labia slowly, forcefully. Penny felt a warm flush of sensation between her legs. The strictness of her bondage and the direness of her predicament were too much for poor Penelope. She started to feel moisten between her thighs. She tried to kick free, but the two vixens had her pinned tightly. Olga, feeling the girl's struggle, increased the intensity of her manipulations. Her fingers parted the now swollen labia and started to grind away at the head of her clit. Penny writhed under the stimulation, not so much to escape but to fight her building sensations. Seeing her victim nearing climax Olga eased off, relaxing the pressure on the now soaking pussy.
Olga straightened, her hand delicately brushing over Penelope’s taunt stomach. Her roaming hand traced over Penny's breast, pausing again at the girls still smarting nipple. She looked into the young woman’s eyes, silently threatening another painful tweak. Instead, she straddled the gap over which Penelope was suspended, grabbed the girl by back of the neck, pressed herself against Penny's naked breasts and whispered, "If only we had more time." Olga's tongue swept across Penny's neck and ended with a painful love bite.
Olga pushed off the bound heroine, stepping back to the dock and picking up a small bag. "I suppose you're wondering what I've got planned for the luscious Danger Babe? Well I understand you fancy yourself a bit of a magician/escape artist. I think that this should provide you with an entertaining exit. As you may have noticed since you first tried to kick me, it has become considerably harder to pull up your legs."
Penny looked down and sure enough her feet were submerged under several inches of water. "So you plan to drown me in the rising tide?"
"Not quite but I'm sure that would also be quite entertaining, however I don't think that would do nearly justice for all the trouble your efforts have caused Crime Net. So I decided that your death should be slow, but definitely not boring, like your drowning scenario. No, I think you'll find this much more interesting.
"If you look over my shoulder you'll notice the six milk cans that have been rafted together. Your ankle rope feeds through a pair of underwater pulleys, ending at the raft of milk cans. Thus you might say that you’re anchoring this tug-of-war. Each one of those cans has a forty gallon capacity. Now at about eight and a half pounds per gallon that works out to be around 2,040 pounds of lift. The tides slow caress pulling you down into its embrace. Imagine it, like a pair of brawny ox pulling you slowly in two!! Won't that be ecstasy?? I think it should take about three or four hours. But we won't know for sure until we try?"
“You’re crazy Milch, you can’t leave me here like this!” Penny demanded.
"It's too bad that I won't be able to stick around to witness your udder demise first hand, but we have a delivery to make and a celebration to prepare. It's not everyday that we get to undo such a fine female and get such a profitable score." Olga looked down at her bag and said, "Four hours is such a long time, I think that we should give you an additional entertainment." Olga then pulled out a large vibrator from the bag. It was made to resemble the tip of a bull's horn. It was gray and slightly bent at the tip, its base flattened somewhat, with a shiny area at the forward most point.
Penny screamed, pulling and tugging at the ropes trying desperately to get free. The Dairy Queen laughed and motioned her milk maids to spread her victims legs as far as her bonds would allow. Olga moved towards Penelope with the large phallus, slowly massaging the weapon. She put it to her lips and started to lubricate it orally, inserting it deep into her mouth, then slowly drawing it out through her pursed lips. When she reached the girl, she knelt down and ran the tip of the horn along Penny's still moist clitoris. She paused momentarily and let the struggling girl provide the needed friction. Then she inserted the device into the straining heroine. Penny cursed Olga loudly as the horn penetrated her. The vibrator was cool to the touch of Penny's delicate skin and made the girls thighs tighten. Olga smiled at her cohorts as she finished inserting her wicked toy. Leaning over she gave the head of Penelope’s clitoris a one last tonguey kiss before she replaced her shorts. The two milk maids then quickly tied Penelope’s thighs tightly together just above the knees.
Standing, Olga picked through her bag and addressed her victim. "The vibrator that I have so generously provided for your entertainment is not just any off the rack sex toy. It has two titillating features. Firstly, at the base of the horn is a small electrode, at low energy it will emit a small amount of electricity that can cause a most enjoyable orgasm. As the energy level increases, the intensity correspondingly increases. After a certain level the orgasms become quite devastating and will leave you quite unconscious, if only until the next one.
"The second feature of this little darling is compliments of The Museum. I'm sure you know that the golden calf was protected by a telemetric motion detection system. When we absconded with the calf, we also took the liberty of taking the three sensors with us. I had planned on trying to discover how to defeat it without resorting to subterfuge, but I think this will be more fun."
"Tell me Milch, how did you get around those telemeters?" Penny played for time. She needed to figure out a way out of her grim predicament.
"Oh that was easy enough, Peaches and Cream went down on one of the janitors at Diktel, the designers of the system. He let us in so we could steal the control frequencies." Peaches and Cream looked at each other and smiled.
"Getting back to the adventure that awaits, one of the transponders has been attached to the control on that dildo. Another is hidden in your choker. the last one is on this chain." She pulled a delicate gold chain from her bag. It was eighteen inches long, with what appeared to be a small blue ring at each end. Olga roughly grabbed Penny’s breast and started to knead it aggressively. As the girl groaned and strained at her bonds Olga pinched a small tab on one of the blue rings. The rings were not rings, but springs that widened at the Dairy Queen’s touch. Olga slipped a ring over her captive's erect nipple. Penny squirmed and snapped at her beastly adversary. Penelope was not prepared for the sudden pressure on her tits, she almost fainted as the second ring closed around her nipple.
Olga waited patiently for Penny to recover. When she felt that the girl had sufficiently recovered, she attached a teardrop crystal the size of her fist to the middle of the chain. The once pert breasts were pulled cruelly earthward.
Smiling as she admired the final product of her labors, the bitch gave the girl one last admonition. "I would be careful how much squirming you do, those sensors are very sensitive. As a matter of fact they are so sensitive that the slow stretching of your body will activate the dildo, and with each orgasmic shock the intensity will be increased." Penny started to speak but the vibrator whirred to life.
"Gag Her," The Dairy Queen commanded as she made her way to the ladder. "And hurry up. We have a cake to bake." As she disappeared up the ladder the two milk maids gagged the already helpless girl. Peaches took the bandanna from her neck and tied a fat knot in the middle, she then stuffed the knot into Penelope’s mouth and quickly cinched the ends tightly behind the girls head. Cream folded hers up carefully and then tied it over the first gag. The double gag effectively muffled the moans of the beautiful Danger Babe as she experienced her first telemetrically induced orgasm.
NEXT:_THE_DEADLY_DILDO_DANGER_
Re: Danger Babe: The Perils of Penelope Young-Jugs
Been very busy for the last two weeks and I count down the days to finally finish my work and read this story.
First chapter:
Penelope Young-Jugs is a new character to me and taking the time to describe her life, skills, training and how beautiful she is a great addition. Her love for risk, to work alone, to be too far to get some help if she get caught will eventually put her in a dangerous situation. The scene where she is, the battle and her defeat is well writen. I can't wait to read the next chapter, oh gosh... this will be so interesting!
Second chapter:
Playing with the devil sent Penny in a nightmare, using her love to be cruelly tied against her, making her aroused before the great finale and slowly adding evil toys one after the other making her escape impossible. Fantastic story so far, I'm loving eveything in it, the dialogue between the characters is a pure delight, well imaginative trap and I know she will be struggling and screaming soon probably for no gain. I'm having a great time reading this, thanks for sharing!
First chapter:
Penelope Young-Jugs is a new character to me and taking the time to describe her life, skills, training and how beautiful she is a great addition. Her love for risk, to work alone, to be too far to get some help if she get caught will eventually put her in a dangerous situation. The scene where she is, the battle and her defeat is well writen. I can't wait to read the next chapter, oh gosh... this will be so interesting!
Second chapter:
Playing with the devil sent Penny in a nightmare, using her love to be cruelly tied against her, making her aroused before the great finale and slowly adding evil toys one after the other making her escape impossible. Fantastic story so far, I'm loving eveything in it, the dialogue between the characters is a pure delight, well imaginative trap and I know she will be struggling and screaming soon probably for no gain. I'm having a great time reading this, thanks for sharing!
Re: Danger Babe: The Perils of Penelope Young-Jugs
The Perils of Penelope Young-Jugs
By S. Sneakly, Copyright 1996
*Chapter Three*
The Deadly Dildo Danger
As the three villains left the helpless Danger Babe suspended over her watery grave, the telemetrically controlled dildo set about its evil business. The slightest motion set off its tiny motor, and finally its minuscule electric shock. The silver tip of the toy was buried deep between the folds of Penny's labia, crushed tight against the head of her clit by her velvet shorts.
The effect on the helpless woman was total, the motorized dildo throbbed relentlessly on the slightest provocation, stroking the inner reaches of her pussy as if trying to consume her from within. When the capacitor connected to the motor had built up sufficient power, it would slowly, over 15 or 20 seconds, release its charge into the girls sensitive sex. The resulting orgasm was unparalleled in Penny’s experience. Her whole body shook, every lean muscle tensed to the braking point. It was all that she could do to stay conscious against the intense sensation.
The weight of her suspended body and the slow pull of the incoming tide lifting the milk cans, was also sapping her strength. She needed to do something quickly or she would perish.
Even in her tight bondage she still had one trick. She moved her fingers slowly against the palm of her left glove, she had to move slowly, to minimize the effect on the dildo. Carefully her hands traced along the seam of the thin padding. Finally she found what she was looking for. She steeled herself against the next wave of sensation that was sure to follow. She dug into the seam with her fingers and pulled the pad part way down.
This simple act was met with a huge wave of sensation. The dildo, sensing the subtle motions of the girl, exploded with life, its rhythmic caress suddenly became a wildly gyrating dance deep inside her already drenched and aching pussy. Her body reflexively tightened, her thighs clamping tightly against one another, as she pulled against the ropes binding her legs and ankles. Suddenly, there was a sweet tingling sensation that radiated down the inside of her thighs and up through the inner most workings of her sex. Her body shuddered as the orgasm swept over her like crushing surf. As the capacitor drained its charge, Penny’s pussy
throbbed with feeling. The shock caused both intense pain and euphoria.
It was all she could do to avoid dropping her prize. As she slowly roused from her swoon she felt the small flexible blade that she had pulled from her glove still clutched in her hand.
Adjusting her grip on the small blade, she started to saw away at the ropes above her wrists. Despite her care the dildo continued to grid against her snatch as she tried to free herself. Each pass of the blade brought her closer to another deadly orgasm.
Olga had certainly planned this well, Penny thought, all of her efforts at escape were almost completely overwhelmed by the sexual frenzy of this deadly toy. But Penny was not planning on being defeated so easily. She continued to fight exhaustion and defeat even as she felt herself approach another insidious climax. After what seemed to be an eternity, Penny could feel the rope slowly beginning to give way beneath the blade. Her pussy burned from the almost constant stimulation the throbbing dildo elicited.
The Raft of milk cans were now completely erect in the water as the tide slowly pursued its war against the limits of the young woman’s resources. Penny gasping for strength through her heavy double gag and fought desperately to focus on cutting her bonds. Her arms ached from her long suspension, her head swam from the unnatural sensations. She glanced down at the frigid water, it had risen all the way up past her boots and was licking at the upper reaches of her naked thighs. The chill of the water lapping occasionally at her pussy only heightened the bizarre eroticism of the situation. The progressive tightening of her bondage combined with intense multiple orgasms left her drained both spiritually and physically.
When Penny was finally beginning to believe that she would escape her peril, calamity struck. As another wave of orgasms crashed over her, Penny lost her grip on the tiny blade. She recovered from the chilling orgasm only to hear her last hope plunk into the rising tide.
In her fury at losing the blade Penny screamed into her gag and thrashed uselessly at her bonds. The noise escaping from her gag was nothing more than a barely audible rash obscenities that would have been totally unintelligible to any one close enough to hear it. The Dairy Queens’ toy leapt to life at the provocation, it twisted and ground its way deeper and harder against Penelope’s clit. Within seconds Penny was swallowed by a level of sensation that she couldn’t have imagined. Her whole body tensed and quivered as the dildo took her to a rapid climax.
After the heat of her orgasm subsided, Penny hung there Partially submerged in the cold water, stretched and aching and totally spent. There was nothing she could do. Her only hope of escape was now out of reach. The electric shocks from the dildo had totally sapped her energy and her will to fight. She now resigned her self to the probability that the incoming tide would indeed rip her limb from limb. She could only await the pain of her own end.
She didn’t know how long she was stretched out like that, she had probably blacked out at some time or other. But suddenly she heard a low groaning sound. She thought at first that it must be coming from her own body. After a second she glanced up and saw that it was the cut that she had started in the rope. It was slowly starting to uncoil. Before she realized the significance of this the rope snapped, plunging her into the chilly bay.
She screamed uselessly into her gag as the cold water submerged her body. The raft of milk cans bobbed instantly to the surface, pulling Penelope underwater. Her bound ankles finally hit the submerged pulley. She was now tethered with her head below the surface. Her gag swelled with water. The cold rushed over her still smoking pussy, driving her to one last brief spasm of ecstasy, the capacitor in the dildo firing off the remainder of its charge.
Quickly recovering from her plunge into the bay, Penny started to struggle against the ropes around her wrists. With the tension on the ropes gone, it took Penny’s expertise only a few seconds to slip the bonds. She immediately reached down and detached the heel of her boot, revealing a concealed blade, and began sawing at the rope anchoring her under water. It took her an eternal thirty seconds of cutting before she was able to fight her way to the surface. She tore the gag from her mouth and hauled herself up onto the small floating dock.
Once her legs were untied, she pulled her soggy shorts down and pulled the spent dildo from inside her. Pressing the tabs to release her breasts from the clip on chain, she groaned as the blood rushed back into her deprived nipples. After recovering for a minute, she climbed up the ladder into the deserted aquarium.
She searched the building carefully, discovering the secret room where Olga and her milk maids had been hiding when she arrived. It was outfitted with monitors for a set of closed circuit cameras, VCRs, empty food containers and a pile of old clothes. Sorting through the pile of she found a pair of old jeans, a sleeveless sweatshirt and a pair of flip-flops. Next she went to shower off in the old locker room. There was no hot water, but she didn’t care. It was a relief to rinse the salt from her skin. After drying herself and get dressed, she returned to the secret room.
The VCR was still recording the spot where the Dairy Queen had been tormenting her. Penny popped out the tape and stuffed it in the pocket of her sweat top. Along with the horn shaped dildo and the weighted chain. Next she inspected the food containers. Sure enough some were from the S&M Dairy Company (Ice cream you can’t beat). There were also Chinese take-out boxes from some place called “Won Dum Fuk”. Penny didn’t know the place, but thought she might look into it later.
Her fanny-pack of tools also turned up, minus the more expensive electronics and burglary items. She expected this much and had a replacement set on her bike. From the equipment left operating in the room Penny was certain that the Dairy Queen planned to come back some time after Penny’s demise to clean up and recover proof of her death. Aunt Sylvia wanted Penny dead but was unlikely to pay for a hit without solid evidence. Penny also knew that Sylvia was offering bonus dollars for creativity.
Once Penny had gathered her things, she made one last check of the place to see if she had missed any clues and then started the hike back to her motorcycle. As she made her way up the hill to where she had hidden the bike, Penny thought about what to do next.
The Dairy Queen probably was certain that Penny was a goner. That meant she would
concentrate on moving the Bovinar Calf on to her fence or buyer. If that was right, Penny could get the drop on her if she moved quickly.
Penny looked at her boots and gloves. The long black gloves were soaked with salt water, but would be fine after rinsing and drying. The thigh high boots were also salvageable although the removable heel needed replacing. In any case she wasn’t going to be wearing either today. The shorts and top of her costume were a total loss. When she arrived at her bike she immediately looked in the saddle bag. She found a fresh pair of shorts, a sleeveless zippered vest, and a pair of ankle boots with two inch stiletto heels. All of it in her trademark black. She also found her back-up tool kit and some granola bars.
Wolfing down the granola she saddled up and headed for Olga’s hide-out cum ice cream factory. It was a beautiful day and Penny savored the ride to the dairy plant. The roads between the Pier and the factory were fairly remote and Penny was comfortable that she had not been observed on the trip. She parked her bike a quarter mile from the factory and lay down in grass away from the road and took a much needed nap.
When she woke up it was just after dusk. She finished what was left of the food, gathered her tools, climbing ropes, a small computer and set off for her target. When she was within sight of the dairy plant Penelope scanned the complex with her binoculars. There were clear signs that the factory was in use. Penny also marveled at the corporate logo, An anthropomorphic cow dressed in high-heels, stockings and a whip. No wonder the Dairy Queen was a crook, Penny thought, with marketing sense like that, what other choices did she have?
Penny made her way to the main building and scaled a drain pipe to the roof. Once atop the building she found a computer junction box near the satellite dish. She quickly inspected it for booby-traps and alarms. Finding none she pried it open. Taking out her small laptop Penny proceeded to test the various contacts until she located several that were carrying analog video signals.
Within minutes she had patched into the building's security monitors. Switching between the surveillance cameras, Penny was able to thoroughly case the building. In one section of the plant’s main floor Penny saw several women operating what seemed to be legitimate dairy processing equipment. They were all dressed exactly alike, white button down blouses, pleated plaid mini-skirts with white high-heeled pumps and topped off with an S&M Dairy baseball cap. Penny figured that this kinky school girl look was part of the Dairy Queen’s bizarre sense of “corporate image”. Most of the rest of the building appeared empty. She found Peaches and Cream lounging in the security office. They were still in their same hot shorted overalls, looking like Mr. Greenjean’s wet dream.
Scanning through the building Penny still came across neither the Bovinar Calf or the Dairy Queen herself. She knew that Olga wouldn’t go far without her two milk maids, especially with such valuable loot. Penny continued her search until suddenly she came across a room that she had not seen before. Its walls were covered with large peg boards, from which hung a variety of tools, ropes, pulleys and bridle equipment. In the middle of the room were two parallel chrome bars maybe eight feet long and eighteen inches apart. They were set at about ten degrees from horizontal and had a crank and ratchet that could raise or lower the angle of the two bars. At the base of the bars was what appeared to be a box with a studded ten inch dildo protruding from it.
Tied between the two bars was a young Asian woman, she was completely naked except for a thick black gag covering her mouth. Penny could see the long ends of the gag dangling beneath her, her long straight hair pinned to her neck by the cloth and a single black strap formed a cradle for her head. Her hands were tied behind her back so that they were looped around the bars and her shoulders were resting on the smooth metal. Her ankles were also tied together under the bars and back towards her wrists forming a painful hog-tie around the two bars. Her waist was secured between the bars by several coils of rope. Attached to the girls breasts were two funnel shaped objects topped by what appeared to be some sort of miniature syringes.
Penny studied the scene intently for several moments, but she couldn’t see any features in the room that gave any indication of where in the factory it might be located. Penny decided that if she wanted to get the young woman out, she was going to need someone to tell her where she was.
Quickly, Penny set up the small computer to override the video monitors and to play back repetitive loops of empty halls and offices. Entering the factory posed no major obstacle for Penny, who being fit and lithe was able to squeeze through a small ventilation shaft into a maintenance duct above the shop floor. Crawling along silently Penny made her way down toward the front of the building. In a few minutes she was in the hall outside the main lobby.
The Security Office was, as it is in most factories, located in the front offices and it took Penny no time to find it. When she burst through the office door Peaches and Cream leapt to their feet in surprise. Even with the two to one odds, the fight was short and heavily weighted against the larger women. Penny was on the two in a flash.
Cream was the first to cross Danger Babe’s path. Penny gave her a wicked scissor kick, connecting the ball of her foot square in the center of Creams sternum. She let out a loud “OOOOUUUUFFFF” as the wind left her. Then in a quick, fluid follow through Peaches ran in to the heel of Penny’s hand as she was taken out with a rapid punch to the chin.
By the time the two felons came around, they were tied back to back and head to tail. Their hands were tied behind their backs and around the torso of the other woman. Penny had tied the crossed ankles of both women and then back over the head of the other so their ankles could connect to the wrists creating a twin hog-tie. Once the women were secured, Penny started her interrogation.
“Where did the Dairy Queen put the Asian girl I saw tied up on the video monitor?” Penny started.
“FUCK YOU, YOU LITTLE BITCH!!!” spat back Peaches and Cream almost in unison.
“Look girls, I'm not inclined to play nice-nice after my little adventure back at the amusement pier.” Penny produced several rubber bands, some twine and two pairs of nipple clamps that she found in the office. They were similar to the little nasties that had been locked on to her tits back under the pier. After cutting away the coveralls from both women, she attached the clamps to the breasts of her two captives. Both of the dykes seemed to enjoy giving out punishment much more than receiving it. She then connected the clips to the bound ankles of the other woman with a short piece of rope.
Next, Penny wound the rubber bands up tightly between the two pencils, like the motor on a toy plane. She then held the bands in the bushy snatch of each woman and let them unwind, creating a hopeless tangle of rubber and hair. She then threaded a length of line under the tangled mass looped it back to the tied wrists of the other woman.
The end result was that each woman was intertwined in a back to back-to-back hogtie with the other woman. Unfortunately for the two busty dykes, they were now connected by more than just their love for one another.
Feeling that she was in a better position to negotiate, started with Peaches. “I know that being an insolent shit is part of your nature, Deary, but if you insist I’ll be more than happy to take the fight out of you.” Penny ran her hand along the short knotted rope that held Cream’s ankles and wrists.
Peaches immediately realized that if Danger Babe cut the rope, the only thing maintaining Cream’s hog-tie would be her own pubic hair and her already painfully stretched nipples. Once both of the barnyard bondagettes made this connection they were both very forthcoming.
“She’s down in the sub-basement,” they both volunteered in unison.
“Good, now we're getting somewhere, and how do I get down there?”
“You need to take the executive freight elevator in the back of the accounting offices,” Peaches chirped between painful gasps.
“And who is she? And why are you doing that to her?” Penny demanded.
“She was a copper that tried to infiltrate our factory. The Dairy Queen wanted to teach her a lesson,” Cream whined, trying to pull her wrists into a less stringent position. Her exertions only caused Peaches to thrash her legs as the lines tugged at her pubis. Both women groaned.
Penny questioned them for several more minutes to learn as much about the layout and security of the building as she could. Having learned what she thought they knew, Penny gagged the two women with generous amounts of duct tape, wrapping the lower parts of their faces(including their hair) under several layers of tape. She thought about cutting the key ropes holding the hog-ties, but decided against it. Although painful, it would have been too easy for them to get free, instead she added another four inches of slack so that the two had to try very hard not to cause a lot of discomfort to their mate.
Once satisfied that the two would not be getting loose in the near future. Penny set out for the sub-basement. She found the elevator exactly where she had been told.
As she waited for the elevator to arrive, Penny thought about the girl trapped below. The Buzzsaw P.D. was a chauvinist bastion in the eternally macho old lumber town, and never had a female police officer, even after it had grown into the busy metropolis it was today. Penny continued to speculate even as she cautiously entered the lift.
The inside of the elevator was small and unadorned. The walls were paneled in the usual faux wood typical of factory offices. The control panel had the usual array of buttons including 2,1,B and SB. Penny pressed SB. The door slid shut and the elevator started down.
Abruptly it stopped and a loud synthetic voice announced, “SECURITY PROTOCOL BREACH, ENTER IDENT CODE NOW. NEUTRALIZATION IN FIFTEEN SECONDS....TWELVE SECONDS....” Penny was dumb founded. She checked and overrun all alarms, electronic booby traps and detectors before entering the building, plus she had thoroughly questioned the two henchwomen tied up in the security office. How could she have missed this? “TEN SECONDS....”She searched vainly for a way to open the control panel. It was sealed shut and tamper proof. “”EIGHT SECONDS....SIX SECONDS....”Next she tried to access the escape hatch found on the top of most lifts. The grating that hid the fluorescent lighting was bolted in place. “FOUR SECONDS....TWO SECONDS.... NEUTRALIZATION COMMENCING ”
A cloud of thick white mist started to swirl around Penny’s feet. It came from four tiny jets located in the corners of the compartment’s floor. In seconds the gas had covered the black ankle boots that Penny was wearing. It sloshed and swam like some sort of thick liquid slowly clawing its way up her shapely legs. As the cloud quickly swirled up around her waist Penny heard a steady hum start above her as a fan started to stir the viscous gas, enveloping her in the fog. Penny briefly tasted a sweet powerful milky taste. Before she had time to react Penny collapsed to the floor immediately slipping into a deep sleep.
NEXT:_THE_LOW_CAL_DIET_DANGER_
By S. Sneakly, Copyright 1996
*Chapter Three*
The Deadly Dildo Danger
As the three villains left the helpless Danger Babe suspended over her watery grave, the telemetrically controlled dildo set about its evil business. The slightest motion set off its tiny motor, and finally its minuscule electric shock. The silver tip of the toy was buried deep between the folds of Penny's labia, crushed tight against the head of her clit by her velvet shorts.
The effect on the helpless woman was total, the motorized dildo throbbed relentlessly on the slightest provocation, stroking the inner reaches of her pussy as if trying to consume her from within. When the capacitor connected to the motor had built up sufficient power, it would slowly, over 15 or 20 seconds, release its charge into the girls sensitive sex. The resulting orgasm was unparalleled in Penny’s experience. Her whole body shook, every lean muscle tensed to the braking point. It was all that she could do to stay conscious against the intense sensation.
The weight of her suspended body and the slow pull of the incoming tide lifting the milk cans, was also sapping her strength. She needed to do something quickly or she would perish.
Even in her tight bondage she still had one trick. She moved her fingers slowly against the palm of her left glove, she had to move slowly, to minimize the effect on the dildo. Carefully her hands traced along the seam of the thin padding. Finally she found what she was looking for. She steeled herself against the next wave of sensation that was sure to follow. She dug into the seam with her fingers and pulled the pad part way down.
This simple act was met with a huge wave of sensation. The dildo, sensing the subtle motions of the girl, exploded with life, its rhythmic caress suddenly became a wildly gyrating dance deep inside her already drenched and aching pussy. Her body reflexively tightened, her thighs clamping tightly against one another, as she pulled against the ropes binding her legs and ankles. Suddenly, there was a sweet tingling sensation that radiated down the inside of her thighs and up through the inner most workings of her sex. Her body shuddered as the orgasm swept over her like crushing surf. As the capacitor drained its charge, Penny’s pussy
throbbed with feeling. The shock caused both intense pain and euphoria.
It was all she could do to avoid dropping her prize. As she slowly roused from her swoon she felt the small flexible blade that she had pulled from her glove still clutched in her hand.
Adjusting her grip on the small blade, she started to saw away at the ropes above her wrists. Despite her care the dildo continued to grid against her snatch as she tried to free herself. Each pass of the blade brought her closer to another deadly orgasm.
Olga had certainly planned this well, Penny thought, all of her efforts at escape were almost completely overwhelmed by the sexual frenzy of this deadly toy. But Penny was not planning on being defeated so easily. She continued to fight exhaustion and defeat even as she felt herself approach another insidious climax. After what seemed to be an eternity, Penny could feel the rope slowly beginning to give way beneath the blade. Her pussy burned from the almost constant stimulation the throbbing dildo elicited.
The Raft of milk cans were now completely erect in the water as the tide slowly pursued its war against the limits of the young woman’s resources. Penny gasping for strength through her heavy double gag and fought desperately to focus on cutting her bonds. Her arms ached from her long suspension, her head swam from the unnatural sensations. She glanced down at the frigid water, it had risen all the way up past her boots and was licking at the upper reaches of her naked thighs. The chill of the water lapping occasionally at her pussy only heightened the bizarre eroticism of the situation. The progressive tightening of her bondage combined with intense multiple orgasms left her drained both spiritually and physically.
When Penny was finally beginning to believe that she would escape her peril, calamity struck. As another wave of orgasms crashed over her, Penny lost her grip on the tiny blade. She recovered from the chilling orgasm only to hear her last hope plunk into the rising tide.
In her fury at losing the blade Penny screamed into her gag and thrashed uselessly at her bonds. The noise escaping from her gag was nothing more than a barely audible rash obscenities that would have been totally unintelligible to any one close enough to hear it. The Dairy Queens’ toy leapt to life at the provocation, it twisted and ground its way deeper and harder against Penelope’s clit. Within seconds Penny was swallowed by a level of sensation that she couldn’t have imagined. Her whole body tensed and quivered as the dildo took her to a rapid climax.
After the heat of her orgasm subsided, Penny hung there Partially submerged in the cold water, stretched and aching and totally spent. There was nothing she could do. Her only hope of escape was now out of reach. The electric shocks from the dildo had totally sapped her energy and her will to fight. She now resigned her self to the probability that the incoming tide would indeed rip her limb from limb. She could only await the pain of her own end.
She didn’t know how long she was stretched out like that, she had probably blacked out at some time or other. But suddenly she heard a low groaning sound. She thought at first that it must be coming from her own body. After a second she glanced up and saw that it was the cut that she had started in the rope. It was slowly starting to uncoil. Before she realized the significance of this the rope snapped, plunging her into the chilly bay.
She screamed uselessly into her gag as the cold water submerged her body. The raft of milk cans bobbed instantly to the surface, pulling Penelope underwater. Her bound ankles finally hit the submerged pulley. She was now tethered with her head below the surface. Her gag swelled with water. The cold rushed over her still smoking pussy, driving her to one last brief spasm of ecstasy, the capacitor in the dildo firing off the remainder of its charge.
Quickly recovering from her plunge into the bay, Penny started to struggle against the ropes around her wrists. With the tension on the ropes gone, it took Penny’s expertise only a few seconds to slip the bonds. She immediately reached down and detached the heel of her boot, revealing a concealed blade, and began sawing at the rope anchoring her under water. It took her an eternal thirty seconds of cutting before she was able to fight her way to the surface. She tore the gag from her mouth and hauled herself up onto the small floating dock.
Once her legs were untied, she pulled her soggy shorts down and pulled the spent dildo from inside her. Pressing the tabs to release her breasts from the clip on chain, she groaned as the blood rushed back into her deprived nipples. After recovering for a minute, she climbed up the ladder into the deserted aquarium.
She searched the building carefully, discovering the secret room where Olga and her milk maids had been hiding when she arrived. It was outfitted with monitors for a set of closed circuit cameras, VCRs, empty food containers and a pile of old clothes. Sorting through the pile of she found a pair of old jeans, a sleeveless sweatshirt and a pair of flip-flops. Next she went to shower off in the old locker room. There was no hot water, but she didn’t care. It was a relief to rinse the salt from her skin. After drying herself and get dressed, she returned to the secret room.
The VCR was still recording the spot where the Dairy Queen had been tormenting her. Penny popped out the tape and stuffed it in the pocket of her sweat top. Along with the horn shaped dildo and the weighted chain. Next she inspected the food containers. Sure enough some were from the S&M Dairy Company (Ice cream you can’t beat). There were also Chinese take-out boxes from some place called “Won Dum Fuk”. Penny didn’t know the place, but thought she might look into it later.
Her fanny-pack of tools also turned up, minus the more expensive electronics and burglary items. She expected this much and had a replacement set on her bike. From the equipment left operating in the room Penny was certain that the Dairy Queen planned to come back some time after Penny’s demise to clean up and recover proof of her death. Aunt Sylvia wanted Penny dead but was unlikely to pay for a hit without solid evidence. Penny also knew that Sylvia was offering bonus dollars for creativity.
Once Penny had gathered her things, she made one last check of the place to see if she had missed any clues and then started the hike back to her motorcycle. As she made her way up the hill to where she had hidden the bike, Penny thought about what to do next.
The Dairy Queen probably was certain that Penny was a goner. That meant she would
concentrate on moving the Bovinar Calf on to her fence or buyer. If that was right, Penny could get the drop on her if she moved quickly.
Penny looked at her boots and gloves. The long black gloves were soaked with salt water, but would be fine after rinsing and drying. The thigh high boots were also salvageable although the removable heel needed replacing. In any case she wasn’t going to be wearing either today. The shorts and top of her costume were a total loss. When she arrived at her bike she immediately looked in the saddle bag. She found a fresh pair of shorts, a sleeveless zippered vest, and a pair of ankle boots with two inch stiletto heels. All of it in her trademark black. She also found her back-up tool kit and some granola bars.
Wolfing down the granola she saddled up and headed for Olga’s hide-out cum ice cream factory. It was a beautiful day and Penny savored the ride to the dairy plant. The roads between the Pier and the factory were fairly remote and Penny was comfortable that she had not been observed on the trip. She parked her bike a quarter mile from the factory and lay down in grass away from the road and took a much needed nap.
When she woke up it was just after dusk. She finished what was left of the food, gathered her tools, climbing ropes, a small computer and set off for her target. When she was within sight of the dairy plant Penelope scanned the complex with her binoculars. There were clear signs that the factory was in use. Penny also marveled at the corporate logo, An anthropomorphic cow dressed in high-heels, stockings and a whip. No wonder the Dairy Queen was a crook, Penny thought, with marketing sense like that, what other choices did she have?
Penny made her way to the main building and scaled a drain pipe to the roof. Once atop the building she found a computer junction box near the satellite dish. She quickly inspected it for booby-traps and alarms. Finding none she pried it open. Taking out her small laptop Penny proceeded to test the various contacts until she located several that were carrying analog video signals.
Within minutes she had patched into the building's security monitors. Switching between the surveillance cameras, Penny was able to thoroughly case the building. In one section of the plant’s main floor Penny saw several women operating what seemed to be legitimate dairy processing equipment. They were all dressed exactly alike, white button down blouses, pleated plaid mini-skirts with white high-heeled pumps and topped off with an S&M Dairy baseball cap. Penny figured that this kinky school girl look was part of the Dairy Queen’s bizarre sense of “corporate image”. Most of the rest of the building appeared empty. She found Peaches and Cream lounging in the security office. They were still in their same hot shorted overalls, looking like Mr. Greenjean’s wet dream.
Scanning through the building Penny still came across neither the Bovinar Calf or the Dairy Queen herself. She knew that Olga wouldn’t go far without her two milk maids, especially with such valuable loot. Penny continued her search until suddenly she came across a room that she had not seen before. Its walls were covered with large peg boards, from which hung a variety of tools, ropes, pulleys and bridle equipment. In the middle of the room were two parallel chrome bars maybe eight feet long and eighteen inches apart. They were set at about ten degrees from horizontal and had a crank and ratchet that could raise or lower the angle of the two bars. At the base of the bars was what appeared to be a box with a studded ten inch dildo protruding from it.
Tied between the two bars was a young Asian woman, she was completely naked except for a thick black gag covering her mouth. Penny could see the long ends of the gag dangling beneath her, her long straight hair pinned to her neck by the cloth and a single black strap formed a cradle for her head. Her hands were tied behind her back so that they were looped around the bars and her shoulders were resting on the smooth metal. Her ankles were also tied together under the bars and back towards her wrists forming a painful hog-tie around the two bars. Her waist was secured between the bars by several coils of rope. Attached to the girls breasts were two funnel shaped objects topped by what appeared to be some sort of miniature syringes.
Penny studied the scene intently for several moments, but she couldn’t see any features in the room that gave any indication of where in the factory it might be located. Penny decided that if she wanted to get the young woman out, she was going to need someone to tell her where she was.
Quickly, Penny set up the small computer to override the video monitors and to play back repetitive loops of empty halls and offices. Entering the factory posed no major obstacle for Penny, who being fit and lithe was able to squeeze through a small ventilation shaft into a maintenance duct above the shop floor. Crawling along silently Penny made her way down toward the front of the building. In a few minutes she was in the hall outside the main lobby.
The Security Office was, as it is in most factories, located in the front offices and it took Penny no time to find it. When she burst through the office door Peaches and Cream leapt to their feet in surprise. Even with the two to one odds, the fight was short and heavily weighted against the larger women. Penny was on the two in a flash.
Cream was the first to cross Danger Babe’s path. Penny gave her a wicked scissor kick, connecting the ball of her foot square in the center of Creams sternum. She let out a loud “OOOOUUUUFFFF” as the wind left her. Then in a quick, fluid follow through Peaches ran in to the heel of Penny’s hand as she was taken out with a rapid punch to the chin.
By the time the two felons came around, they were tied back to back and head to tail. Their hands were tied behind their backs and around the torso of the other woman. Penny had tied the crossed ankles of both women and then back over the head of the other so their ankles could connect to the wrists creating a twin hog-tie. Once the women were secured, Penny started her interrogation.
“Where did the Dairy Queen put the Asian girl I saw tied up on the video monitor?” Penny started.
“FUCK YOU, YOU LITTLE BITCH!!!” spat back Peaches and Cream almost in unison.
“Look girls, I'm not inclined to play nice-nice after my little adventure back at the amusement pier.” Penny produced several rubber bands, some twine and two pairs of nipple clamps that she found in the office. They were similar to the little nasties that had been locked on to her tits back under the pier. After cutting away the coveralls from both women, she attached the clamps to the breasts of her two captives. Both of the dykes seemed to enjoy giving out punishment much more than receiving it. She then connected the clips to the bound ankles of the other woman with a short piece of rope.
Next, Penny wound the rubber bands up tightly between the two pencils, like the motor on a toy plane. She then held the bands in the bushy snatch of each woman and let them unwind, creating a hopeless tangle of rubber and hair. She then threaded a length of line under the tangled mass looped it back to the tied wrists of the other woman.
The end result was that each woman was intertwined in a back to back-to-back hogtie with the other woman. Unfortunately for the two busty dykes, they were now connected by more than just their love for one another.
Feeling that she was in a better position to negotiate, started with Peaches. “I know that being an insolent shit is part of your nature, Deary, but if you insist I’ll be more than happy to take the fight out of you.” Penny ran her hand along the short knotted rope that held Cream’s ankles and wrists.
Peaches immediately realized that if Danger Babe cut the rope, the only thing maintaining Cream’s hog-tie would be her own pubic hair and her already painfully stretched nipples. Once both of the barnyard bondagettes made this connection they were both very forthcoming.
“She’s down in the sub-basement,” they both volunteered in unison.
“Good, now we're getting somewhere, and how do I get down there?”
“You need to take the executive freight elevator in the back of the accounting offices,” Peaches chirped between painful gasps.
“And who is she? And why are you doing that to her?” Penny demanded.
“She was a copper that tried to infiltrate our factory. The Dairy Queen wanted to teach her a lesson,” Cream whined, trying to pull her wrists into a less stringent position. Her exertions only caused Peaches to thrash her legs as the lines tugged at her pubis. Both women groaned.
Penny questioned them for several more minutes to learn as much about the layout and security of the building as she could. Having learned what she thought they knew, Penny gagged the two women with generous amounts of duct tape, wrapping the lower parts of their faces(including their hair) under several layers of tape. She thought about cutting the key ropes holding the hog-ties, but decided against it. Although painful, it would have been too easy for them to get free, instead she added another four inches of slack so that the two had to try very hard not to cause a lot of discomfort to their mate.
Once satisfied that the two would not be getting loose in the near future. Penny set out for the sub-basement. She found the elevator exactly where she had been told.
As she waited for the elevator to arrive, Penny thought about the girl trapped below. The Buzzsaw P.D. was a chauvinist bastion in the eternally macho old lumber town, and never had a female police officer, even after it had grown into the busy metropolis it was today. Penny continued to speculate even as she cautiously entered the lift.
The inside of the elevator was small and unadorned. The walls were paneled in the usual faux wood typical of factory offices. The control panel had the usual array of buttons including 2,1,B and SB. Penny pressed SB. The door slid shut and the elevator started down.
Abruptly it stopped and a loud synthetic voice announced, “SECURITY PROTOCOL BREACH, ENTER IDENT CODE NOW. NEUTRALIZATION IN FIFTEEN SECONDS....TWELVE SECONDS....” Penny was dumb founded. She checked and overrun all alarms, electronic booby traps and detectors before entering the building, plus she had thoroughly questioned the two henchwomen tied up in the security office. How could she have missed this? “TEN SECONDS....”She searched vainly for a way to open the control panel. It was sealed shut and tamper proof. “”EIGHT SECONDS....SIX SECONDS....”Next she tried to access the escape hatch found on the top of most lifts. The grating that hid the fluorescent lighting was bolted in place. “FOUR SECONDS....TWO SECONDS.... NEUTRALIZATION COMMENCING ”
A cloud of thick white mist started to swirl around Penny’s feet. It came from four tiny jets located in the corners of the compartment’s floor. In seconds the gas had covered the black ankle boots that Penny was wearing. It sloshed and swam like some sort of thick liquid slowly clawing its way up her shapely legs. As the cloud quickly swirled up around her waist Penny heard a steady hum start above her as a fan started to stir the viscous gas, enveloping her in the fog. Penny briefly tasted a sweet powerful milky taste. Before she had time to react Penny collapsed to the floor immediately slipping into a deep sleep.
NEXT:_THE_LOW_CAL_DIET_DANGER_
Re: Danger Babe: The Perils of Penelope Young-Jugs
This story kept going better and better. Very good escape, the wrtiting is still excellent and she's falling in a devilish trap again!!!
She's having a rough time and I'm enjoying it. Outstanding story, thanks for sharing!!!
She's having a rough time and I'm enjoying it. Outstanding story, thanks for sharing!!!
Re: Danger Babe: The Perils of Penelope Young-Jugs
Thanks, I have been enjoying your recent Batgirl posts.
Re: Danger Babe: The Perils of Penelope Young-Jugs
The Perils of Penelope Young-Jugs
By S. Sneakly, Copyright 1996
*Chapter Four*
"THE LOW CAL DIET DANGER"
By S. Sneakly
Penelope was slow to remember what had happened to her. The sensations Penny felt as she regained consciousness were a cool sensuous tingling all across her skin. Her mind drifted back to a girl she had a fling with during her days on road. She could feel Anna’s soft caress, except that her hands seemed to glide all over her body all at once. Penelope lay motionless for several seconds, disoriented but enjoying the bliss.
Slowly, as her mind cleared, she recalled the capture of the two milkmaids, their brief interrogation about the beautiful Asian girl she had seen tied up on the security monitor. Then she recalled using the elevator to get to the sub-basement where the captive girl was supposedly being held, finally, the white milky aerosol that swirled in around her in the confines of the elevator.
Penelope was still too groggy to do much, but for the first time she realized that she was being restrained. She was lying on her back with her arms tied behind her, wrists attached to the opposing arms just above the elbow. This forced her back into an unnatural arch, pointing her breasts skyward. A narrow steel collar prevented her from raising her head. When she tried to adjust her uncomfortable position she discovered her legs were also restrained. They had been pulled completely straight with the feet spread wide. She was completely immobilized. Fear swept over her, she had been captured in the heart of the Dairy Queen’s lair.
Opening her eyes she blinked into a trio of bright blue lights. Reflexively she started to struggle against her bonds. Although she couldn’t see them, she could feel the cold steel pulling her ankles straight. Her own weight prevented her arms from moving within their bonds. Even so, her efforts were feeble after the drugging.
As the futility of her struggles sank in, Penelope turned her attention to her surroundings. She turned her head away from the blinding lights only to discover that she was pinned in the center of a large white enamel table. It was circular and tilted at ten-degrees, raising her head high enough to see the door beyond the bottom of the table.
Surveying the room revealed that she was being held somewhere inside the dairy plant. The room was large and spartan with an industrial feel about it. Hanging down from the ceiling, just beyond the pool of light was a large robotic arm. Attached to the end of the arm was what appeared to be a large fire hose nozzle. A long, semi-rigid hose connected to a machine that composed the left wall of the room fed the nozzle. The machine itself looked like two gargantuan brushed steel barrels tipped on their sides and bound together by a tangle of steel pipes and gauges. From the center of each cask protruded a slowly turning shaft. Moisture condensed on some of the pipes and both of the giant barrels despite the already chilly air. The gently humming machinery gave the air a cool sweet dairy like taste. Parked to the right of the door was a large TV monitor on a trolley.
Unable to move and still foggy from the white mist, Penny let her head sink gently back to the cold enamel. As far as she could tell, she was still wearing her black shorts, top and ankle boots. Her head swam, the knockout gas had a strange effect on her, it seemed as though every nerve in body was doing double duty, sensing the slightest change in her environment. She thought she could feel a change in every swirl and eddy of cool air across her body. Even her breathing seemed to affect the room, changing how the chill washed over her. Whatever was causing it, the sensation was not unpleasant, just intense. Penelope lay back, slowly moving her body within the confines of her bondage, absorbing the sensations.
She lay strapped down on the table like that for some time, but she wasn’t sure how long. Eventually, she heard the door open and a black figure walked in. It was the Dairy Queen. She was wearing a black fishnet body stocking; the gossamer black fabric hugged her ample curves and hid no secrets. Her sleeves ended with a loop of fabric over her middle finger, giving her hands a sleek dagger like appearance. Only the staccato click of her heels on the concrete floor cracked the mechanical hum of turning machinery as she moved across the room.
The Dairy queen smiled down at the helpless Danger Babe. Penny pulled at the straps binding her wrists. Olga was pleasantly satisfied as she watched the girl’s body slide back and forth on the smooth white enamel.
“I don’t think you’ll have much luck, Lover. You’ll find that you’ve been quite securely fettered.” She placed her hand on the Penelope bare calf, enjoying the way the athletic young woman tried to pull away at her touch. “I was elated to discover that you were able to escape my Tidal Rack Torture Trap. I’ve been thinking about how much I’ vould enjoy more playtime together,” she cooed as she puller herself lightly on to the table.
“And now I get my wish!!” She leaned over and ran her tongue over Penny’s exposed cleavage and up across her neck. Penny tried to roll her head away from the unwanted intimacy. Even so, she found the situation oddly erotic. She was still very groggy from the white mist. Her senses seemed to be heightened by the after effect of the gas, and the playful tongue running over her body made her shiver with anticipation. She couldn’t understand why she found it so stimulating. She did find bondage and danger incredibly erotic, but this was unbelievable, a simple lick of the tongue had driven her to near orgasm.
“Too bad that you were in such a hurry while interrogating Peaches and Cream, had you taken the time, I’m sure they would’ve told you about the booby-trapped elevator.” Olga ran her hand slowly down Penny’s chest and across her supple tummy. “The man who installed it told me that I should use something deadly, like cyanide or ricin, but I’m glad I decided against it.” Her hand made it down to the tight black shorts that hid the blond hair of Penny’s sex. She fingered the buttons lightly and gently massaged the damp fabric. Penny squirmed and let out a deep sensuous sigh.
“I guess you discovered the best side effect of my paralyzing gas. It comes from the venom of the Jakartan Cattle Viper. When mixed with milk and made into an aerosol it will cause a sudden endorphin release that renders the victim unconscious almost instantly. But when they come around they’re hyper-sensitive to almost all stimulation. You might say that they’ll come at the drop of a hat. Literally.” She seated herself on the round table so that she had command over the entirety of Penelope’s body.
The Dairy Queen ran her hand slowly over the restrained heroines’ body, caressing it as she went. Her hand slid up the young woman’s neck. Penny could feel Olga’s grip tighten suddenly around her slender throat and just below her chin. The Dairy Queen pulled Penny’s head over, forcing her to meet her gaze, announcing with a poisonous smile, “the effects will linger for several hours, so we’ll have plenty of time for an intimate discussion.”
Releasing her grip on the girl’s throat, Olga produced a thimble like item from a small pouch she had been carrying. It was made of polished silver and fit over Olga’s index finger up to the second knuckle. Extending almost an inch beyond the end was a brushed steel blade. It had a smooth tapered curve that ended in a sharp, pointed tip. The sleek blade was delicately engraved, but still had a look of deadly utility.
Olga slid the metal talon onto her finger and slowly started to drag the flat edge of the metal across Penelope’s throat, tracing an imaginary line just below the girl’s chin. “I’ve such wonderful and amazing plans for you... But, you know that you can help to decide your own fate...”
“Oh yes, I still plan to kill you, but how and when is going to be up to you.” The blade started gliding down Penny’s neck and over her exposed cleavage, just above the zipper of her Danger Babe vest. “You know that I’d get a million dollars from your aunt if I just did you right now. But I also know that you were able to steal thirty million from her before you launched your current costumed avenger career. Now, that’s what I call a full silo of grain.”
“Once you’re out of the way Aunt Sylvia will only have to play ‘find the missing bimbo’. You and your alter ego, whoever she may be, will ultimately be revealed, and it will only be a matter of time before Sylvia is able to recover that which you so rudely took from her.” She used the sharp point of the talon to trace lazy circles on Penelope’s panting stomach as she talked.
“If you tell me what name you lived under and where you stashed all that hay, I can make sure that Tatty Sylvia never gets a dime.” She felt her young victim quivering with sensation as she went on. She worked to control her voice; patience was the key.
“I know you hate her far more than you could ever hate me, after all she did to you, to your family.” Olga’s blade started its way down the material of Penny’s vest, easily slicing the sturdy garment. “In addition, I could make your exit from this world to the next much more like sexual ecstasy than agony.” As she said this the tip of her finger finished its lengthwise slice down the heroine’s top.
“NNNOOO!!!” moaned Penny defiantly as she pulled and bucked at her bonds. Her head was slowly clearing and she was desperately testing her strength against the straps that pinned her to the table.
“I wouldn’t plan on keeping any dinner dates if I were you, Lover.” Olga said with a maniacal grin that left Penelope coldly disheartened. “After I saw what a wonderful job you did subduing Peaches and Cream I thought it best to take care that such a mistress of bondage should not be allowed any leeway in her own predicament. But more about that later.”
“First, I want to talk about you.” Her barbed finger slowly brushed slowly along the torn remains of Penny’s vest. The Dairy Queen flicked open the vest revealing the smooth and lightly tanned flesh of Penny’s breasts. For the first time Penny realized the near freezer like chill of the room.
Olga gazed appreciatively at the soft brown skin of the dimpled areola and firm erectness of the nipples. She drew the razor sharp blade close to the base of one nipple. Penny closed her eyes in anticipation of what might follow, but at the same time she felt the press of cold steel against nipple, she also felt her muscles contract as a deep shivering orgasm spread through her body.
Strangely pleased by this, The Dairy Queen leaned down and gave a long exploring kiss to her helpless victim. “I can make things happen, Lover, but only if you help me. What is your name?”
“Penelope Young-Jugs” escaped the girl's quivering lips.
“No, what is the name you are using to the outside world?” Olga slid her hand down towards the top of the Danger Babe shorts. The thread of the buttons yielded easily under the sharp blade. Soon Olga was gently massaging Penny’s soft, wet pussy with her middle finger. Penny could feel the sharp blade brushing her inner thigh as Olga began to probe deeper with her two middle fingers.
Penelope moaned softly as reached her next climax. She wanted nothing beyond the release of these shuddering, wonderful sensations.
“Again, what is the name that you are living under?” Olga cooed in her deepest, most sensuous voice. She continued to massage Penny with long penetrating strokes, as her own state of arousal built on the young heroines slow, writhing, struggles of bondage and orgasm.
“No,” was all that Penny could muster to sigh in her rapture.
“Tell me Lover, who are you, where do you live?” Olga’s hand continued to slip in and out of Penny’s sopping sex, but she slowly started to increase the pressure and intensity of her lovemaking. Penny responded immediately with base animalistic gyrations, moaning uncontrollably.
“PLEASE, PLEASE NOT SO HARD!!!! IT’S STARTING TO HURT!!!!” Penny begged as bucked and thrust.
“Tell me what I want to know” the Dairy Queen whispered to her nearly exhausted captive. She continued to increase the pressure on the girl, driving her slowly beyond the threshold of ecstasy toward long throbbing orgasms of sensation she could not bear.
“PLEASE, I’M BEGGING!! IT HURTS SO MUCH, PLEASE!” Penny gasped.
“Then let’s hear your name” Olga commanded, she was losing herself to the moment and totally taken away with her sweating, agonized captive. She had interrogated many women in her years of crime but none had proved so formidable as this. This pretty young thing was being subjected to what Olga considered some of her most exotic torture and continued to fight back.
Penny was blind with sensation; she could feel the rub her torn clothes on her naked flesh, the cool swirling air of the room drying her sweat, the unforgiving straps pinning her to the table and the aggressive manipulations of the Dairy Queen’s hand. Penny felt the warm press of Olga’s lips to her own, hard warm kisses probing mouth and wandered across her body licking and biting her skin. Olga clamped her teeth playfully on Penny's erect nipples. They were still sensitive from her long wet bondage under the Pier. Penny pulled and rolled blindly in an attempt to free them from Olga’s evil bite.
Totally spent, Penelope would have gladly answered her interrogator to end the flooding rapture, but she heard no more questions come. Penny, no longer able to fight the sensuous overload lapsed into unconsciousness.
The Dairy Queen was cradling her head on Penelope’s bosom when Penny finally stirred from her exhausted sleep. Feeling the pretty captive begin to pull at her the straps pinning her to the bondage table, Olga sat up and clicked the small remote in her hand. The TV monitor that Penny had seen earlier went blank.
“Good morning Lover,” quipped Olga in a tone of mock cheer. “How do you feel? Still scrumptious I imagine, it’ll be hours still before you really start to recover from my ‘Orgasm Gas’.” Olga slid her hand down Penny’s body. It was only then that Penny realized that The Dairy Queen had removed the torn remnants of her Danger Babe costume. All that remained were the stiletto heeled ankle boots and her trademark neck choker. The cool air and difficult bondage had stiffened her joints terribly. Her body was also caked in the dried sweat of her ordeal. The hours of sexual torture that Olga had subjected her to left her hopelessly drained.
“You look tired, even after your nap. So why don’t I get you something to drink?” Olga hopped off the slanted table and sauntered over to the TV cart. From one of the lower shelves she produced a large glass pitcher of milk and glass with straw. “House specialty,” she laughed. She poured a glass and allowed Penny to drink it through the straw.
When she finished, Olga looked over her captive. “I think I’ll clean you up before we start on desert.” She walked over to the utility sink on the wall and started to fill it with hot water.
While she did this Penny took the chance to really test her bonds. She pulled hard on the straps clamped around her legs. The straps holding her thighs apart prevented her from having enough range of motion to pull at the ankle straps, the point where she thought she might have the most luck. Next she tried her wrists, she could feel the straps stretch, but they snapped back as soon as she released tension. Penny could tell that Olga had chosen the material just for such properties. She wanted to enjoy the struggle of her captives while neither giving the bonds enough slack to let her escape or be totally immobilizing.
Olga returned to the table with her bucket of steaming water, a large, coarse sponge and small bone handled object. Penny quickly recognized it as a folded straight razor. She immediately started to pull at her bonds when she saw it.
“Hush Lover, that’s exactly what I would advise against,” cooed Olga as she mounted the table by Penny’s feet. She put the bucket and sponge down and placed the handle of the closed razor against the restrained heroine’s clit. The after effect of the gas continued to work its evil magic. The touch of the cold steel on her delicate organ sped a shiver through her body.
“I think that pretty little hedge of yours is in need of a trim.” She dragged the closed razor up over Danger Babe’s taunt, flat stomach, between the mounds of her breasts, enjoying the distraught arousal of her victim.
When the Dairy Queen reached the bottom of her chin, Penny’s eyes were closed, and her lips were pursed with anticipation, of what, she did not know. As the razor crossed her lips, Penny reflexively kissed it. Pleased, Olga flipped the blade open and laid the shining blade on the girls slowly heaving chest.
Olga moved her hand over the length of Penny’s body inspecting the perfect tan flesh as she went. When her fingers reached the girl’s vulnerable pussy, she started caressing the head of her mound drawing out sweet groans from the prostrate girl. Her fingers slid expertly over tender skin bringing Penny to a gentle climax. In the midst of her stroking Olga started to smear the juices that were readily flowing from the girl across the small patch of fine blond hair that was her pubis. Penny’s hips writhed as the fingers brought her to an almost endless series of orgasms, one on top of the next.
As Penny roiled under the sexual onslaught, Olga picked up the steel razor and brought down on the soft hair of Penny’s patch. Feeling the blade gliding over her pussy Penny bit hard into lip trying to control the thrusting of body. The blade, sharp enough to cut a falling feather, drifted over the curves of the girl’s sex. Olga continued her work, deftly trimming away the small patch of blond hair until only the perfectly pared pink of Penelope’s pussy remained.
The Dairy Queen looked down at the quivering clean-shaven captive. She soaked the large coarse sponge from the pail and started to bath Penelope. She started with Penny’s face and worked her way down her body using broad lingering strokes. The removal of the sweat and grime of her ordeal lifted her black spirits somewhat. The feeling of fresh clean water on her did not have the same sexual context that had marked all the other tribulations the Dairy Queen had thus far heaped upon her. Olga swept Penny’s body clean even removing the loose hairs from her shaving. Finishing, the Dairy Queen slid from the table, went to the TV cart and turned on the monitor and returned to the table with a heavy towel and a remote control.
“Lover, shall we channel surf for a while?” Olga said with a sly rhetorical grin. As the monitor warmed up it showed a wide view of the factory floor, the same view Penny had seen up on the roof. Except that instead of a low-resolution gray scale image there was a clear vibrant color screen. The hum and chug of dairy equipment rumbled from the stereo speakers embedded on either side of the screen.
“I sent the help home so that we might have some privacy, murder is such a private business.” She clicked through an assortment of views of the factory floor and empty offices. Eventually, the monitor showed the security office where Penny had left the two milkmaids tied in their unpleasant double hog-tie. They were both still there, bound together, tugging at the ropes joining their bodies. Penny could see their nipples being periodically pulled and tugged as each woman tried to relieve the cramped discomfort of her own bondage. The women would duly grunt and groan as they fought back and forth, tugging on the ropes connecting to their pubic hairs and nipples. Both women were obviously exhausted. Penny soon realized that the key rope in the hog-tie had been let out considerably more than she had left it.
“Those two idiots deserved to be punished, and I thought you got them off to a good start,” the Dairy Queen surfed on, stopping at a loading dock. “In case you're wondering that’s where the Bovinar Calf is, at least for the moment.” She clicked onward.
“This, Lover, is where you would have ended up if it had not been otherwise engaged,” she said motioning to the screen. It was the beautiful asianl girl. She was still tied to the gently sloping parallel bars. The high-resolution screen gave Penny a much clearer view of what was going on than she had on her small handheld. The girl had progressed farther down the slope than she had when Penny last saw her. She could tell from the anguished look on the girls face that she was being subjected to some sort of diabolical sexual torture similar to what the Dairy Queen had been subjecting Penny to.
The high-resolution screen gave an improved view of the girl’s plight. The large dildo at the base of the slide was turning its studded surface slowly as the girl writhed in a futile effort to escape. The tip of the device had not yet penetrated too deeply between the folds of her labia. Mounted on her breasts were what appeared to be a pair of funnels. The flesh of the breasts were gently rising and falling inside with slow mechanical cycles. Two hoses led from the funnel ends and snaked the floor feeding into a small piston pump. As the flywheel of the pump slowly spun the arm of the piston plunged and pulled, each thrust evacuating a small amount of air, tugging the nipples farther into the cups.
“Beautiful isn’t she?” Olga queried. “Such beauty held such promise and betrayal. She tried to infiltrate my organization. I brought her in, gave her a job and she tried to set me up. But as you also found out, snooping around is a dangerous business.” Penny looked at the unfortunate girl. Even in the sophisticated bondage trap that Olga had tied her, it was clear that she was a fit athletic type that Penny had always found attractive. Her muscles were lean, but not bulky. She had more western features than Penny had noticed earlier. She had the clearly Asiatic features, possibly Chinese; a beautifully rounded face with high, elegant cheekbones set below wide almond eyes. But her nose was more of a straight European type.
Watching the girl struggle held the Dairy Queen totally captivated. She started to run her hand absently up and down Penelope’s naked thigh.
“I caught her in a trap similar to the one I caught you in. It was while we were planning the big museum heist at the Amusement Pier. She was rifling through my office when she accidentally set off a gas bomb I had rigged in a filing cabinet. We found her when we got back.” Seeing the beautiful young thing in such perilous bondage was getting Olga all hot and bothered. Penny could feel the coarse fabric of Olga’s body stocking rubbing on her leg. Olga was staring transfixed at the image of the girl in the monitor.
“You see those two funnels? They’re hooked up to that Nook-O-Matic breast pump. I’ve set the vacuum on it to its lowest setting, but it’s still pulling, sucking at her tender young tits, drawing them slowly up the funnel.”
“And do you know what I have at the top of those pipes?” She smiled, wetted her lips and continued, “There are three micro needles in each one. Filled with the same venom that I used in my orgasm gas. Unfortunately, when taken subdermally the effect is quite the opposite from what happened to you. Once it enters the bloodstream it causes the ecstasy you've so enjoyed. But ultimately comes her orgasmic exit.” She pursed her lips in mock sadness, “of course that may take a while since the breasts are mostly fatty tissue.”
“But let us get back to the dishy demise I have planned for you.” She leaned over and kissed Penny. Slowly probing the girl’s small, pretty mouth. Penny, still under the influence of the orgasm gas, was compelled to reciprocate. As their tongues intertwined Olga slid her hand down into Penelope’s sex. Penelope gasped in her arousal, Olga suddenly stuffed a folded handkerchief into Penny’s open mouth. Before Penny could react the Dairy Queen had secured the gag with a broad strip of red PVC tape that covered her mouth from below her nose to her chin and from ear to ear.
“There now Lover, you look perfectly pretty in your present peril.” She picked up the remote control and deftly manipulated a mini joystick. The robotic arm whirred to life and glided smoothly over to the table. As the proboscis hovered over the captive heroine the Dairy Queen pressed a red button labeled “TEST” at the base of its large nozzle. A large glob of white foam formed at the tip of the hose.
“I hope you like French Vanilla, lover because you’re going to be getting an awful lot of it,” Olga laughed and took the cold mass and smeared some on each of Penelope’s exposed breasts. Her nipples hardened immediately under the cold heavy white froth. Olga, pleased at this, ran her hand down the girls belly leaving a white trail. When she reached Penny's freshly shaved bush, she smeared the remainder slowly into her crotch, the icy cold shocked Penelope’s sex. Olga could feel Penny’s clit swell with arousal. She gently rubbed the soft mass into her pussy.
“Don’t worry Lover, this is low fat yogurt, less than 10 calories per serving.” She slid down the table until her lips were only inches away from Penelope’s undefended desert spread. Olga’s tongue took a few quick, experimental licks. Penny fought the fresh onslaught of sensation as the Dairy Queen’s mouth gently closed over the pinned girl’s quivering flesh. Olga’s tongue alternately licked and probed as Penny’s hips slowly gyrated.
When she finished, Olga sat up and daintily wiped her lips on the lace sleeve. She slid off the table and picked up her remote. With a click of the button there was low hydraulic hum.
“I guess this is ‘au revoir,’ or to be more precise ‘good-bye.’” As she spoke, the edge of the table slid up until Penny was lying at the bottom of an eighteen-inch deep pit.
“So this is how it works, Lover. Those two giant vats over there have been churning away making those yummy frosty frozen yogurts we sell all over town. But we also make cakes. Cakes for all occasions; for anniversaries, bar mitzvahs, birthdays.... Ah! Birthdays!!! Now that’s where you come in, your Aunt Sylvia is going to REALLY love the cake I have planned.” She gave Penelope a wry smile, “You know some people get cakes where a naked girl pops out, well, this isn’t exactly that. You’ll be in it, but you won’t be popping out.”
“This robotic arm is computer controlled, it will carefully spread gallon after gallon of smooth and creamy French vanilla yogurt over your luscious young form until this form is filled.” She tapped the enameled pan. “And at Tatty Sylvia’s birthday next month she’ll get to cut the cake, Danger Babe a la mode.”
“BUT OLGA!!! THAT WILL TAKE HOURS!! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO TO PASS THE TIME? You might ask.” From the floor the Dairy queen lifted a small aluminum object. It was shaped like a set of insulators, the kind used on high voltage power lines. The shape reminded Penelope of a half dozen mushroom caps strung in a row. The shaft drooped slightly at one end. The other end had a round oblong tail. The entire devise was ten inches long and perhaps two inches wide. Penelope had no idea what it was.
“So Lover, do you know what this is?” Penny shook her head in a frightened ‘No.’ “I call it the ‘Wiggly Worm’. Do you know what the Wiggly Worm does?” She ran it affectionately over her hand. “The Wiggly Worm is sort of like a vibrator, but not quite. It’s more like a self propelled dildo, I put the first segment in your pussy and turn it on. Instead of just vibrating you into orgasm, it strokes and worms it way deeper and deeper into your pussy. Quite a unique sensation, I’m sure you’ll find that it’ll effectively keep your mind off the time.” Olga lowered the side of the table and climbed up next to the bound heroine. She started to rub the gadget against the head of Penelope’s clit, soon the first segment of the worm was firmly embedded in the lips of her pussy.
Finishing that, the Dairy Queen moved up the table until she was looking directly into Penelope’s pale blue eyes. Her hand roamed the girl’s firm body one last time, massaging her erect nipples and exploring the folds of her labia.
“You know Lover, I must admit that I’m tempted to keep you as a pet. I’ve had such a wonderful time playing with you, but now I must leave.” She peeled back the wide swath of tape, removed the wad of cloth and gave Penelope a last probing kiss before replacing the gaggage.
“Well, bye-bye Lover!!” Olga said as she slid off the end of the table. “I hope you enjoy your last few hours!!” With that, she clicked her remote. Again the rim of the pan glided into place with a quite click. Another click of the remote and the whole tray started to roll around its perimeter, slowly tipping Penelope to her side then gently head down and finally back to head up. The robotic arm swung to life. It rotated down towards Penelope’s feet and began shooting a thick cold jet of foam across her legs.
The Dairy Queen beamed at her struggling victim, her hands slid up and down her sides eventually one made its way to her crotch. Her hand slid gently across her own sex, keeping tempo with the struggles of her captive. As she became more and more involved own sexual relief she pointed the remote in Penelope’s direction.
The wiggly worm buzzed into action. Its tail began to spin slowly as its head started vibrating in a slow corkscrew fashion. The worm’s body whipped back and forth between the girls legs.
“Well again, and for the last time, good-bye Danger Babe!!” She strode to the door, turned for one last appreciative look and left.
But Penelope hardly noticed the overly theatrical exit, she was consumed with more pressing problems. The wiggly worm was living up to its name and the robotic arm was quickly encasing her naked body in a cool white tomb of frosty French Vanilla.
NEXT: THE THREE BALLS OF HARRY PALMS
By S. Sneakly, Copyright 1996
*Chapter Four*
"THE LOW CAL DIET DANGER"
By S. Sneakly
Penelope was slow to remember what had happened to her. The sensations Penny felt as she regained consciousness were a cool sensuous tingling all across her skin. Her mind drifted back to a girl she had a fling with during her days on road. She could feel Anna’s soft caress, except that her hands seemed to glide all over her body all at once. Penelope lay motionless for several seconds, disoriented but enjoying the bliss.
Slowly, as her mind cleared, she recalled the capture of the two milkmaids, their brief interrogation about the beautiful Asian girl she had seen tied up on the security monitor. Then she recalled using the elevator to get to the sub-basement where the captive girl was supposedly being held, finally, the white milky aerosol that swirled in around her in the confines of the elevator.
Penelope was still too groggy to do much, but for the first time she realized that she was being restrained. She was lying on her back with her arms tied behind her, wrists attached to the opposing arms just above the elbow. This forced her back into an unnatural arch, pointing her breasts skyward. A narrow steel collar prevented her from raising her head. When she tried to adjust her uncomfortable position she discovered her legs were also restrained. They had been pulled completely straight with the feet spread wide. She was completely immobilized. Fear swept over her, she had been captured in the heart of the Dairy Queen’s lair.
Opening her eyes she blinked into a trio of bright blue lights. Reflexively she started to struggle against her bonds. Although she couldn’t see them, she could feel the cold steel pulling her ankles straight. Her own weight prevented her arms from moving within their bonds. Even so, her efforts were feeble after the drugging.
As the futility of her struggles sank in, Penelope turned her attention to her surroundings. She turned her head away from the blinding lights only to discover that she was pinned in the center of a large white enamel table. It was circular and tilted at ten-degrees, raising her head high enough to see the door beyond the bottom of the table.
Surveying the room revealed that she was being held somewhere inside the dairy plant. The room was large and spartan with an industrial feel about it. Hanging down from the ceiling, just beyond the pool of light was a large robotic arm. Attached to the end of the arm was what appeared to be a large fire hose nozzle. A long, semi-rigid hose connected to a machine that composed the left wall of the room fed the nozzle. The machine itself looked like two gargantuan brushed steel barrels tipped on their sides and bound together by a tangle of steel pipes and gauges. From the center of each cask protruded a slowly turning shaft. Moisture condensed on some of the pipes and both of the giant barrels despite the already chilly air. The gently humming machinery gave the air a cool sweet dairy like taste. Parked to the right of the door was a large TV monitor on a trolley.
Unable to move and still foggy from the white mist, Penny let her head sink gently back to the cold enamel. As far as she could tell, she was still wearing her black shorts, top and ankle boots. Her head swam, the knockout gas had a strange effect on her, it seemed as though every nerve in body was doing double duty, sensing the slightest change in her environment. She thought she could feel a change in every swirl and eddy of cool air across her body. Even her breathing seemed to affect the room, changing how the chill washed over her. Whatever was causing it, the sensation was not unpleasant, just intense. Penelope lay back, slowly moving her body within the confines of her bondage, absorbing the sensations.
She lay strapped down on the table like that for some time, but she wasn’t sure how long. Eventually, she heard the door open and a black figure walked in. It was the Dairy Queen. She was wearing a black fishnet body stocking; the gossamer black fabric hugged her ample curves and hid no secrets. Her sleeves ended with a loop of fabric over her middle finger, giving her hands a sleek dagger like appearance. Only the staccato click of her heels on the concrete floor cracked the mechanical hum of turning machinery as she moved across the room.
The Dairy queen smiled down at the helpless Danger Babe. Penny pulled at the straps binding her wrists. Olga was pleasantly satisfied as she watched the girl’s body slide back and forth on the smooth white enamel.
“I don’t think you’ll have much luck, Lover. You’ll find that you’ve been quite securely fettered.” She placed her hand on the Penelope bare calf, enjoying the way the athletic young woman tried to pull away at her touch. “I was elated to discover that you were able to escape my Tidal Rack Torture Trap. I’ve been thinking about how much I’ vould enjoy more playtime together,” she cooed as she puller herself lightly on to the table.
“And now I get my wish!!” She leaned over and ran her tongue over Penny’s exposed cleavage and up across her neck. Penny tried to roll her head away from the unwanted intimacy. Even so, she found the situation oddly erotic. She was still very groggy from the white mist. Her senses seemed to be heightened by the after effect of the gas, and the playful tongue running over her body made her shiver with anticipation. She couldn’t understand why she found it so stimulating. She did find bondage and danger incredibly erotic, but this was unbelievable, a simple lick of the tongue had driven her to near orgasm.
“Too bad that you were in such a hurry while interrogating Peaches and Cream, had you taken the time, I’m sure they would’ve told you about the booby-trapped elevator.” Olga ran her hand slowly down Penny’s chest and across her supple tummy. “The man who installed it told me that I should use something deadly, like cyanide or ricin, but I’m glad I decided against it.” Her hand made it down to the tight black shorts that hid the blond hair of Penny’s sex. She fingered the buttons lightly and gently massaged the damp fabric. Penny squirmed and let out a deep sensuous sigh.
“I guess you discovered the best side effect of my paralyzing gas. It comes from the venom of the Jakartan Cattle Viper. When mixed with milk and made into an aerosol it will cause a sudden endorphin release that renders the victim unconscious almost instantly. But when they come around they’re hyper-sensitive to almost all stimulation. You might say that they’ll come at the drop of a hat. Literally.” She seated herself on the round table so that she had command over the entirety of Penelope’s body.
The Dairy Queen ran her hand slowly over the restrained heroines’ body, caressing it as she went. Her hand slid up the young woman’s neck. Penny could feel Olga’s grip tighten suddenly around her slender throat and just below her chin. The Dairy Queen pulled Penny’s head over, forcing her to meet her gaze, announcing with a poisonous smile, “the effects will linger for several hours, so we’ll have plenty of time for an intimate discussion.”
Releasing her grip on the girl’s throat, Olga produced a thimble like item from a small pouch she had been carrying. It was made of polished silver and fit over Olga’s index finger up to the second knuckle. Extending almost an inch beyond the end was a brushed steel blade. It had a smooth tapered curve that ended in a sharp, pointed tip. The sleek blade was delicately engraved, but still had a look of deadly utility.
Olga slid the metal talon onto her finger and slowly started to drag the flat edge of the metal across Penelope’s throat, tracing an imaginary line just below the girl’s chin. “I’ve such wonderful and amazing plans for you... But, you know that you can help to decide your own fate...”
“Oh yes, I still plan to kill you, but how and when is going to be up to you.” The blade started gliding down Penny’s neck and over her exposed cleavage, just above the zipper of her Danger Babe vest. “You know that I’d get a million dollars from your aunt if I just did you right now. But I also know that you were able to steal thirty million from her before you launched your current costumed avenger career. Now, that’s what I call a full silo of grain.”
“Once you’re out of the way Aunt Sylvia will only have to play ‘find the missing bimbo’. You and your alter ego, whoever she may be, will ultimately be revealed, and it will only be a matter of time before Sylvia is able to recover that which you so rudely took from her.” She used the sharp point of the talon to trace lazy circles on Penelope’s panting stomach as she talked.
“If you tell me what name you lived under and where you stashed all that hay, I can make sure that Tatty Sylvia never gets a dime.” She felt her young victim quivering with sensation as she went on. She worked to control her voice; patience was the key.
“I know you hate her far more than you could ever hate me, after all she did to you, to your family.” Olga’s blade started its way down the material of Penny’s vest, easily slicing the sturdy garment. “In addition, I could make your exit from this world to the next much more like sexual ecstasy than agony.” As she said this the tip of her finger finished its lengthwise slice down the heroine’s top.
“NNNOOO!!!” moaned Penny defiantly as she pulled and bucked at her bonds. Her head was slowly clearing and she was desperately testing her strength against the straps that pinned her to the table.
“I wouldn’t plan on keeping any dinner dates if I were you, Lover.” Olga said with a maniacal grin that left Penelope coldly disheartened. “After I saw what a wonderful job you did subduing Peaches and Cream I thought it best to take care that such a mistress of bondage should not be allowed any leeway in her own predicament. But more about that later.”
“First, I want to talk about you.” Her barbed finger slowly brushed slowly along the torn remains of Penny’s vest. The Dairy Queen flicked open the vest revealing the smooth and lightly tanned flesh of Penny’s breasts. For the first time Penny realized the near freezer like chill of the room.
Olga gazed appreciatively at the soft brown skin of the dimpled areola and firm erectness of the nipples. She drew the razor sharp blade close to the base of one nipple. Penny closed her eyes in anticipation of what might follow, but at the same time she felt the press of cold steel against nipple, she also felt her muscles contract as a deep shivering orgasm spread through her body.
Strangely pleased by this, The Dairy Queen leaned down and gave a long exploring kiss to her helpless victim. “I can make things happen, Lover, but only if you help me. What is your name?”
“Penelope Young-Jugs” escaped the girl's quivering lips.
“No, what is the name you are using to the outside world?” Olga slid her hand down towards the top of the Danger Babe shorts. The thread of the buttons yielded easily under the sharp blade. Soon Olga was gently massaging Penny’s soft, wet pussy with her middle finger. Penny could feel the sharp blade brushing her inner thigh as Olga began to probe deeper with her two middle fingers.
Penelope moaned softly as reached her next climax. She wanted nothing beyond the release of these shuddering, wonderful sensations.
“Again, what is the name that you are living under?” Olga cooed in her deepest, most sensuous voice. She continued to massage Penny with long penetrating strokes, as her own state of arousal built on the young heroines slow, writhing, struggles of bondage and orgasm.
“No,” was all that Penny could muster to sigh in her rapture.
“Tell me Lover, who are you, where do you live?” Olga’s hand continued to slip in and out of Penny’s sopping sex, but she slowly started to increase the pressure and intensity of her lovemaking. Penny responded immediately with base animalistic gyrations, moaning uncontrollably.
“PLEASE, PLEASE NOT SO HARD!!!! IT’S STARTING TO HURT!!!!” Penny begged as bucked and thrust.
“Tell me what I want to know” the Dairy Queen whispered to her nearly exhausted captive. She continued to increase the pressure on the girl, driving her slowly beyond the threshold of ecstasy toward long throbbing orgasms of sensation she could not bear.
“PLEASE, I’M BEGGING!! IT HURTS SO MUCH, PLEASE!” Penny gasped.
“Then let’s hear your name” Olga commanded, she was losing herself to the moment and totally taken away with her sweating, agonized captive. She had interrogated many women in her years of crime but none had proved so formidable as this. This pretty young thing was being subjected to what Olga considered some of her most exotic torture and continued to fight back.
Penny was blind with sensation; she could feel the rub her torn clothes on her naked flesh, the cool swirling air of the room drying her sweat, the unforgiving straps pinning her to the table and the aggressive manipulations of the Dairy Queen’s hand. Penny felt the warm press of Olga’s lips to her own, hard warm kisses probing mouth and wandered across her body licking and biting her skin. Olga clamped her teeth playfully on Penny's erect nipples. They were still sensitive from her long wet bondage under the Pier. Penny pulled and rolled blindly in an attempt to free them from Olga’s evil bite.
Totally spent, Penelope would have gladly answered her interrogator to end the flooding rapture, but she heard no more questions come. Penny, no longer able to fight the sensuous overload lapsed into unconsciousness.
The Dairy Queen was cradling her head on Penelope’s bosom when Penny finally stirred from her exhausted sleep. Feeling the pretty captive begin to pull at her the straps pinning her to the bondage table, Olga sat up and clicked the small remote in her hand. The TV monitor that Penny had seen earlier went blank.
“Good morning Lover,” quipped Olga in a tone of mock cheer. “How do you feel? Still scrumptious I imagine, it’ll be hours still before you really start to recover from my ‘Orgasm Gas’.” Olga slid her hand down Penny’s body. It was only then that Penny realized that The Dairy Queen had removed the torn remnants of her Danger Babe costume. All that remained were the stiletto heeled ankle boots and her trademark neck choker. The cool air and difficult bondage had stiffened her joints terribly. Her body was also caked in the dried sweat of her ordeal. The hours of sexual torture that Olga had subjected her to left her hopelessly drained.
“You look tired, even after your nap. So why don’t I get you something to drink?” Olga hopped off the slanted table and sauntered over to the TV cart. From one of the lower shelves she produced a large glass pitcher of milk and glass with straw. “House specialty,” she laughed. She poured a glass and allowed Penny to drink it through the straw.
When she finished, Olga looked over her captive. “I think I’ll clean you up before we start on desert.” She walked over to the utility sink on the wall and started to fill it with hot water.
While she did this Penny took the chance to really test her bonds. She pulled hard on the straps clamped around her legs. The straps holding her thighs apart prevented her from having enough range of motion to pull at the ankle straps, the point where she thought she might have the most luck. Next she tried her wrists, she could feel the straps stretch, but they snapped back as soon as she released tension. Penny could tell that Olga had chosen the material just for such properties. She wanted to enjoy the struggle of her captives while neither giving the bonds enough slack to let her escape or be totally immobilizing.
Olga returned to the table with her bucket of steaming water, a large, coarse sponge and small bone handled object. Penny quickly recognized it as a folded straight razor. She immediately started to pull at her bonds when she saw it.
“Hush Lover, that’s exactly what I would advise against,” cooed Olga as she mounted the table by Penny’s feet. She put the bucket and sponge down and placed the handle of the closed razor against the restrained heroine’s clit. The after effect of the gas continued to work its evil magic. The touch of the cold steel on her delicate organ sped a shiver through her body.
“I think that pretty little hedge of yours is in need of a trim.” She dragged the closed razor up over Danger Babe’s taunt, flat stomach, between the mounds of her breasts, enjoying the distraught arousal of her victim.
When the Dairy Queen reached the bottom of her chin, Penny’s eyes were closed, and her lips were pursed with anticipation, of what, she did not know. As the razor crossed her lips, Penny reflexively kissed it. Pleased, Olga flipped the blade open and laid the shining blade on the girls slowly heaving chest.
Olga moved her hand over the length of Penny’s body inspecting the perfect tan flesh as she went. When her fingers reached the girl’s vulnerable pussy, she started caressing the head of her mound drawing out sweet groans from the prostrate girl. Her fingers slid expertly over tender skin bringing Penny to a gentle climax. In the midst of her stroking Olga started to smear the juices that were readily flowing from the girl across the small patch of fine blond hair that was her pubis. Penny’s hips writhed as the fingers brought her to an almost endless series of orgasms, one on top of the next.
As Penny roiled under the sexual onslaught, Olga picked up the steel razor and brought down on the soft hair of Penny’s patch. Feeling the blade gliding over her pussy Penny bit hard into lip trying to control the thrusting of body. The blade, sharp enough to cut a falling feather, drifted over the curves of the girl’s sex. Olga continued her work, deftly trimming away the small patch of blond hair until only the perfectly pared pink of Penelope’s pussy remained.
The Dairy Queen looked down at the quivering clean-shaven captive. She soaked the large coarse sponge from the pail and started to bath Penelope. She started with Penny’s face and worked her way down her body using broad lingering strokes. The removal of the sweat and grime of her ordeal lifted her black spirits somewhat. The feeling of fresh clean water on her did not have the same sexual context that had marked all the other tribulations the Dairy Queen had thus far heaped upon her. Olga swept Penny’s body clean even removing the loose hairs from her shaving. Finishing, the Dairy Queen slid from the table, went to the TV cart and turned on the monitor and returned to the table with a heavy towel and a remote control.
“Lover, shall we channel surf for a while?” Olga said with a sly rhetorical grin. As the monitor warmed up it showed a wide view of the factory floor, the same view Penny had seen up on the roof. Except that instead of a low-resolution gray scale image there was a clear vibrant color screen. The hum and chug of dairy equipment rumbled from the stereo speakers embedded on either side of the screen.
“I sent the help home so that we might have some privacy, murder is such a private business.” She clicked through an assortment of views of the factory floor and empty offices. Eventually, the monitor showed the security office where Penny had left the two milkmaids tied in their unpleasant double hog-tie. They were both still there, bound together, tugging at the ropes joining their bodies. Penny could see their nipples being periodically pulled and tugged as each woman tried to relieve the cramped discomfort of her own bondage. The women would duly grunt and groan as they fought back and forth, tugging on the ropes connecting to their pubic hairs and nipples. Both women were obviously exhausted. Penny soon realized that the key rope in the hog-tie had been let out considerably more than she had left it.
“Those two idiots deserved to be punished, and I thought you got them off to a good start,” the Dairy Queen surfed on, stopping at a loading dock. “In case you're wondering that’s where the Bovinar Calf is, at least for the moment.” She clicked onward.
“This, Lover, is where you would have ended up if it had not been otherwise engaged,” she said motioning to the screen. It was the beautiful asianl girl. She was still tied to the gently sloping parallel bars. The high-resolution screen gave Penny a much clearer view of what was going on than she had on her small handheld. The girl had progressed farther down the slope than she had when Penny last saw her. She could tell from the anguished look on the girls face that she was being subjected to some sort of diabolical sexual torture similar to what the Dairy Queen had been subjecting Penny to.
The high-resolution screen gave an improved view of the girl’s plight. The large dildo at the base of the slide was turning its studded surface slowly as the girl writhed in a futile effort to escape. The tip of the device had not yet penetrated too deeply between the folds of her labia. Mounted on her breasts were what appeared to be a pair of funnels. The flesh of the breasts were gently rising and falling inside with slow mechanical cycles. Two hoses led from the funnel ends and snaked the floor feeding into a small piston pump. As the flywheel of the pump slowly spun the arm of the piston plunged and pulled, each thrust evacuating a small amount of air, tugging the nipples farther into the cups.
“Beautiful isn’t she?” Olga queried. “Such beauty held such promise and betrayal. She tried to infiltrate my organization. I brought her in, gave her a job and she tried to set me up. But as you also found out, snooping around is a dangerous business.” Penny looked at the unfortunate girl. Even in the sophisticated bondage trap that Olga had tied her, it was clear that she was a fit athletic type that Penny had always found attractive. Her muscles were lean, but not bulky. She had more western features than Penny had noticed earlier. She had the clearly Asiatic features, possibly Chinese; a beautifully rounded face with high, elegant cheekbones set below wide almond eyes. But her nose was more of a straight European type.
Watching the girl struggle held the Dairy Queen totally captivated. She started to run her hand absently up and down Penelope’s naked thigh.
“I caught her in a trap similar to the one I caught you in. It was while we were planning the big museum heist at the Amusement Pier. She was rifling through my office when she accidentally set off a gas bomb I had rigged in a filing cabinet. We found her when we got back.” Seeing the beautiful young thing in such perilous bondage was getting Olga all hot and bothered. Penny could feel the coarse fabric of Olga’s body stocking rubbing on her leg. Olga was staring transfixed at the image of the girl in the monitor.
“You see those two funnels? They’re hooked up to that Nook-O-Matic breast pump. I’ve set the vacuum on it to its lowest setting, but it’s still pulling, sucking at her tender young tits, drawing them slowly up the funnel.”
“And do you know what I have at the top of those pipes?” She smiled, wetted her lips and continued, “There are three micro needles in each one. Filled with the same venom that I used in my orgasm gas. Unfortunately, when taken subdermally the effect is quite the opposite from what happened to you. Once it enters the bloodstream it causes the ecstasy you've so enjoyed. But ultimately comes her orgasmic exit.” She pursed her lips in mock sadness, “of course that may take a while since the breasts are mostly fatty tissue.”
“But let us get back to the dishy demise I have planned for you.” She leaned over and kissed Penny. Slowly probing the girl’s small, pretty mouth. Penny, still under the influence of the orgasm gas, was compelled to reciprocate. As their tongues intertwined Olga slid her hand down into Penelope’s sex. Penelope gasped in her arousal, Olga suddenly stuffed a folded handkerchief into Penny’s open mouth. Before Penny could react the Dairy Queen had secured the gag with a broad strip of red PVC tape that covered her mouth from below her nose to her chin and from ear to ear.
“There now Lover, you look perfectly pretty in your present peril.” She picked up the remote control and deftly manipulated a mini joystick. The robotic arm whirred to life and glided smoothly over to the table. As the proboscis hovered over the captive heroine the Dairy Queen pressed a red button labeled “TEST” at the base of its large nozzle. A large glob of white foam formed at the tip of the hose.
“I hope you like French Vanilla, lover because you’re going to be getting an awful lot of it,” Olga laughed and took the cold mass and smeared some on each of Penelope’s exposed breasts. Her nipples hardened immediately under the cold heavy white froth. Olga, pleased at this, ran her hand down the girls belly leaving a white trail. When she reached Penny's freshly shaved bush, she smeared the remainder slowly into her crotch, the icy cold shocked Penelope’s sex. Olga could feel Penny’s clit swell with arousal. She gently rubbed the soft mass into her pussy.
“Don’t worry Lover, this is low fat yogurt, less than 10 calories per serving.” She slid down the table until her lips were only inches away from Penelope’s undefended desert spread. Olga’s tongue took a few quick, experimental licks. Penny fought the fresh onslaught of sensation as the Dairy Queen’s mouth gently closed over the pinned girl’s quivering flesh. Olga’s tongue alternately licked and probed as Penny’s hips slowly gyrated.
When she finished, Olga sat up and daintily wiped her lips on the lace sleeve. She slid off the table and picked up her remote. With a click of the button there was low hydraulic hum.
“I guess this is ‘au revoir,’ or to be more precise ‘good-bye.’” As she spoke, the edge of the table slid up until Penny was lying at the bottom of an eighteen-inch deep pit.
“So this is how it works, Lover. Those two giant vats over there have been churning away making those yummy frosty frozen yogurts we sell all over town. But we also make cakes. Cakes for all occasions; for anniversaries, bar mitzvahs, birthdays.... Ah! Birthdays!!! Now that’s where you come in, your Aunt Sylvia is going to REALLY love the cake I have planned.” She gave Penelope a wry smile, “You know some people get cakes where a naked girl pops out, well, this isn’t exactly that. You’ll be in it, but you won’t be popping out.”
“This robotic arm is computer controlled, it will carefully spread gallon after gallon of smooth and creamy French vanilla yogurt over your luscious young form until this form is filled.” She tapped the enameled pan. “And at Tatty Sylvia’s birthday next month she’ll get to cut the cake, Danger Babe a la mode.”
“BUT OLGA!!! THAT WILL TAKE HOURS!! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO TO PASS THE TIME? You might ask.” From the floor the Dairy queen lifted a small aluminum object. It was shaped like a set of insulators, the kind used on high voltage power lines. The shape reminded Penelope of a half dozen mushroom caps strung in a row. The shaft drooped slightly at one end. The other end had a round oblong tail. The entire devise was ten inches long and perhaps two inches wide. Penelope had no idea what it was.
“So Lover, do you know what this is?” Penny shook her head in a frightened ‘No.’ “I call it the ‘Wiggly Worm’. Do you know what the Wiggly Worm does?” She ran it affectionately over her hand. “The Wiggly Worm is sort of like a vibrator, but not quite. It’s more like a self propelled dildo, I put the first segment in your pussy and turn it on. Instead of just vibrating you into orgasm, it strokes and worms it way deeper and deeper into your pussy. Quite a unique sensation, I’m sure you’ll find that it’ll effectively keep your mind off the time.” Olga lowered the side of the table and climbed up next to the bound heroine. She started to rub the gadget against the head of Penelope’s clit, soon the first segment of the worm was firmly embedded in the lips of her pussy.
Finishing that, the Dairy Queen moved up the table until she was looking directly into Penelope’s pale blue eyes. Her hand roamed the girl’s firm body one last time, massaging her erect nipples and exploring the folds of her labia.
“You know Lover, I must admit that I’m tempted to keep you as a pet. I’ve had such a wonderful time playing with you, but now I must leave.” She peeled back the wide swath of tape, removed the wad of cloth and gave Penelope a last probing kiss before replacing the gaggage.
“Well, bye-bye Lover!!” Olga said as she slid off the end of the table. “I hope you enjoy your last few hours!!” With that, she clicked her remote. Again the rim of the pan glided into place with a quite click. Another click of the remote and the whole tray started to roll around its perimeter, slowly tipping Penelope to her side then gently head down and finally back to head up. The robotic arm swung to life. It rotated down towards Penelope’s feet and began shooting a thick cold jet of foam across her legs.
The Dairy Queen beamed at her struggling victim, her hands slid up and down her sides eventually one made its way to her crotch. Her hand slid gently across her own sex, keeping tempo with the struggles of her captive. As she became more and more involved own sexual relief she pointed the remote in Penelope’s direction.
The wiggly worm buzzed into action. Its tail began to spin slowly as its head started vibrating in a slow corkscrew fashion. The worm’s body whipped back and forth between the girls legs.
“Well again, and for the last time, good-bye Danger Babe!!” She strode to the door, turned for one last appreciative look and left.
But Penelope hardly noticed the overly theatrical exit, she was consumed with more pressing problems. The wiggly worm was living up to its name and the robotic arm was quickly encasing her naked body in a cool white tomb of frosty French Vanilla.
NEXT: THE THREE BALLS OF HARRY PALMS
Re: Danger Babe: The Perils of Penelope Young-Jugs
Wow, breathtaking story. I'm speachless, too many thrills, genious traps, her sex drive going higher and higher.
A mastermind doing a masterpiece. Thanks for sharing.
Love, Yvonne!
A mastermind doing a masterpiece. Thanks for sharing.
Love, Yvonne!
Re: Danger Babe: The Perils of Penelope Young-Jugs
Hi, it's me again!
This is probably not the way you see it but I gave a shot at doing her in 3D. Hope you like it!
This is probably not the way you see it but I gave a shot at doing her in 3D. Hope you like it!
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Re: Danger Babe: The Perils of Penelope Young-Jugs
Ah... What a delicious demise.... You have it pretty spot. I will post it to my DeviantArts page after I add some modesty insignia.
Thank you so much these are great.
Re: Danger Babe: The Perils of Penelope Young-Jugs
I knew I didn't added enough vanilla!
Glad you love it!
Re: Danger Babe: The Perils of Penelope Young-Jugs
The Perils of Penelope Young-Jugs
By Sneakly, Copyright 1996
*Chapter Five*
"A Most Dickworthy Accomplice"
Penelope lay helplessly pinned to the bottom of the Dairy Queen’s giant cake pan as a torrent of chilly white French vanilla yogurt slowly engulfed her body. The “self propelled” dildo was gently working its magic between Danger Babe’s spread thighs. Penelope pulled and thrust uselessly as she tried to escape the mounting sexual onslaught.
As the cool vanilla coated her body, it melted and formed rivulets of white ooze that rolled down her torso and legs. The robotic arm had been carefully programmed to slowly fill the pan and cover her body while leaving her face untouched. Penelope realized that the Dairy Queen had planned this trap with care. She wanted to use just the right mix of stimulation and frozen yogurt to draw out Penelope’s suffering as long as she could before having to top off Sylvia’s birthday cake.
To her dismay, Penelope discovered that the motorized “Wiggly Worm” was quite a bit more sophisticated than Olga let on. It was carefully designed to work its way deeper into the folds of her sex with smooth rhythmic undulations, like a giant worm probing its way into her body. Worse yet it seemed to be able to react to Penelope’s struggling body, as she fought her bonds. It seemed to sense her moments of clarity and sought to break her. It also incorporated into it the same electro-stimulation that had been so nearly effective in Penelope’s adventure under the amusement pier. A small capacitor in each segment of the worm’s body could release a small static impulse into the soft flesh of her pussy. As each new segment entered her sex, the cumulative effects were fiendish.
The reason the immense pan was slowly tilting around the edge was also becoming apparent. The slight tilting allowed the freezing goo to settle around her body eliminating air pockets as the layers of yogurt sprayed down on the heroine. The Dairy Queen wanted a perfectly formed cake. Penelope fought relentlessly against the encroaching ooze, even as it clung to her body. She pulled, tugged, kicked and strained at the elastic straps that thwarted her escape. Through the thickening mess Penelope could feel the elastic manacles stiffening as they cooled.
Penelope, noticing the stiffening, realized she might use this to her advantage. She started by trying to gain control of mind. The orgasm gas had robbed her of much of her will but what was left she worked hard to focus. She hummed into her gag much the way she would recite a mantra from yoga. The Wiggly Worm thrust and contorted as it sensed her body coming to rest, three segments had already penetrated her and a fourth was just rubbing itself on the folds of her labia. The vibrations and the accompanying shocks sent dark waves of orgasm flowing through her body, each capacitor dispersing its charge sequentially through her loins.
After several intense minutes of mind numbing orgasmic agony, Penelope, little by little, regained her senses. The capacitors would take some time to recharge and Penny had a brief window before the wiggly worm would resume its assault. Rallying, she commenced her gagged mantra. Looking into herself, she began to clear her mind and purging her senses. Concentrating, Penny started applying slow steady pressure on the strapping locking her wrists behind her back. Blocking the writhing worm from her mind, she applied a constant tension to the straps, stretching them slowly out. The frigid yogurt cooled the elastic enough so that after several minutes’ Penelope was able to slip one of her wrists free while the sluggish material reverted to its original length.
The extrication of her hand was a relief, but the hours of bondage and the thickening layers of yogurt made her so stiff that she had to strain to pull it from behind. With great effort she was able to slide her elbow up through the loop that had pinned wrist and elbow.
Her arm was almost free but she still had a long way to freedom. The frosty layers of glop were now several inches thick and covered most of her body. It was particularly heavy over her crotch and torso, making each movement a battle. The Wiggly Worm had also rejoined the fray, massaging the walls of the heroines’ pussy and bringing her rapidly back to another climax. Penelope’s body tensed under the delicious assault of the worm as goose bumps rippled across her flesh and a train of orgasms roared through her.
Penny arched her back and tugged uselessly as she squirmed and shuddered in the throws of passion. Penelope fought to find and extract the dildo but the layers of gelling food made that impossible. Instead she fumbled to undo the thin metal collar that forced her head into the congealed mass. It took her a couple of tries but eventually the yogurt caked buckle gave way. Pulling herself to a partial sitting position, she tore the gag from her lips and spit out the wad of damp fabric. Still struggling, Penelope tugged her remaining arm achingly from behind her. Immediately, she clawed away at the mound of ice cream that protected the viscous vibrations of the Wiggly Worm. She was almost on top of it when it made its final assault, discharging the capacitors deep inside her, one after the other. The sixth and final segment was just penetrating her labia and sent Penelope crashing back into the bed of muck, struggling against her remaining bonds and the thick layer of semi-solid yogurt. Her body sank back into the slimy tomb, all the while the robotic arm continued to hoard on more layers of the thickening ooze.
The final shock drifted from her body. Penelope collapsed into unconsciousness. She had no idea how long she lay like that after the last segment of the worm had penetrated her. But, when she became aware of her surroundings the worm was silent. Apparently, it had completed its part in the Dairy Queen’s sadistic plot and its battery was completely discharged.
Penelope looked at the robotic arm. It was down near where her feet were concealed under more than a foot of congealed dairy product. The device was whizzing from side to side as it started the finishing pass over the young woman’s body. Since her losing consciousness, the machine had laid down several more inches of yogurt in its final mechanized effort to entomb Penelope in the Dairy Queen’s killing cake. The arm was methodically moving over body, shooting a fresh layer over the girl’s stomach, and partially exposed breasts. It had already reburied her arms, which were numb with cold.
Because she had partially escaped the trap, Penelope’s arms and torso hadn’t been buried as deep as the Dairy Queen had originally intended. When the nozzle approached her face, Penelope was able free her right hand and slap the machine away.
Sensing an error the machine swept back trying to finish its programmed murder. This time Penelope was able wrench her other hand free and grabbed the device with both hands, pulling herself to a sitting position.
Finally, naked and tired Penelope pulled herself from the would-be tomb of French vanilla yogurt and the lusty appetite of the wiggly worm. Pulling herself free, she collapsed on the floor, her legs numb and nearly lifeless. Dislodging the dead sex toy from her body, she clawed her way across the floor wall near the still churning dairy equipment. A sprayer hung on the wall. She tugged it and blasted her legs with water. Even though the water was probably no more than tepid, it felt warm, almost hot as stripped the clinging mass of yogurt from her body.
The force of the water massaged blood back into her stiff and numb extremities. When enough of her strength returned, she looked around the room. Penelope stumbled around the cake machine to the TV cart. On one of the shelves she found a heavy terry cloth towel. Wiping the remaining water from her body, she suddenly remembered the Asian girl trapped somewhere in the building. She tried to activate the closed circuit cameras, but her fingers were still too stiff to be of any use. Amidst the rags of her shredded Danger Babe outfit she found the remains of her tool pouch.
Wrapping herself in the towel she headed for the door. It was bolted from the outside, but Penelope focused on the lock. She blew into her hands and wiggled and flexed them, desperate to recover sensation. After several minutes of work, the lock yielded with a satisfying click.
Outside the cake room Penny found only a short hallway, on the right was the same executive freight elevator that had lead to her capture, on the left was a storage room marked ‘DECONTAMINATION’ and straight ahead was a door marked ‘R&D RESTRICTED’.
Penny carefully inspected the locked door. With sensation rapidly returning, she was able to foil the dead bolt. She pushed back the door and cautiously peered in.
It was the same area Olga that engrossed her earlier. The unfortunate policewoman was still bound between the two slippery metal bars, still struggling as the shaft of the studded dildo rotated inside her. The pump on the floor chugged away quietly pulling the girls nipples ever closer to the deadly needles that awaited them.
The girl was almost limp between the two bars; her hips gyrated slowly on end of the phallus as it slowly worked itself deeper in her sex. She made a feeble stirring when she realized that someone other than the Dairy Queen had entered the room. She raised her head and looked at Penelope with large, tired eyes. A muffled whimper escaped the gag. Penelope wasted no time.
She ran to the girl and kicked the power cord of the pump out its socket. The pump stopped in mid-stroke. When Penelope pulled the two funnels from the bound girl’s breasts. They made two loud “SSCCHHLUUUPPPs” as the accumulated vacuums released the captive girl’s breasts. The girl groaned a sigh of relief as her breasts fell back to their natural forms. Penny pulled the black scarf from over the girl’s mouth.
“Thank God you’re here! That crazy cow was going to kill me!” the girl sobbed.
“I know, she tried to do me in, too.” Penny explained. “Let me get you out of this thing.” Penny reached down and turned off the motor running the dildo.
“Oh thank you, that thing was driving me nuts. I don’t know what she had in that knockout gas of hers, but whatever it was it made me incredibly horny. I think I came more times in the last day than I had in my entire life.” Penelope cranked the parallel bars down to horizontal and carefully extricated the dildo from the exhausted girl.
“Who are you?” Penny asked as she started to work on the complex series of knots.
“I’m Katrina Dickworthy, my friends call me ‘Kat,’” the girl explained. “I’m an Interpol agent detailed to the Buzzsaw P.D. to investigate the activities of Crime Net.”
“That explains a lot,” Penelope responded. “Now I know why I didn’t know about you. How long have you been in Buzzsaw?”
“I got off the plane last week, this was my first assignment.” The panic was starting to fade from Kat’s voice and for the first time Penny was able to detect an English lilt in her soft voice.
“So who were you reporting to?” Penny continued to work on the complex series of ropes that held the girl suspended from between the two bars.
“Chief Limpwad. He said that for security I wasn’t to show up around the police station or to contact him except at pre-arranged meetings.” Kat, her legs finally free of rope kneeled patiently while Penelope finished undoing the complicated series of ropes that had been tied around the girl’s torso.
“That would’ve made it easy for him when Interpol asked where you were. He could say that you never showed up.” Penny started working on the layers of rope binding the girls hands.
“He’s part of Crime Net?” Kat was stunned that a fellow officer had set her up. “That worthless shit! He was supposed to be my back up!”
“The only ‘backing up’ he’ll do is to get your’s up to a wall while he got his fingers in your knickers.”
“I’ll have his hide for this!!” Kat fumed. “That fucking creep!!”
“Don’t get to worked up, Limpwad is a creep but bringing him down won’t kill Crime Net.” Penny finished untying the last of the ropes. While Kat rubbed her sore joints and recovered her circulation and strength, Penny explained.
“Crime Net owns the Buzzsaw Police. Dick Limpwad acts as liaison and coordinator of all police activity for Crime Net. But, in his favor he is extremely vain and very stupid. In the past when someone from Crime Net gets taken out, he’s more than happy to strut in front of the press and extol the wonders of his office. The D.A. gets whatever evidence is sent gift wrapped with the perp. Once they have the lights on them they have to try reasonably hard not to fuck the case up. Crime Net knows he’s an idiot, BUT, he’s their idiot. If you take him out, one of his lieutenants would certainly take over, and most of them are smarter and more ruthless.”
“I guess, but who’re you and why do you know so much?” she gave Penelope a sideways glance and said, “you look familiar, where have I seen you?” She furrowed the brow of her large almond eyes. Her eyes suddenly brightened with recognition.
“That’s it!! You’re Penelope Young-Jugs!!! You were convicted for blowing up your entire family!!! I’ve seen your face on a couple of INTERPOL bulletins.”
“Well I wouldn’t say that’s exactly right, the FBI and INTERPOL records say I was convicted, but there was never an arrest, hearing, trial or conviction.” Penny was not altogether comfortable with anyone in legitimate law enforcement knowing the vigilante heroine Danger Babe was also wanted as an escaped murderer.
“You think they planted all those records and files just to get you in trouble?” Officer Katrina Dickworthy, agent of INTERPOL, couldn’t believe that anyone could perpetrate such a massive fraud.
“I know it but if you want to check it with Limpwad, by all means go right ahead.” Penny was starting to get impatient with this uncomfortable discussion. “Look, think what you want, but we still have to get out of here.”
Stung by Penelope’s sarcasm, Kat retreated and asked what they should do.
“There are only three rooms on this level and one elevator, unfortunately its booby trapped with the same gas that they used on you earlier.”
“Well can’t we get around it? Isn’t there another way?” she asked anxiously. Kat didn’t want to have anything further to do with the Dairy Queen or her orgasm gas.
“Nope, we’ll have to take the elevator, but we might be able to foil the gas.” Penelope led her new friend back into the hall. Inside the decontamination closet they found disposable paper suits and double sealing canister masks.
As they were getting dressed Kat looked at Penelope, “I’m sorry I found your story so incredible back there, it wasn’t very grateful of me.” She leaned over and Penny vaguely expected an appreciative peck on the cheek, but instead she received a gentle kiss from the pretty Asian on her lips. At first stunned, Penny soon reciprocated as the two delicately licked tongues. The kiss lasted only a few seconds, but it seemed to temporarily allay most of the suspicions that both women had.
“Well, let’s get out of here before the Dairy Queen realizes she left the barn door open.” Penny and Kat checked each other’s masks to make sure they were properly sealed.
The sound of the approaching elevator froze both women in their tracks. Penny motioned Kat to help cover the elevator door. The two heroines rushed through the opening doors, catching the Dairy Queen completely off guard. They slammed the stunned amazon against the back of the elevator car. The larger woman shortly recovered, and started fighting like a hellion. The two girls, both exhausted from their captivity, fought hard to pin their adversary, but Olga was proving more than a match in the closed confines of the elevator.
Then Penelope had a brainstorm.
“The button!! Hit the button!!” She shouted to Kat. Katrina didn’t take a second thought and let off a sharp kick at the control panel. The first strike fell short but her second shot closed the doors and sent the elevator upward.
Realizing what the two were attempting, Olga tried vainly to rip the vapor masks off their faces. Both girls knowing that they only had a few seconds to hold out, brought all reserves to the fore. The elevator lurched to a stop. Then the electronic voice of the gas trap announced “SECURITY PROTOCOL BREACH, ENTER IDENT CODE NOW. NEUTRALIZATION IN FIFTEEN SECONDS....TWELVE SECONDS.....” All three women redoubled their efforts as the seconds ticked off, Penelope and Kat desperately trying to keep the busty amazon at bay and the Dairy Queen fought in the hope of pulling the masks off the two and preventing their escape.
When the gas started to swirl into the bottom of the car, Penelope swung her foot low in a swift kick that knocked the Dairy Queen’s legs from beneath her. She landed with a “THUD” in shallow fog, and briefly struggled before the gas took her over.
Penelope and Kat panted nervously as they waited for the elevator to vent the gas, unsure if the seals on their masks would do the job or whether Olga had freed her two assistants before heading to the sub-basement.
When the doors finally opened the two found they were alone in the suite of empty offices.
“What now?” Kat asked as she prodded their drugged adversary.
“Lets get her over to the Security Office before she wakes up,” Penny said as she hoisted one of Olga’s arms. The two dragged the woman unceremoniously through the offices allowing ample opportunity for her to clunk into the odd pieces of furniture.
They arrived at the Security Office to find Peaches and Cream laying exhausted but still tied up on the floor. Their hearts sank when they saw their leader being hauled in like a sack of oats. Penny did a quick and efficient job of tying the ring leader hand and foot. She left Kat to guard the prisoners while she went and searched the building for the Bovinar Calf and some fresh clothing.
She found the van in the truck port, but it was empty except for a tarp and some line, exactly what was needed to move the icon. The rest of the building was empty. The only clothing she could find were the outfits she had seen the workers wear, white cotton blouses, pleated tartan plaid miniskirts, black panties and what Penny thought of derisively as come-fuck-me-pumps, white pumps with four inch heels(tipped in brass). After rinsing under a hot shower and putting on a fresh set of clothes, she headed back toward the office with an outfit for Kat.
“Did you find the Bovinar Calf?” Kat asked as she sized up the handful of clothing that Penelope brought back for her.
“Nope, Olga must have just come from delivering it when we nabbed her.” Penny looked at the young officer Dickworthy, thinking how lucky the pretty Asian had been escaping this nest of thieves. “By the way, where are you from? Is that an English accent?”
“Yes it is, My father was an English constable in Hong Kong, my mum worked in the Police Records Bureau.” Katrina stripped off the paper coveralls, and started putting on the underwear. She was not very tall, perhaps 5'5", but nicely proportioned, long athletic legs, topped by a pleasantly curvy bottom, a firm, narrow waist and pert round breasts. Her face seemed to be a perfect blend of East and West, skin smooth and nearly flawless, full, slightly pouty lips on a petit mouth and a cute, perky nose set between large almond shaped brown eyes. Her long black hair cascaded down between her tan square shoulders blades, reminding Penny of corn silk.
“Do you think we ought to wait until she wakes up and find out who her fence is?” Kat buttoned the side of her little skirt and tucked in the white blouse. The dark of her nipples peeked through the light fabric.
“I don’t think that is such a good idea, if we stick around here someone from Crime Net is bound to show up. Besides, I don’t have the vaguest notion of how long that stuff will keep her down, twenty minutes, four hours, who knows?” Penny went over to the monitors a pulled a silver disk from the one that displayed the cake room. Next, she removed the one from the display where Katrina had been held. She handed it to her and said, “This should put the Dairy Queen and her milk maids away for a long time.”
Penelope slid the disk of her own torment into her packet of tools. “If you don’t mind I’m going to hold on to this for the moment.”
“If that’s what you want, go ahead, but that’s pretty damning evidence against them.” She pulled her hair from inside her blouse and let it cascade down her back.
“I’ve got too much of a history to let the Buzzsaw Police learn more about me than they need to. I’ve got a few ideas where to look for the Bovinar Calf, so wait fifteen minutes and then ring the State Troopers. I’d like to be a few miles away before they get here.” Penelope started to collect her things.
As Penelope left the room Kat followed her. “Wait!” She called, “I just wanted to thank you again for saving my life, and to let you know that your secret is safe with me.”
Penelope stopped. “What secret is that?”
“That Penelope Young-Jugs is also Danger Babe.” She reached out to Penelope, softly grabbing the back of her neck and drawing her in. She gave Penelope a deep, passion felt kiss, pressing her body against her savior. Penelope reciprocated, and the two women held themselves in a rapt embrace. Penny finally pulled herself away and went without another word.
Penelope left the building, using the front door this time. Katrina would be expecting the state troopers, so Penelope propped the door ajar. As she headed back across the road and up the hill, she tried to clear her mind. The orgasm gas had pretty much worn off, but she still found it difficult to stay focused. Her mind kept wandering back to her new friend.
She didn’t have much to go on, just the few scraps of clues that she had gleaned over the last few days. She knew that she was probably looking for either a fence who could move such a valuable artifact or someone already in the underworld who might have a desire to collect that type of thing. In either case she was heading in the same direction, towards the Depot District.
Penelope mounted her Ninja motorbike and turned the key. The engine sputtered briefly before emitting a roar that soon cooled to a soft purr. Penelope’s body was still sensitive from the Dairy Queen’s orgasm gas and the vibrations coming up through the seat rubbed pleasantly against her thighs, soothing some of the muscle aches in her tired legs. She slipped on her night vision goggles that she had recovered with most of her tools.
It was still dark out and the LED on her bike said it was 2:34 AM. She would probably make it back to town in forty-five minutes. With the night vision and the whisper quiet cycle, Penelope could ride back to town at full throttle and never be noticed against the night sky.
She pulled out of the brush and onto the dirt track that ran back to the main road. Penny had worried constantly about having to trust someone with her multiple identities. All of a sudden she did, for some reason Kat seemed like the right person. It was the same type of brotherhood that occurs when two people meet on a lifeboat after their ship sinks. They have no reason not to trust each other, but their survival depends on it.
Kat would never survive in the crime ridden Buzzsaw Police Department without Penelope’s inside knowledge of Crime Net and its organization. Penelope had been flying way too long without a net. Someday, she was going to find herself in a situation that she could not use her bag of tricks to get out of. She would need a reliable person watching her back. Maybe Kat Dickworthy would be it.
The dirt and grass slope slowly leveled out and Penelope turned onto the main road. It wasn’t much better than the dirt track. Even so, she opened the throttle and let the big bike bounce along over the rough pavement. She liked the sense of speed and the feeling that she was still alive after bringing down another member of Crime Net. The ‘Staties’ would roll up Olga and her cohorts, Dick Limpwad would have no choice but to see that a proper prosecution was performed and Kat would get a nice feather in her pretty cap.
Penny started to let the bike laze back and forth across the deserted road, savoring the wind that was blasting through her almost dry hair. Maybe it was the effect of the kinky gas or the way the case was working out, but Penelope felt like a million bucks. She almost didn’t see the oversized wagon come blazing around the corner. Her night vision was lost in a blaze of green that lasted only a second, yet it was enough to send her off into the high marsh grasses that lined the road. She thought she had recovered the bike just as the front wheel caught a deep trough of mud and shot her forward into the darkness.
By S. Sneakly
Copyright 1996 by author
Next: Pastuerized, Processed Police Peril
By Sneakly, Copyright 1996
*Chapter Five*
"A Most Dickworthy Accomplice"
Penelope lay helplessly pinned to the bottom of the Dairy Queen’s giant cake pan as a torrent of chilly white French vanilla yogurt slowly engulfed her body. The “self propelled” dildo was gently working its magic between Danger Babe’s spread thighs. Penelope pulled and thrust uselessly as she tried to escape the mounting sexual onslaught.
As the cool vanilla coated her body, it melted and formed rivulets of white ooze that rolled down her torso and legs. The robotic arm had been carefully programmed to slowly fill the pan and cover her body while leaving her face untouched. Penelope realized that the Dairy Queen had planned this trap with care. She wanted to use just the right mix of stimulation and frozen yogurt to draw out Penelope’s suffering as long as she could before having to top off Sylvia’s birthday cake.
To her dismay, Penelope discovered that the motorized “Wiggly Worm” was quite a bit more sophisticated than Olga let on. It was carefully designed to work its way deeper into the folds of her sex with smooth rhythmic undulations, like a giant worm probing its way into her body. Worse yet it seemed to be able to react to Penelope’s struggling body, as she fought her bonds. It seemed to sense her moments of clarity and sought to break her. It also incorporated into it the same electro-stimulation that had been so nearly effective in Penelope’s adventure under the amusement pier. A small capacitor in each segment of the worm’s body could release a small static impulse into the soft flesh of her pussy. As each new segment entered her sex, the cumulative effects were fiendish.
The reason the immense pan was slowly tilting around the edge was also becoming apparent. The slight tilting allowed the freezing goo to settle around her body eliminating air pockets as the layers of yogurt sprayed down on the heroine. The Dairy Queen wanted a perfectly formed cake. Penelope fought relentlessly against the encroaching ooze, even as it clung to her body. She pulled, tugged, kicked and strained at the elastic straps that thwarted her escape. Through the thickening mess Penelope could feel the elastic manacles stiffening as they cooled.
Penelope, noticing the stiffening, realized she might use this to her advantage. She started by trying to gain control of mind. The orgasm gas had robbed her of much of her will but what was left she worked hard to focus. She hummed into her gag much the way she would recite a mantra from yoga. The Wiggly Worm thrust and contorted as it sensed her body coming to rest, three segments had already penetrated her and a fourth was just rubbing itself on the folds of her labia. The vibrations and the accompanying shocks sent dark waves of orgasm flowing through her body, each capacitor dispersing its charge sequentially through her loins.
After several intense minutes of mind numbing orgasmic agony, Penelope, little by little, regained her senses. The capacitors would take some time to recharge and Penny had a brief window before the wiggly worm would resume its assault. Rallying, she commenced her gagged mantra. Looking into herself, she began to clear her mind and purging her senses. Concentrating, Penny started applying slow steady pressure on the strapping locking her wrists behind her back. Blocking the writhing worm from her mind, she applied a constant tension to the straps, stretching them slowly out. The frigid yogurt cooled the elastic enough so that after several minutes’ Penelope was able to slip one of her wrists free while the sluggish material reverted to its original length.
The extrication of her hand was a relief, but the hours of bondage and the thickening layers of yogurt made her so stiff that she had to strain to pull it from behind. With great effort she was able to slide her elbow up through the loop that had pinned wrist and elbow.
Her arm was almost free but she still had a long way to freedom. The frosty layers of glop were now several inches thick and covered most of her body. It was particularly heavy over her crotch and torso, making each movement a battle. The Wiggly Worm had also rejoined the fray, massaging the walls of the heroines’ pussy and bringing her rapidly back to another climax. Penelope’s body tensed under the delicious assault of the worm as goose bumps rippled across her flesh and a train of orgasms roared through her.
Penny arched her back and tugged uselessly as she squirmed and shuddered in the throws of passion. Penelope fought to find and extract the dildo but the layers of gelling food made that impossible. Instead she fumbled to undo the thin metal collar that forced her head into the congealed mass. It took her a couple of tries but eventually the yogurt caked buckle gave way. Pulling herself to a partial sitting position, she tore the gag from her lips and spit out the wad of damp fabric. Still struggling, Penelope tugged her remaining arm achingly from behind her. Immediately, she clawed away at the mound of ice cream that protected the viscous vibrations of the Wiggly Worm. She was almost on top of it when it made its final assault, discharging the capacitors deep inside her, one after the other. The sixth and final segment was just penetrating her labia and sent Penelope crashing back into the bed of muck, struggling against her remaining bonds and the thick layer of semi-solid yogurt. Her body sank back into the slimy tomb, all the while the robotic arm continued to hoard on more layers of the thickening ooze.
The final shock drifted from her body. Penelope collapsed into unconsciousness. She had no idea how long she lay like that after the last segment of the worm had penetrated her. But, when she became aware of her surroundings the worm was silent. Apparently, it had completed its part in the Dairy Queen’s sadistic plot and its battery was completely discharged.
Penelope looked at the robotic arm. It was down near where her feet were concealed under more than a foot of congealed dairy product. The device was whizzing from side to side as it started the finishing pass over the young woman’s body. Since her losing consciousness, the machine had laid down several more inches of yogurt in its final mechanized effort to entomb Penelope in the Dairy Queen’s killing cake. The arm was methodically moving over body, shooting a fresh layer over the girl’s stomach, and partially exposed breasts. It had already reburied her arms, which were numb with cold.
Because she had partially escaped the trap, Penelope’s arms and torso hadn’t been buried as deep as the Dairy Queen had originally intended. When the nozzle approached her face, Penelope was able free her right hand and slap the machine away.
Sensing an error the machine swept back trying to finish its programmed murder. This time Penelope was able wrench her other hand free and grabbed the device with both hands, pulling herself to a sitting position.
Finally, naked and tired Penelope pulled herself from the would-be tomb of French vanilla yogurt and the lusty appetite of the wiggly worm. Pulling herself free, she collapsed on the floor, her legs numb and nearly lifeless. Dislodging the dead sex toy from her body, she clawed her way across the floor wall near the still churning dairy equipment. A sprayer hung on the wall. She tugged it and blasted her legs with water. Even though the water was probably no more than tepid, it felt warm, almost hot as stripped the clinging mass of yogurt from her body.
The force of the water massaged blood back into her stiff and numb extremities. When enough of her strength returned, she looked around the room. Penelope stumbled around the cake machine to the TV cart. On one of the shelves she found a heavy terry cloth towel. Wiping the remaining water from her body, she suddenly remembered the Asian girl trapped somewhere in the building. She tried to activate the closed circuit cameras, but her fingers were still too stiff to be of any use. Amidst the rags of her shredded Danger Babe outfit she found the remains of her tool pouch.
Wrapping herself in the towel she headed for the door. It was bolted from the outside, but Penelope focused on the lock. She blew into her hands and wiggled and flexed them, desperate to recover sensation. After several minutes of work, the lock yielded with a satisfying click.
Outside the cake room Penny found only a short hallway, on the right was the same executive freight elevator that had lead to her capture, on the left was a storage room marked ‘DECONTAMINATION’ and straight ahead was a door marked ‘R&D RESTRICTED’.
Penny carefully inspected the locked door. With sensation rapidly returning, she was able to foil the dead bolt. She pushed back the door and cautiously peered in.
It was the same area Olga that engrossed her earlier. The unfortunate policewoman was still bound between the two slippery metal bars, still struggling as the shaft of the studded dildo rotated inside her. The pump on the floor chugged away quietly pulling the girls nipples ever closer to the deadly needles that awaited them.
The girl was almost limp between the two bars; her hips gyrated slowly on end of the phallus as it slowly worked itself deeper in her sex. She made a feeble stirring when she realized that someone other than the Dairy Queen had entered the room. She raised her head and looked at Penelope with large, tired eyes. A muffled whimper escaped the gag. Penelope wasted no time.
She ran to the girl and kicked the power cord of the pump out its socket. The pump stopped in mid-stroke. When Penelope pulled the two funnels from the bound girl’s breasts. They made two loud “SSCCHHLUUUPPPs” as the accumulated vacuums released the captive girl’s breasts. The girl groaned a sigh of relief as her breasts fell back to their natural forms. Penny pulled the black scarf from over the girl’s mouth.
“Thank God you’re here! That crazy cow was going to kill me!” the girl sobbed.
“I know, she tried to do me in, too.” Penny explained. “Let me get you out of this thing.” Penny reached down and turned off the motor running the dildo.
“Oh thank you, that thing was driving me nuts. I don’t know what she had in that knockout gas of hers, but whatever it was it made me incredibly horny. I think I came more times in the last day than I had in my entire life.” Penelope cranked the parallel bars down to horizontal and carefully extricated the dildo from the exhausted girl.
“Who are you?” Penny asked as she started to work on the complex series of knots.
“I’m Katrina Dickworthy, my friends call me ‘Kat,’” the girl explained. “I’m an Interpol agent detailed to the Buzzsaw P.D. to investigate the activities of Crime Net.”
“That explains a lot,” Penelope responded. “Now I know why I didn’t know about you. How long have you been in Buzzsaw?”
“I got off the plane last week, this was my first assignment.” The panic was starting to fade from Kat’s voice and for the first time Penny was able to detect an English lilt in her soft voice.
“So who were you reporting to?” Penny continued to work on the complex series of ropes that held the girl suspended from between the two bars.
“Chief Limpwad. He said that for security I wasn’t to show up around the police station or to contact him except at pre-arranged meetings.” Kat, her legs finally free of rope kneeled patiently while Penelope finished undoing the complicated series of ropes that had been tied around the girl’s torso.
“That would’ve made it easy for him when Interpol asked where you were. He could say that you never showed up.” Penny started working on the layers of rope binding the girls hands.
“He’s part of Crime Net?” Kat was stunned that a fellow officer had set her up. “That worthless shit! He was supposed to be my back up!”
“The only ‘backing up’ he’ll do is to get your’s up to a wall while he got his fingers in your knickers.”
“I’ll have his hide for this!!” Kat fumed. “That fucking creep!!”
“Don’t get to worked up, Limpwad is a creep but bringing him down won’t kill Crime Net.” Penny finished untying the last of the ropes. While Kat rubbed her sore joints and recovered her circulation and strength, Penny explained.
“Crime Net owns the Buzzsaw Police. Dick Limpwad acts as liaison and coordinator of all police activity for Crime Net. But, in his favor he is extremely vain and very stupid. In the past when someone from Crime Net gets taken out, he’s more than happy to strut in front of the press and extol the wonders of his office. The D.A. gets whatever evidence is sent gift wrapped with the perp. Once they have the lights on them they have to try reasonably hard not to fuck the case up. Crime Net knows he’s an idiot, BUT, he’s their idiot. If you take him out, one of his lieutenants would certainly take over, and most of them are smarter and more ruthless.”
“I guess, but who’re you and why do you know so much?” she gave Penelope a sideways glance and said, “you look familiar, where have I seen you?” She furrowed the brow of her large almond eyes. Her eyes suddenly brightened with recognition.
“That’s it!! You’re Penelope Young-Jugs!!! You were convicted for blowing up your entire family!!! I’ve seen your face on a couple of INTERPOL bulletins.”
“Well I wouldn’t say that’s exactly right, the FBI and INTERPOL records say I was convicted, but there was never an arrest, hearing, trial or conviction.” Penny was not altogether comfortable with anyone in legitimate law enforcement knowing the vigilante heroine Danger Babe was also wanted as an escaped murderer.
“You think they planted all those records and files just to get you in trouble?” Officer Katrina Dickworthy, agent of INTERPOL, couldn’t believe that anyone could perpetrate such a massive fraud.
“I know it but if you want to check it with Limpwad, by all means go right ahead.” Penny was starting to get impatient with this uncomfortable discussion. “Look, think what you want, but we still have to get out of here.”
Stung by Penelope’s sarcasm, Kat retreated and asked what they should do.
“There are only three rooms on this level and one elevator, unfortunately its booby trapped with the same gas that they used on you earlier.”
“Well can’t we get around it? Isn’t there another way?” she asked anxiously. Kat didn’t want to have anything further to do with the Dairy Queen or her orgasm gas.
“Nope, we’ll have to take the elevator, but we might be able to foil the gas.” Penelope led her new friend back into the hall. Inside the decontamination closet they found disposable paper suits and double sealing canister masks.
As they were getting dressed Kat looked at Penelope, “I’m sorry I found your story so incredible back there, it wasn’t very grateful of me.” She leaned over and Penny vaguely expected an appreciative peck on the cheek, but instead she received a gentle kiss from the pretty Asian on her lips. At first stunned, Penny soon reciprocated as the two delicately licked tongues. The kiss lasted only a few seconds, but it seemed to temporarily allay most of the suspicions that both women had.
“Well, let’s get out of here before the Dairy Queen realizes she left the barn door open.” Penny and Kat checked each other’s masks to make sure they were properly sealed.
The sound of the approaching elevator froze both women in their tracks. Penny motioned Kat to help cover the elevator door. The two heroines rushed through the opening doors, catching the Dairy Queen completely off guard. They slammed the stunned amazon against the back of the elevator car. The larger woman shortly recovered, and started fighting like a hellion. The two girls, both exhausted from their captivity, fought hard to pin their adversary, but Olga was proving more than a match in the closed confines of the elevator.
Then Penelope had a brainstorm.
“The button!! Hit the button!!” She shouted to Kat. Katrina didn’t take a second thought and let off a sharp kick at the control panel. The first strike fell short but her second shot closed the doors and sent the elevator upward.
Realizing what the two were attempting, Olga tried vainly to rip the vapor masks off their faces. Both girls knowing that they only had a few seconds to hold out, brought all reserves to the fore. The elevator lurched to a stop. Then the electronic voice of the gas trap announced “SECURITY PROTOCOL BREACH, ENTER IDENT CODE NOW. NEUTRALIZATION IN FIFTEEN SECONDS....TWELVE SECONDS.....” All three women redoubled their efforts as the seconds ticked off, Penelope and Kat desperately trying to keep the busty amazon at bay and the Dairy Queen fought in the hope of pulling the masks off the two and preventing their escape.
When the gas started to swirl into the bottom of the car, Penelope swung her foot low in a swift kick that knocked the Dairy Queen’s legs from beneath her. She landed with a “THUD” in shallow fog, and briefly struggled before the gas took her over.
Penelope and Kat panted nervously as they waited for the elevator to vent the gas, unsure if the seals on their masks would do the job or whether Olga had freed her two assistants before heading to the sub-basement.
When the doors finally opened the two found they were alone in the suite of empty offices.
“What now?” Kat asked as she prodded their drugged adversary.
“Lets get her over to the Security Office before she wakes up,” Penny said as she hoisted one of Olga’s arms. The two dragged the woman unceremoniously through the offices allowing ample opportunity for her to clunk into the odd pieces of furniture.
They arrived at the Security Office to find Peaches and Cream laying exhausted but still tied up on the floor. Their hearts sank when they saw their leader being hauled in like a sack of oats. Penny did a quick and efficient job of tying the ring leader hand and foot. She left Kat to guard the prisoners while she went and searched the building for the Bovinar Calf and some fresh clothing.
She found the van in the truck port, but it was empty except for a tarp and some line, exactly what was needed to move the icon. The rest of the building was empty. The only clothing she could find were the outfits she had seen the workers wear, white cotton blouses, pleated tartan plaid miniskirts, black panties and what Penny thought of derisively as come-fuck-me-pumps, white pumps with four inch heels(tipped in brass). After rinsing under a hot shower and putting on a fresh set of clothes, she headed back toward the office with an outfit for Kat.
“Did you find the Bovinar Calf?” Kat asked as she sized up the handful of clothing that Penelope brought back for her.
“Nope, Olga must have just come from delivering it when we nabbed her.” Penny looked at the young officer Dickworthy, thinking how lucky the pretty Asian had been escaping this nest of thieves. “By the way, where are you from? Is that an English accent?”
“Yes it is, My father was an English constable in Hong Kong, my mum worked in the Police Records Bureau.” Katrina stripped off the paper coveralls, and started putting on the underwear. She was not very tall, perhaps 5'5", but nicely proportioned, long athletic legs, topped by a pleasantly curvy bottom, a firm, narrow waist and pert round breasts. Her face seemed to be a perfect blend of East and West, skin smooth and nearly flawless, full, slightly pouty lips on a petit mouth and a cute, perky nose set between large almond shaped brown eyes. Her long black hair cascaded down between her tan square shoulders blades, reminding Penny of corn silk.
“Do you think we ought to wait until she wakes up and find out who her fence is?” Kat buttoned the side of her little skirt and tucked in the white blouse. The dark of her nipples peeked through the light fabric.
“I don’t think that is such a good idea, if we stick around here someone from Crime Net is bound to show up. Besides, I don’t have the vaguest notion of how long that stuff will keep her down, twenty minutes, four hours, who knows?” Penny went over to the monitors a pulled a silver disk from the one that displayed the cake room. Next, she removed the one from the display where Katrina had been held. She handed it to her and said, “This should put the Dairy Queen and her milk maids away for a long time.”
Penelope slid the disk of her own torment into her packet of tools. “If you don’t mind I’m going to hold on to this for the moment.”
“If that’s what you want, go ahead, but that’s pretty damning evidence against them.” She pulled her hair from inside her blouse and let it cascade down her back.
“I’ve got too much of a history to let the Buzzsaw Police learn more about me than they need to. I’ve got a few ideas where to look for the Bovinar Calf, so wait fifteen minutes and then ring the State Troopers. I’d like to be a few miles away before they get here.” Penelope started to collect her things.
As Penelope left the room Kat followed her. “Wait!” She called, “I just wanted to thank you again for saving my life, and to let you know that your secret is safe with me.”
Penelope stopped. “What secret is that?”
“That Penelope Young-Jugs is also Danger Babe.” She reached out to Penelope, softly grabbing the back of her neck and drawing her in. She gave Penelope a deep, passion felt kiss, pressing her body against her savior. Penelope reciprocated, and the two women held themselves in a rapt embrace. Penny finally pulled herself away and went without another word.
Penelope left the building, using the front door this time. Katrina would be expecting the state troopers, so Penelope propped the door ajar. As she headed back across the road and up the hill, she tried to clear her mind. The orgasm gas had pretty much worn off, but she still found it difficult to stay focused. Her mind kept wandering back to her new friend.
She didn’t have much to go on, just the few scraps of clues that she had gleaned over the last few days. She knew that she was probably looking for either a fence who could move such a valuable artifact or someone already in the underworld who might have a desire to collect that type of thing. In either case she was heading in the same direction, towards the Depot District.
Penelope mounted her Ninja motorbike and turned the key. The engine sputtered briefly before emitting a roar that soon cooled to a soft purr. Penelope’s body was still sensitive from the Dairy Queen’s orgasm gas and the vibrations coming up through the seat rubbed pleasantly against her thighs, soothing some of the muscle aches in her tired legs. She slipped on her night vision goggles that she had recovered with most of her tools.
It was still dark out and the LED on her bike said it was 2:34 AM. She would probably make it back to town in forty-five minutes. With the night vision and the whisper quiet cycle, Penelope could ride back to town at full throttle and never be noticed against the night sky.
She pulled out of the brush and onto the dirt track that ran back to the main road. Penny had worried constantly about having to trust someone with her multiple identities. All of a sudden she did, for some reason Kat seemed like the right person. It was the same type of brotherhood that occurs when two people meet on a lifeboat after their ship sinks. They have no reason not to trust each other, but their survival depends on it.
Kat would never survive in the crime ridden Buzzsaw Police Department without Penelope’s inside knowledge of Crime Net and its organization. Penelope had been flying way too long without a net. Someday, she was going to find herself in a situation that she could not use her bag of tricks to get out of. She would need a reliable person watching her back. Maybe Kat Dickworthy would be it.
The dirt and grass slope slowly leveled out and Penelope turned onto the main road. It wasn’t much better than the dirt track. Even so, she opened the throttle and let the big bike bounce along over the rough pavement. She liked the sense of speed and the feeling that she was still alive after bringing down another member of Crime Net. The ‘Staties’ would roll up Olga and her cohorts, Dick Limpwad would have no choice but to see that a proper prosecution was performed and Kat would get a nice feather in her pretty cap.
Penny started to let the bike laze back and forth across the deserted road, savoring the wind that was blasting through her almost dry hair. Maybe it was the effect of the kinky gas or the way the case was working out, but Penelope felt like a million bucks. She almost didn’t see the oversized wagon come blazing around the corner. Her night vision was lost in a blaze of green that lasted only a second, yet it was enough to send her off into the high marsh grasses that lined the road. She thought she had recovered the bike just as the front wheel caught a deep trough of mud and shot her forward into the darkness.
By S. Sneakly
Copyright 1996 by author
Next: Pastuerized, Processed Police Peril
Re: Danger Babe: The Perils of Penelope Young-Jugs
I was always a fan of the Ian Flemming tradition of naming characters with painfully obvious double entedres, Dick Limpwad, Penelope Young-Jugs, The Dairy Queen. You are going to meet a couple more in the coming chapters.
I had actually been expanding this story from it's original format. I know I had a formatting problem with one of the later chapters, so I will have to look what needs to be done to recover it after sitting fallow for so long. I may just have to rewrite a new end to it.
I had actually been expanding this story from it's original format. I know I had a formatting problem with one of the later chapters, so I will have to look what needs to be done to recover it after sitting fallow for so long. I may just have to rewrite a new end to it.
Re: Danger Babe: The Perils of Penelope Young-Jugs
The Perils of Penelope Young-Jugs
By S. Sneakly, Copyright 1996
*Chapter Six*
"A Most Dangerous Accomplice"
Kat looked down at the three women littering the floor of the security office. Peaches and Cream were both lying exhausted next to each other. The hogtie that Danger Babe had put them in looked as tight and perfect as if it had been applied fifteen minutes ago. They were still connected by their small tufts of pubic hair.
After so much time and struggling she was impressed that the two had made absolutely no progress in escaping from the bondage. The knots were beautifully tied and had an aesthetic quality that seemed a little elaborate for regular police work.
Kat shook herself from the trance. It must be effects of that orgasm gas that the Dairy Queen had been using. She had always had a latent fascination with bondage and she guessed the long sessions of bondage and forced sex under the influence of the orgasm gas must have sensitized her, creating a mental association between sex and bondage.
The Dairy queen was still lying on the floor of the office, bound hand and foot. Kat kicked her in the thigh with the brass toe of her high-heeled pumps. Olga groaned slightly and pulled her legs up in a weak reflex. She was starting to come around and Kat started to think that safe was better than sorry. The bitch had obviously spent a lot of time around ropes and was an expert in the art deadly bondage. To Kat that implied she probably was as good at getting out of ropes as getting others into them.
Penelope had said that it would probably take the State troopers a good forty-five minutes to an hour to get there. She looked at Olga and her two cronies. Peaches and Cream were still solidly bound but Kat worried how good a job they had done in securing their leader. Both Kat and Penelope had been exhausted from their ordeals and the fight in the elevator.
Using a coil left over from someone binding someone else in the course of the last two days, Kat knelt down next to the groggy villainess and started to add an additional layer of safety. She first tied Olga’s legs above the knees. After knotting that off, she cut another length to bind her at the elbows.
Kat would never have thought of this on her own, but her experiences over the past few days had taught her a wealth about restraining an adversary. Kat could not imagine that there was any way that Olga would be able to free her hands now.
As she worked, Kat was warmed to the task. Olga had been unforgiving in her treatment of the pretty young police officer and Kat was savoring the payback. If Olga stirred or groaned, Kat would immediately tighten the rope, push harder or just get meaner.
She worked hard at making the Dairy Queen as uncomfortable as possible. Consumed with payback, Kat failed to notice the security monitor showing the image of a black wagon pulling up by the main entrance. Nor did she see the figure get and don a gray trooper’s hat. The figure was dressed in a traditional gray trooper’s uniform of riding breeches and black saddle boots.
Kat saw the trooper out of the corner of her eye just as she was putting the finishing touches on the Dairy Queens improved hog-tie. The uniform made her hesitate almost a moment too long. The officer was much too short to be real and Kat was just fast enough to ward off a sweeping kick to the head. The polished jack-boot glinted in the light as Kat deflected it with her arm.
The blow succeeded in knocking Kat over onto the helpless Dairy Queen. Olga let out a loud oomph as the young policewoman tumbled onto her. Kat quickly sprang back, regaining her footing in preparation for another blow.
Her attacker was a woman considerably shorter than herself, with a flow of jet black hair coming from under the gray hat with its sharp black visor pulled down covering her face and eyes. She assumed a fighting stance and launched a quick series of karate punches at Kat’s face.
Kat was surprised at the rapidity of the blows and the disciplined precision of the attack. She was almost completely overwhelmed trying to block the furious onslaught. She was able to block most of them effectively, but eventually the attacks took its toll. The punches came in a steady, disciplined stream, but Kat’s exhaustion was quickly eroding her defenses. She was getting sloppier and progressively weaker.
Seeing the need to take the offensive, Kat made a block and grab motion as the fake trooper tried to land the heel of her hand in the vulnerable area under Kat’s armpit. Locking her hand around her attacker’s Kat twisted the smaller woman in front of her. The attacker was suddenly facing the other way with her arm twisted behind her back.
Now that she had stolen the initiative from the fake trooper, Kat pushed her forward trying to step free of her entanglement with the hogtied Dairy Queen.
But, Olga had other ideas. As Kat lifted foot from behind the Dairy Queen, Olga grabbed wildly at the passing ankle. Kat lost her balance and pushed her assailant towards the ground as she stumbled after. The instant Kat’s grip loosened, the fake trooper pulled free and spun back around to face Kat, just in time to see the girl recover her balance.
The fake trooper had had her fun and seemed determined to end the battle. She took a last punch at Kat, shooting her arm straight out. The punch fell way short of Kat’s face, however, physical contact was not its purpose. A thin jet of white aerosol squirted into Kat’s eyes, mouth and nose.
Kat knew immediately what had been done. She recognized the sickeningly sweet taste of the venom. She coughed and sputtered as the gas blinded her eyes and penetrated her lungs. It was only seconds before she was an unconscious heap on the floor. Her black hair sprawled out and the short plaid skirt exposing her long tan legs.
The trooper admired her handy work for a moment. She liked a good fight and regretted having to end the contest so quickly. Her boss was always quick to give her play time and she hoped that he might be generous with this beautiful young thing. The unconscious policewoman had given almost as well as she got and the thought of seeing how much the defeated cop would be able to take in a fight or otherwise made her rub her thighs with anticipation.
The grunting of the three Crime Net associates bound and gagged on the floor forced the reality back into the bogus officer’s mind, she would have to leave her perversions for later. She had come there specifically to prevent the Dairy Queen from being arrested and the entire operation from being exposed. She didn’t like Olga’s theatrics and her elaborate fronts, but this wasn’t her show.
She pulled a small knife from her belt and cut the key ropes in her compatriots' hogties. She especially enjoyed watching as Peaches and Cream writhe as they collapsed from exhaustion. The two must have been tied like that for a long time. It would have been most amusing to see the two dykes suffering.
They both lay still on the ground for a few moments while the blood pumped through their limbs. Peaches pulled her arms down in front of her and tried to extricate her pubic hair from the knot of rubber band. Her numb fingers fiddled uselessly at the patch of reddened skin and hair. A few moments Cream followed suit; also trying to futilely extricate her pubes.
The fake trooper crook watched in amusement as their dead fingers worked at the hopeless tangle. She was in no hurry to help these useless flunkies. They were a crude bunch. But they served a purpose and as long as the boss wanted them around, it was her job to help them clean up the mess.
The Dairy Queen grunted in annoyance at the slow progress of her release. She didn’t like bondage at all, at least if she was the one being tied and gagged. Her fury at her predicament and the casual pace of her release overcame the effects of her own knockout gas.
Eventually, the Dairy Queen’s turn at freedom came and the sharp dagger sliced easily through the robes. As soon as her arms were free she regained most of her composure and sat up. She pulled the saliva-coated knot of cloth from her mouth and started spitting obscenities laced with orders at Peaches and Cream.
"Let’s get the lovely officer Dickworthy out here before the real Staties show up.” The Dairy Queen’s fury made her temporarily immune to the after effects of her own drugging gas.
“Can’t we just toss her in one of the machines and let the mixers cut her perky little body to shreds?” Cream begged. Of the two milkmaids, she was by far the more viscous. She was in love with quick and bloody torture. She realized that they would have only a few minutes to dispose of the unwelcome spy and after their humiliating defeat with Danger Babe, both she and Peaches were interested in some quick revenge.
“No, Miss Young-Jugs is who I want and this perky little body is just the thing we need to get her to come to us.” Olga’s mind was racing. The adrenaline of anger was leaving her and thoughts of erotic torture and the unconscious Asian was starting to warm her blood.
“Girls, go with Qir and get the casket out the Hearse, I think our lovely friend here will be able to serve us one last time...”
The four villainesses quickly transferred Kat into the casket and into the back of the old Hearse that was the only vehicle parked in the factories’ front lot. Peaches and Cream stayed behind with orders to quickly sanitize and torch the building before the real state troopers could arrive.
The Dairy Queen sat in the front next to the tiny Asian as the Hearse roared recklessly down the pitted and deserted roads. The lacquered casket was secured in the back; its voluptuous interior absorbed the bumps and thuds as its bound and gagged occupant was tossed from side to side in the dark confines.
Kat Dickworthy was rolled and pitched in the dark, but only slowly recovered her senses in the black confines. She knew she was in trouble and that she was being transported somewhere. Still, she could only guess how or to where. She tried to raise her bound legs to kick them against the end of the box where she had slid during the jolting ride, her knees immediately hit the confining space of the lid. With her arms and hands pinned behind her she could not explore the space beyond the fact that it was lined with a quilt bedding.
She yelled into the gag that was stretched between her teeth. It was surprisingly ineffective for the Dairy Queen. The screams still came back to her dully as the quilted coffin lining absorbed them and her words were only muffled slurs of what she was trying to say.
The Hearse lurched along the darkening roads through the suburbs of Buzzsaw. The deep pits in the pavement made the car role side to side as the Dairy Queen and her driver careened away from the abandoned factory. In an hour the building would be nothing more than a smoldering ruin.
Danger Babe had escaped from her death trap, but Olga was confident that this would only be a temporary setback. In the rear of the hearse she had her ace.
Miss Young-Jugs had risked her life once to save the pretty young officer. Olga was willing to bet her farm that she would do it again.
The Dairy Queen motioned for her driver to follow the next right turn. The hearse now rolled from the dilapidated pavement onto an unmarked cow path that twisted from one dusty hill to the next.
Kat was feeling bruised and tired, as she lay helpless in the dark. Her arms ached from the uncomfortable bondage and the repeated pounding she received from being flung around inside the coffin. The voluptuous lining that she had seen in other coffins turned out to be mostly for show. Every bump and slap her body made seemed to end in contact with hard wood.
The dark solid confines of the box gave Kat time to evaluate her future. It didn’t look good. When the Dairy Queen had caught her trying to infiltrate the factory a few days ago, She was visited several times a day. The Dairy Queen always seemed amused by the interrogations. Kat’s was tied into a variety of devises that seemed primarily designed for pleasing the Dairy Queen’s dark love of sexual torture and less for getting meaningful answers out of Kat.
But, as the days went on, the Dairy Queen seemed less interested in stopping the devices before they could cause permanent harm to her. Kat resisted the torture as best she could, realizing that her survival was grounded in the Dairy Queen not losing interest in her plaything. As long as Kat held out against the drugs, bondage and elaborate toys, the Dairy Queen would not take her life. The idea of breaking the special agent’s will and finding out what secrets Interpol had about Crime Net would keep her safe.
Now, Kat knew that was a fallacy. Crime Net controlled the local police and they had turned her over to Olga, like a lollipop to the winner of the spelling bee. Kat didn’t have anything they wanted. After having to pull out of the ice-cream factory, Kat was a millstone around Olga’s neck.
The sooner that Kat was dead and buried the better for Olga and Crime Net.
Or, just buried. Kat gave a sharp thump at the bottom of the coffin. She was wild with fear. She realized that the little fake trooper woman who had attacked Kat was probably sent by Crime Net to clean up the Dairy Queen’s mess. At least, thought Kat, the Dairy Queens body will probably be buried on top of her own.
Kat was still trying to shake off the effects of the venom that she inhaled. The fear, mixed with the darkness, tight bonds, and the enclosed space inside the coffin heightened the effect of the gas. As she struggled to extricate her hands and feet from the complex bondage, she felt her thighs moisten. Despite the shame she felt at the feelings, she wished she could get her fingers to scratch the itch that was growing between her legs.
The car lurched along the rough roads until Kat heard a sudden change in the tone. The engine sounded louder, as if the old hears had entered a tunnel. The drive smoothed out and suddenly it lurched to a stop.
Kat panted breathlessly in the stuffy confines of the box. Her body was moist from her struggles and the air was stale. She listened quietly to slamming car doors and muffled voices.
The fake officer opened the back of the Hearse and tugged at the end of the coffin. It slid along the rollers easily until it tipped at an angle off the back of the cargo bed. The lid of the coffin jerked open the little Asian, still in her cap and jackboots checked on the status of their captive. The petite Asian’s dark eyes glimmered impassively from under the black visor. If she was happy that Kat had not suffocated or broken her neck during the rough drive from the factory, Kat couldn’t tell. She grabbed the bound girl’s arms and hauled her out the casket and dumped her roughly on the ground.
The floor of the building was packed dirt, bone dry, with bits of loose bits of straw mixed with the top layer of dust. The building had the distinctive scent of agriculture. Kat puffed the dusty fresh air from the ground. Her sweaty body and saliva soaked gag were quickly coated in brown earth and straw.
Kat rolled onto her back and looked at the black expanse of ceiling above her. She could see gray timbered rafters above her and in the blackness beyond, needlepoints of pink dawn coming through gaps in the tin roof. The barn was still dark, but seemed bright after the total blackness of the coffin.
Kat wriggled on to her side, her legs and arms ached from the snug ropes. Still, after what seemed like hours in the stuffy confines of the box, rolling about in the dirt seemed a relief.
She was frantic to figure out what the Dairy Queen and her new assistant had planned.
Aching and tired, the gas still gave Kat the strange sense of arousal. The sensation was familiar after her days of captivity and interrogation. It gave the same type of depressed feelings she had when she was young and had masturbated too much. Dirty, tired, humiliated by her arousal and yet not able to stop.
The Dairy Queen took charge and together the two fiends dragged the special agent across the floor by her shoulders. Kat could see little, though she craned her head up to find out what her future might hold. She saw a large wooden “X” lying on the ground. As got closer she recognized four wrist/ankle shackles and a leather belt bolted to it, a St. Andrew’s cross. She knew the name from her police training in the Hong Kong vice unit and its purpose from her captivity at the ice cream factory.
She attempted to wriggle free, but she was much too securely bound. Olga and her jackbooted assistant hardly lost a step as they pulled Kat to the cross. Both women were much too experienced to have any trouble securing a drugged girl to the frame. First, they freed her ankles and pulled her legs apart and closed the shackles around the thin ankles, pulling them widely apart in the process. The slutty little plaid skirt that Kat had thrown on after being freed by Danger Babe was hiked up to the waistband, exposing the narrow black panties that provided her a last bit of modesty. The white cotton blouse that she had tied across her front was now covered in dirt from the floor and twisted so the brown skin of her areola peaked from a ripped buttonhole.
After securing her wrists and waist snuggly to the cross, Olga stood up and crossed into the dark recesses of the barn, leaving Kat alone and vulnerable with her petite Asian assailant.
“You good pretty.” The woman quipped in broken and unpracticed English, now straddling the spread-eagle constable. Kat glared back at the woman’s eyes, trying to keep a defiant front, yet she was becoming more uncertain about her fate. The Dairy Queen had taken sadistic delight in her interrogation games with Kat. The Dairy Queen, as fucked up as she was, always had a sick affection that came through her eyes.
This woman had big dark eyes that were unblinking and almost dead in feeling, except for the hate. Kat could sense the hate was a passion that was near super-human. The murderous eyes froze Kat as the little villainess pulled a dagger from a sheath on the back of her belt. Kat flicked her eyes from the knife to the face of her would be murder. A sadistic, almost happy grin crept across it. She rotated the knife so the hard steel butt of it pointed at Kat. It was smooth and sleek with a grip contoured to the hand of its bearer.
Kat flinched as she felt the cold metal of the handle. It carefully traced the edge of her labia through the fabric of her panties. She was stock still as the blunt of the knife grazed the edge of her sex. Her skin was sensitized from days of abuse and the insidious effects of the gas. Her sex became flush with arousal and fear. She longed to be saved from this tiny psychopath; even the sadistic torments of the Dairy Queen seemed safer than another minute alone with her.
The little sadist bent forward and pressed her lips against the now filthy gag. Kat felt the hilt of the knife leave her privates as the smaller woman licked her in a rough, animalistic way.
The blade of the knife traced its way up her mid-line just to remind Kat that her body was only moments from a painfully quick and gory death. Her captor reared back, her little white teeth tugging at Kat’s lower lip. Her free hand brusquely grabbed Kat’s nipple and tugged it clear of her blouse.
In an instant, the edge of the blade was scraping along the stretched skin, shaving off the layer of quickly accumulating sweat from Kat’s breast. Kat began to squirm as the little Asian sadistically beamed.
“You very pretty for Chinese girl, but not enough meat to feed vultures that will pick over you bones.” She leaned forward and drew the sharp blade so that it pressed between Kat’s ear and the corner of her jaw.
With the knife and its implied threat, Qir drew herself in and started kissing and probing Kat with her bee stung lips and agile tongue. Letting her victim support her small body, Qir’s free hand moved down Kat’s body, roughly exploring the soft flesh and exposed curves. Soon her small hands were violating the young agent.
Kat responded the only way the Dairy Queen’s sex gas would allow, her hips were gyrating in rhythm with rough touch of the penetrating fingers. Qir continued her aggressive biting and kissing.
The Dairy Queen’s days of sexual torture and perverse perils had conditioned Kat to respond to sexually to the intense danger and vulnerability of her situation. As she felt the needle sharp tip of the knife slide from her jaw down onto her throat, Kat’s hips bucked and thrust in time with the quickening pace of the probing fingers. When the tip of blade reached her jugular, Kat could feel the knife slowly pressing against her, putting more and more pressure on her throat. Kat was immobilized by a shuddering orgasm. The little sadist was no longer Kissing and biting. Through the haze of drugged sex, Kat peeked from nearly closed eyes at her attacker.
Her round little face with dark eyes and bee-stung lips was covered with a look of relaxed bliss, like she was sharing in Kat’s ecstasy. Kat knew what the little Asian intended, and she was unable to escape. She closed her eyes and waited for the blade to puncture her delicate neck.
By S. Sneakly
Copyright 1996 by author
Next: Pasteurized, Processed Police Peril
By S. Sneakly, Copyright 1996
*Chapter Six*
"A Most Dangerous Accomplice"
Kat looked down at the three women littering the floor of the security office. Peaches and Cream were both lying exhausted next to each other. The hogtie that Danger Babe had put them in looked as tight and perfect as if it had been applied fifteen minutes ago. They were still connected by their small tufts of pubic hair.
After so much time and struggling she was impressed that the two had made absolutely no progress in escaping from the bondage. The knots were beautifully tied and had an aesthetic quality that seemed a little elaborate for regular police work.
Kat shook herself from the trance. It must be effects of that orgasm gas that the Dairy Queen had been using. She had always had a latent fascination with bondage and she guessed the long sessions of bondage and forced sex under the influence of the orgasm gas must have sensitized her, creating a mental association between sex and bondage.
The Dairy queen was still lying on the floor of the office, bound hand and foot. Kat kicked her in the thigh with the brass toe of her high-heeled pumps. Olga groaned slightly and pulled her legs up in a weak reflex. She was starting to come around and Kat started to think that safe was better than sorry. The bitch had obviously spent a lot of time around ropes and was an expert in the art deadly bondage. To Kat that implied she probably was as good at getting out of ropes as getting others into them.
Penelope had said that it would probably take the State troopers a good forty-five minutes to an hour to get there. She looked at Olga and her two cronies. Peaches and Cream were still solidly bound but Kat worried how good a job they had done in securing their leader. Both Kat and Penelope had been exhausted from their ordeals and the fight in the elevator.
Using a coil left over from someone binding someone else in the course of the last two days, Kat knelt down next to the groggy villainess and started to add an additional layer of safety. She first tied Olga’s legs above the knees. After knotting that off, she cut another length to bind her at the elbows.
Kat would never have thought of this on her own, but her experiences over the past few days had taught her a wealth about restraining an adversary. Kat could not imagine that there was any way that Olga would be able to free her hands now.
As she worked, Kat was warmed to the task. Olga had been unforgiving in her treatment of the pretty young police officer and Kat was savoring the payback. If Olga stirred or groaned, Kat would immediately tighten the rope, push harder or just get meaner.
She worked hard at making the Dairy Queen as uncomfortable as possible. Consumed with payback, Kat failed to notice the security monitor showing the image of a black wagon pulling up by the main entrance. Nor did she see the figure get and don a gray trooper’s hat. The figure was dressed in a traditional gray trooper’s uniform of riding breeches and black saddle boots.
Kat saw the trooper out of the corner of her eye just as she was putting the finishing touches on the Dairy Queens improved hog-tie. The uniform made her hesitate almost a moment too long. The officer was much too short to be real and Kat was just fast enough to ward off a sweeping kick to the head. The polished jack-boot glinted in the light as Kat deflected it with her arm.
The blow succeeded in knocking Kat over onto the helpless Dairy Queen. Olga let out a loud oomph as the young policewoman tumbled onto her. Kat quickly sprang back, regaining her footing in preparation for another blow.
Her attacker was a woman considerably shorter than herself, with a flow of jet black hair coming from under the gray hat with its sharp black visor pulled down covering her face and eyes. She assumed a fighting stance and launched a quick series of karate punches at Kat’s face.
Kat was surprised at the rapidity of the blows and the disciplined precision of the attack. She was almost completely overwhelmed trying to block the furious onslaught. She was able to block most of them effectively, but eventually the attacks took its toll. The punches came in a steady, disciplined stream, but Kat’s exhaustion was quickly eroding her defenses. She was getting sloppier and progressively weaker.
Seeing the need to take the offensive, Kat made a block and grab motion as the fake trooper tried to land the heel of her hand in the vulnerable area under Kat’s armpit. Locking her hand around her attacker’s Kat twisted the smaller woman in front of her. The attacker was suddenly facing the other way with her arm twisted behind her back.
Now that she had stolen the initiative from the fake trooper, Kat pushed her forward trying to step free of her entanglement with the hogtied Dairy Queen.
But, Olga had other ideas. As Kat lifted foot from behind the Dairy Queen, Olga grabbed wildly at the passing ankle. Kat lost her balance and pushed her assailant towards the ground as she stumbled after. The instant Kat’s grip loosened, the fake trooper pulled free and spun back around to face Kat, just in time to see the girl recover her balance.
The fake trooper had had her fun and seemed determined to end the battle. She took a last punch at Kat, shooting her arm straight out. The punch fell way short of Kat’s face, however, physical contact was not its purpose. A thin jet of white aerosol squirted into Kat’s eyes, mouth and nose.
Kat knew immediately what had been done. She recognized the sickeningly sweet taste of the venom. She coughed and sputtered as the gas blinded her eyes and penetrated her lungs. It was only seconds before she was an unconscious heap on the floor. Her black hair sprawled out and the short plaid skirt exposing her long tan legs.
The trooper admired her handy work for a moment. She liked a good fight and regretted having to end the contest so quickly. Her boss was always quick to give her play time and she hoped that he might be generous with this beautiful young thing. The unconscious policewoman had given almost as well as she got and the thought of seeing how much the defeated cop would be able to take in a fight or otherwise made her rub her thighs with anticipation.
The grunting of the three Crime Net associates bound and gagged on the floor forced the reality back into the bogus officer’s mind, she would have to leave her perversions for later. She had come there specifically to prevent the Dairy Queen from being arrested and the entire operation from being exposed. She didn’t like Olga’s theatrics and her elaborate fronts, but this wasn’t her show.
She pulled a small knife from her belt and cut the key ropes in her compatriots' hogties. She especially enjoyed watching as Peaches and Cream writhe as they collapsed from exhaustion. The two must have been tied like that for a long time. It would have been most amusing to see the two dykes suffering.
They both lay still on the ground for a few moments while the blood pumped through their limbs. Peaches pulled her arms down in front of her and tried to extricate her pubic hair from the knot of rubber band. Her numb fingers fiddled uselessly at the patch of reddened skin and hair. A few moments Cream followed suit; also trying to futilely extricate her pubes.
The fake trooper crook watched in amusement as their dead fingers worked at the hopeless tangle. She was in no hurry to help these useless flunkies. They were a crude bunch. But they served a purpose and as long as the boss wanted them around, it was her job to help them clean up the mess.
The Dairy Queen grunted in annoyance at the slow progress of her release. She didn’t like bondage at all, at least if she was the one being tied and gagged. Her fury at her predicament and the casual pace of her release overcame the effects of her own knockout gas.
Eventually, the Dairy Queen’s turn at freedom came and the sharp dagger sliced easily through the robes. As soon as her arms were free she regained most of her composure and sat up. She pulled the saliva-coated knot of cloth from her mouth and started spitting obscenities laced with orders at Peaches and Cream.
"Let’s get the lovely officer Dickworthy out here before the real Staties show up.” The Dairy Queen’s fury made her temporarily immune to the after effects of her own drugging gas.
“Can’t we just toss her in one of the machines and let the mixers cut her perky little body to shreds?” Cream begged. Of the two milkmaids, she was by far the more viscous. She was in love with quick and bloody torture. She realized that they would have only a few minutes to dispose of the unwelcome spy and after their humiliating defeat with Danger Babe, both she and Peaches were interested in some quick revenge.
“No, Miss Young-Jugs is who I want and this perky little body is just the thing we need to get her to come to us.” Olga’s mind was racing. The adrenaline of anger was leaving her and thoughts of erotic torture and the unconscious Asian was starting to warm her blood.
“Girls, go with Qir and get the casket out the Hearse, I think our lovely friend here will be able to serve us one last time...”
The four villainesses quickly transferred Kat into the casket and into the back of the old Hearse that was the only vehicle parked in the factories’ front lot. Peaches and Cream stayed behind with orders to quickly sanitize and torch the building before the real state troopers could arrive.
The Dairy Queen sat in the front next to the tiny Asian as the Hearse roared recklessly down the pitted and deserted roads. The lacquered casket was secured in the back; its voluptuous interior absorbed the bumps and thuds as its bound and gagged occupant was tossed from side to side in the dark confines.
Kat Dickworthy was rolled and pitched in the dark, but only slowly recovered her senses in the black confines. She knew she was in trouble and that she was being transported somewhere. Still, she could only guess how or to where. She tried to raise her bound legs to kick them against the end of the box where she had slid during the jolting ride, her knees immediately hit the confining space of the lid. With her arms and hands pinned behind her she could not explore the space beyond the fact that it was lined with a quilt bedding.
She yelled into the gag that was stretched between her teeth. It was surprisingly ineffective for the Dairy Queen. The screams still came back to her dully as the quilted coffin lining absorbed them and her words were only muffled slurs of what she was trying to say.
The Hearse lurched along the darkening roads through the suburbs of Buzzsaw. The deep pits in the pavement made the car role side to side as the Dairy Queen and her driver careened away from the abandoned factory. In an hour the building would be nothing more than a smoldering ruin.
Danger Babe had escaped from her death trap, but Olga was confident that this would only be a temporary setback. In the rear of the hearse she had her ace.
Miss Young-Jugs had risked her life once to save the pretty young officer. Olga was willing to bet her farm that she would do it again.
The Dairy Queen motioned for her driver to follow the next right turn. The hearse now rolled from the dilapidated pavement onto an unmarked cow path that twisted from one dusty hill to the next.
Kat was feeling bruised and tired, as she lay helpless in the dark. Her arms ached from the uncomfortable bondage and the repeated pounding she received from being flung around inside the coffin. The voluptuous lining that she had seen in other coffins turned out to be mostly for show. Every bump and slap her body made seemed to end in contact with hard wood.
The dark solid confines of the box gave Kat time to evaluate her future. It didn’t look good. When the Dairy Queen had caught her trying to infiltrate the factory a few days ago, She was visited several times a day. The Dairy Queen always seemed amused by the interrogations. Kat’s was tied into a variety of devises that seemed primarily designed for pleasing the Dairy Queen’s dark love of sexual torture and less for getting meaningful answers out of Kat.
But, as the days went on, the Dairy Queen seemed less interested in stopping the devices before they could cause permanent harm to her. Kat resisted the torture as best she could, realizing that her survival was grounded in the Dairy Queen not losing interest in her plaything. As long as Kat held out against the drugs, bondage and elaborate toys, the Dairy Queen would not take her life. The idea of breaking the special agent’s will and finding out what secrets Interpol had about Crime Net would keep her safe.
Now, Kat knew that was a fallacy. Crime Net controlled the local police and they had turned her over to Olga, like a lollipop to the winner of the spelling bee. Kat didn’t have anything they wanted. After having to pull out of the ice-cream factory, Kat was a millstone around Olga’s neck.
The sooner that Kat was dead and buried the better for Olga and Crime Net.
Or, just buried. Kat gave a sharp thump at the bottom of the coffin. She was wild with fear. She realized that the little fake trooper woman who had attacked Kat was probably sent by Crime Net to clean up the Dairy Queen’s mess. At least, thought Kat, the Dairy Queens body will probably be buried on top of her own.
Kat was still trying to shake off the effects of the venom that she inhaled. The fear, mixed with the darkness, tight bonds, and the enclosed space inside the coffin heightened the effect of the gas. As she struggled to extricate her hands and feet from the complex bondage, she felt her thighs moisten. Despite the shame she felt at the feelings, she wished she could get her fingers to scratch the itch that was growing between her legs.
The car lurched along the rough roads until Kat heard a sudden change in the tone. The engine sounded louder, as if the old hears had entered a tunnel. The drive smoothed out and suddenly it lurched to a stop.
Kat panted breathlessly in the stuffy confines of the box. Her body was moist from her struggles and the air was stale. She listened quietly to slamming car doors and muffled voices.
The fake officer opened the back of the Hearse and tugged at the end of the coffin. It slid along the rollers easily until it tipped at an angle off the back of the cargo bed. The lid of the coffin jerked open the little Asian, still in her cap and jackboots checked on the status of their captive. The petite Asian’s dark eyes glimmered impassively from under the black visor. If she was happy that Kat had not suffocated or broken her neck during the rough drive from the factory, Kat couldn’t tell. She grabbed the bound girl’s arms and hauled her out the casket and dumped her roughly on the ground.
The floor of the building was packed dirt, bone dry, with bits of loose bits of straw mixed with the top layer of dust. The building had the distinctive scent of agriculture. Kat puffed the dusty fresh air from the ground. Her sweaty body and saliva soaked gag were quickly coated in brown earth and straw.
Kat rolled onto her back and looked at the black expanse of ceiling above her. She could see gray timbered rafters above her and in the blackness beyond, needlepoints of pink dawn coming through gaps in the tin roof. The barn was still dark, but seemed bright after the total blackness of the coffin.
Kat wriggled on to her side, her legs and arms ached from the snug ropes. Still, after what seemed like hours in the stuffy confines of the box, rolling about in the dirt seemed a relief.
She was frantic to figure out what the Dairy Queen and her new assistant had planned.
Aching and tired, the gas still gave Kat the strange sense of arousal. The sensation was familiar after her days of captivity and interrogation. It gave the same type of depressed feelings she had when she was young and had masturbated too much. Dirty, tired, humiliated by her arousal and yet not able to stop.
The Dairy Queen took charge and together the two fiends dragged the special agent across the floor by her shoulders. Kat could see little, though she craned her head up to find out what her future might hold. She saw a large wooden “X” lying on the ground. As got closer she recognized four wrist/ankle shackles and a leather belt bolted to it, a St. Andrew’s cross. She knew the name from her police training in the Hong Kong vice unit and its purpose from her captivity at the ice cream factory.
She attempted to wriggle free, but she was much too securely bound. Olga and her jackbooted assistant hardly lost a step as they pulled Kat to the cross. Both women were much too experienced to have any trouble securing a drugged girl to the frame. First, they freed her ankles and pulled her legs apart and closed the shackles around the thin ankles, pulling them widely apart in the process. The slutty little plaid skirt that Kat had thrown on after being freed by Danger Babe was hiked up to the waistband, exposing the narrow black panties that provided her a last bit of modesty. The white cotton blouse that she had tied across her front was now covered in dirt from the floor and twisted so the brown skin of her areola peaked from a ripped buttonhole.
After securing her wrists and waist snuggly to the cross, Olga stood up and crossed into the dark recesses of the barn, leaving Kat alone and vulnerable with her petite Asian assailant.
“You good pretty.” The woman quipped in broken and unpracticed English, now straddling the spread-eagle constable. Kat glared back at the woman’s eyes, trying to keep a defiant front, yet she was becoming more uncertain about her fate. The Dairy Queen had taken sadistic delight in her interrogation games with Kat. The Dairy Queen, as fucked up as she was, always had a sick affection that came through her eyes.
This woman had big dark eyes that were unblinking and almost dead in feeling, except for the hate. Kat could sense the hate was a passion that was near super-human. The murderous eyes froze Kat as the little villainess pulled a dagger from a sheath on the back of her belt. Kat flicked her eyes from the knife to the face of her would be murder. A sadistic, almost happy grin crept across it. She rotated the knife so the hard steel butt of it pointed at Kat. It was smooth and sleek with a grip contoured to the hand of its bearer.
Kat flinched as she felt the cold metal of the handle. It carefully traced the edge of her labia through the fabric of her panties. She was stock still as the blunt of the knife grazed the edge of her sex. Her skin was sensitized from days of abuse and the insidious effects of the gas. Her sex became flush with arousal and fear. She longed to be saved from this tiny psychopath; even the sadistic torments of the Dairy Queen seemed safer than another minute alone with her.
The little sadist bent forward and pressed her lips against the now filthy gag. Kat felt the hilt of the knife leave her privates as the smaller woman licked her in a rough, animalistic way.
The blade of the knife traced its way up her mid-line just to remind Kat that her body was only moments from a painfully quick and gory death. Her captor reared back, her little white teeth tugging at Kat’s lower lip. Her free hand brusquely grabbed Kat’s nipple and tugged it clear of her blouse.
In an instant, the edge of the blade was scraping along the stretched skin, shaving off the layer of quickly accumulating sweat from Kat’s breast. Kat began to squirm as the little Asian sadistically beamed.
“You very pretty for Chinese girl, but not enough meat to feed vultures that will pick over you bones.” She leaned forward and drew the sharp blade so that it pressed between Kat’s ear and the corner of her jaw.
With the knife and its implied threat, Qir drew herself in and started kissing and probing Kat with her bee stung lips and agile tongue. Letting her victim support her small body, Qir’s free hand moved down Kat’s body, roughly exploring the soft flesh and exposed curves. Soon her small hands were violating the young agent.
Kat responded the only way the Dairy Queen’s sex gas would allow, her hips were gyrating in rhythm with rough touch of the penetrating fingers. Qir continued her aggressive biting and kissing.
The Dairy Queen’s days of sexual torture and perverse perils had conditioned Kat to respond to sexually to the intense danger and vulnerability of her situation. As she felt the needle sharp tip of the knife slide from her jaw down onto her throat, Kat’s hips bucked and thrust in time with the quickening pace of the probing fingers. When the tip of blade reached her jugular, Kat could feel the knife slowly pressing against her, putting more and more pressure on her throat. Kat was immobilized by a shuddering orgasm. The little sadist was no longer Kissing and biting. Through the haze of drugged sex, Kat peeked from nearly closed eyes at her attacker.
Her round little face with dark eyes and bee-stung lips was covered with a look of relaxed bliss, like she was sharing in Kat’s ecstasy. Kat knew what the little Asian intended, and she was unable to escape. She closed her eyes and waited for the blade to puncture her delicate neck.
By S. Sneakly
Copyright 1996 by author
Next: Pasteurized, Processed Police Peril
Re: Danger Babe: The Perils of Penelope Young-Jugs
By S. Sneakly, Copyright 1996
*Chapter Seven*
Pasteurized, Processed Police Peril
Kat was still secured to the cross and Qir, still dressed in her jack boots and trooper uniform, held her knife to the side of the young police woman’s throat. “I had fun with you but I know boss man want know loose ends” Qir moved the pointed tip of her knife to a spot under Kat’s jaw that would make her bleed out in a matter of seconds. Kat closed her eyes, waiting for the coup de grâce.
Suddenly, Qir was pitched to the side. Kat’s eyes opened just in time to see the Dairy Queen’s heel follow through. Crumpled on the ground next to her was her would-be assassin, still clutching her dagger.
In one fluid motion, Qir rolled to her feet. The Dairy Queen still had the initiative and used it to her advantage. Her whip long shot out like a flame and wrapped around Qir’s wrist.
The little hand feinted down and forward in one fluid movement. As the assassin brought her hand up, the blade sliced the end of the whip. A stream of unintelligible obscenities poured from her mouth.
“Look, psycho-cunt,” The Dairy Queen shot back. “If you want some fuck toys to play with, go ask your boss. It’s not like he doesn’t have enough of them hanging around.”
“Those two idiots working for me already screwed up my first chance at earning a big payoff, I need this lil’ heifer to rustle up Miss Young-Jugs.” Olga’s booted toe nudged Kat in the ribs. “You better saddle up and get back to your boss.”
Qir held her knife; ready to flick the blade at Olga. Her furrowed brow made it clear that she wanted to send the Dairy Queen to Hell even if she would have to go there herself. She let out a low, evil hiss and slowly put the knife away.
Whoever her boss is, she must be more scared of him than she is of the Dairy Queen, Kat noted. She squirmed and groaned into her gag. The sadistic little woman had worked Kat up and now she was horny as hell. A tight crotch rope would have given her some relief, one with a big knot in just the right place and she could have satisfied herself.
Kat shook her head. She needed to clear her mind. Olga’s drugs and torture were warping her perceptions. Getting off this cross and escaping had to be her first objective. Orgasms she could worry about later.
Watching her prey rock back and forth at the center of the wooded X, the tattered remains of her pleated skirt and white blouse draped across her body, Olga was happy to be rid of Qir. Peaches and Cream would probably not return for hours. The Interpol agent would probably still be alive, but the blush would be off the rose by then.
Danger Babe would either take the bait or Olga would enjoy Officer Dickworthy’s slow and theatrical demise.
Using a remote control, Olga lowered a cable and hook from a ceiling crane. She pulled the cable to the X-frame where Kat was pinned. After hooking the frame to the cable she raised it until the heroine was erect, the bottom of the frame just touching the floor.
“Officer, are you aware of what needs to be done to milk before it can be sold in a store?” She moved over to Kat and placed her hand on the girl’s thigh. She felt the muscles tense. Olga enjoyed the moment of control. Kat was too tired to respond.
“It needs to be heated to kill all the natural fauna that might make you sick.” Her hand traced up the smooth brown skin to the crotch of her victim's panties. She could feel goose bumps forming along the girl’s shapely leg. “The milk also needs to be mixed to prevent the cream from separating.”
She pulled Kat’s gag down, as if to kiss her. The round butt of the whip handle traced the vulnerable skin of her inner thighs. Olga pushed her thick red lips against Kat’s mouth, forcing her tongue in, exploring the young woman’s gasping mouth. The whip handle pressed hard against the folds of the girl’s labia. The rough braids of leather were quickly drenched as the handle was slowly forcing its way into the parting folds. Kat shuddered with excitement as the weapon pushed her to climax. As it penetrated deeper and deeper again and again, roughly tearing at from within, Kat gasped for air between orgasms. As she did so, the Dairy Queen pushed a balled up piece of cloth into her mouth. Before she could spit it out, the gag was back in place and cinched tight between her teeth.
“That’s right lover, I’m going to pasteurize and homogenize your sweet little body.” she slowly pulled the handle of the whip from Kat’s swelled and excited labia. The Dairy Queen pulled away from her lover. Kat could hear the tremble of excitement in Olga’s voice. The moist end of the whip, still clutched in her hand was vibrating with emotion. Olga was near climax herself. The exhilaration of the kill was on her.
Olga was certain that this time there was no play act or game. This time she was going to snuff the pretty little troublemaker. Officer Kat Dickworthy was now too big a liability to have around. Joy of torture was outweighed by the trouble that could be created if she were ever to escape with the knowledge that she had undoubtedly learned from her meeting with Danger Babe.
She picked up a hose from the floor and trained it on Kat. A jet of water shot out and soaked the spread eagle girl from head to toe. A stream of dirt dribbled down her body and her clothes clung to her body. The dark flesh of her areola and nipples swelled against the now sheer fabric. The heavy cross danced in the jet of water.
Satisfied that the girl was rinsed clean, Olga pulled the remote control from her pocket raised Kat toward the ceiling. The cross followed a track-way along the ceiling into an unlit corner of the building. As she approached a set of motion activated lights blinked on.
Next to Kat were two white storage vessels; white layers denoted the different fraction of separated milk. One was placed almost to the rafters and the second was midway to the floor. They had been connected by a series of glass tubes through which milk would be able to drain from one to another.
Kat’s eyes followed the path of glass pipes from one tank to another. A set of empty pipes exited the lower tank, curving down a third, open jar directly below her.
As if on cue, the Dairy Queen started lowering Kat down into the open tank. It was just wide enough for the X-frame to slide in. As Kat jerked and pulled at her bondage, the cross began to sway slightly.
“Easy does it Lover, this will be a tight fit.” Olga picked up a rifle from a table along the back wall. She used the barrel of the gun to guide the end of the cross into the tank. Within moments Kat was trapped inside.
Olga shouldered the gun and used the crane to lower the domed lid onto her. Four steel clamps snapped into place sealing the tank from the outside.
Kat was entirely cut off from the outside. She puffed heavily into the gag, her breathing echoed in the glass tomb and the shifting of her writhing body on the makeshift cross was loud in her ears as the cross clanked lightly against the glass. She could see the Dairy Queen moving about the barn, but the sound had been turned off.
Kat studied her predicament. The glass tank was just barely able to hold the spread eagle cross. In addition to the four locking clamps, the lid was connected to the bottom of the milk tank above by a clear tube. A black bell shaped was fitted through the glass to the right of the tube. A black o-ring sealed the lid on to the tank. A pair of telescoping arms was mounted in the curved bottom of the tank, one immediately in front of the other.
She tried to figure out what the Dairy Queen intended for her, but she was still too groggy from the knockout gas. Suddenly, a hissing sound filled her ears. Looking up, she saw white milk rushing down the tube from the second tank towards her own. Her ears popped as the thin white liquid sprayed down through the connector. The connector was designed to deflect the milk down the sided of the vessel and allow it to mix gently with the milk at the bottom of the tank. Cold milk quickly pooled in the round glass floor and was quickly rising towards Kat’s feet. A chilly white mist sprayed across Kat’s brown skin and collected in small rivulets, tracing down her body. Her damp clothes clung more tightly to her body.
Within a few seconds the chilly liquid was washing over the tops of her high-heeled pumps that she had found back at the ice cream factory. The rapid cooling sent a shiver through her body. Her dark nipples pressed against the clingy white blouse and pushed them outward.
Kat’s head rolled back while she grunted futilely into her gag. The frigid milk continued to rain down from above. Her gag was soaked and swollen with milk and her hair matted to her body as the milk sprayed over her. Less than a minute into the torrent the chilled liquid had risen to her inner thighs.
Milk continued to pour down the sides of the tank, but thankfully stopped rising. Kat tugged at her wrist and ankle restraints. Although the Dairy Queen and her Asian assistant, Qir, had worked quickly, the ropes felt like irons clamping her to the wooden cross. Her heart pounded. She looked down at the roiling mass of white liquid. It was hovering just a few inches below her widely spread legs. Kat knew with a press of a button the Dairy Queen could drown her in a white flood.
Even so, the only thing that she wanted was to get her hand free to touch herself. Her days of captivity in the hands of the Dairy Queen and her sadistic helpers had taken their toll on the girl. The sexually stimulating effect of knockout gas mixed with the intense danger of her predicament created a bizarrely erotic sensation for Kat.
Peering through the milk and glass, Kat could see little. The Dairy Queen had disappeared from view. The vast empty barn was a blur. Kat chewed into the gag, the sweet taste of milk filled her mouth. Alone she tried to figure out what had been planned for her and this new girl, Danger Babe, or Penelope Young-Jugs or whoever she was.
From what Penelope had told her back in the factory, Kat was of no intrinsic value the Dairy Queen. During her entire captivity, interrogation had been simply an excuse for Olga to torment and toy with the young woman. But now, certainly, she was a liability. Penelope had told her enough information about CrimeNet in Buzzsaw to warrant a quick elimination.
Her mind fixed on the beautiful blond that had saved her from the sharp blades that would have certainly sliced her as she struggled, bound between the two sloping metal bars in the basement of the ice cream factory or from the sharp needles that were at end of the fiendish funnels that were clamped over her breasts, slowly sucking her nipples towards the poisonous pricks. Remembering that deadly trap and feeling the Dairy Queen’s tight bonds holding her body fast yet again sent Kat into shivering orgasm. Her head rolled back, eyes closed, muscles ridged in her bondage.
Her shallow rapid breaths shot through the milk soaked gag. She bit hard at it wondering how long the sensation might last. Just as she started to let go of feeling, a voice whispered from the lid of the tank.
“I see you have discovered one of the main side effects of my interrogation methods. It’s called operant conditioning. The gas that I created from cattle viper can make almost any sensation an erotic one. After being entertained by so many of my toys, you are now physically conditioned to associate deadly peril with sexual stimulation. The more helpless you become the more intense the sexual response will be. If I continued our little games, I think you would eventually be able to reach orgasm without the help of my gas. I like to call what you just experienced a ‘peril-gasm.’ Some people, like your girlfriend, Miss Young-Jugs, experience them naturally. You, on the other hand, needed a little help.”
“I’d enjoy taking our little experiment to the next level, Lover. But, I’m afraid that your usefulness to me is almost up. When the delectable Danger Babe tries to come to your rescue, or at least I hope she will, your end will come within few very entertaining minutes.”
“If, for some reason she decides not to come, your demise will be much slower. Yet, I assure you, no less entertaining.
“Pasteurization, you might recall is the heating of milk to kill any dangerous contaminants that might be suspended in it.” Olga slid her fingers over the moist handle of the whip. Smiling, she added, “Sadly, my dear, that includes you.” She pressed the damp leather of the whip to her lips, enjoying the taste of victim’s fluids.
“As the milk circulates through homogenizer you are trapped in, the second of three. It will be slowly heated from a chilly forty degrees to potentially fatal one hundred forty. I’m not sure that alone will kill you, but there are other surprises that will finish the job, eventually…”
With a wicked grin, the Dairy Queen watched as the next phase of her trap activated. Kat at first felt only a hum coming through the milk around her legs. In the turmoil swirling milk in the chamber, it was barely perceptible.
Within seconds one a small mast had extended above the roiling surface of the milk. It was barely larger than a car antenna and stopped barely an inch above the surface.
Kat looked at it. Despite its small, innocuous appearance, Kat pulled and bucked at the ropes stretching her tightly to the cross. In the Dairy Queen’s perverse games, small could could mean and painfully deadly. Kat looked down at her spread legs, then at the periscoping nozzle only a few inches from her pussy, the thin remains of her black panties her only protection.
Kat closed her eyes, her mind raced. She imagined the sting of fluid snapping across the soft flesh of her pussy. She squirmed uncomfortably, trying to imagine how this extension was going to be used against her. She tried hopelessly to close her knees and protect her exposed sex. Her body quivered. She bit down into the gag, her head rolled back, her dark wet hair slid down her breast, stroking her rigid nipple. Her breath became rapid and shallow. She squirmed amid the tight ropes. She squealed into her wet gag as she came a second time. Her muscles flexed and she shuddered and gasped, another of the Dairy Queen’s “peril-gasms” washed over her.
Olga’s voice crackled through the speaker, “I suppose that you are trying to imagine what is coming. You’ve heard of the Chinese water torture, slow drips tapping away at the victim’s head. Eventually, the victim goes insane and the pressure causes the skull to collapse. Sadly, slow drips are really more annoying than deadly.”
Kat could hear the now familiar quaver in the Dairy Queens voice as she explained the intricacies of latest mechanism of torture and murder. This time her arousal was even more pronounced, probably because she had no intention of intervening in the deadly process.
“I’ve always wondered what would happen if that similar principle was applied to more ‘delicate’ tissue. I’ve rewired parts of this homogenizer to help me find out. The little mast that just appeared between your pretty legs was originally designed to control the movement of liquids in the microenvironments of the chamber. It has a fiber-optic camera on the tip mounted next to the precision water jet.”
The Dairy Queen’s voice quavered. “How powerful is it? Allow me a demonstration.” A sudden burst of liquid from the end of the mast struck the fabric of her skirt and sliced it from bottom to top. Kat recoiled in surprise and pain, the remains of her tartan skirt was slashed from her waist and dropped into the swirl pool of milk, leaving only her black panties behind.
“The jet was modified from a masonry cutting jet. If it becomes necessary, you could be sliced in two in less than a minute. It’s not only powerful but precise, too.” Two quick darts of liquid shot out severing the straps that held the panties in place. The thin, damp fabric slid down into the turmoil of white.
Kat looked down. She could see light traces on her skin created by razor sharp jets of liquid. “It uses an optical tracker to follow the motion of your body. You can squirm all you want and it will always be able to find your sweet spot.”
“Unfortunately for you, cutting you neatly in half is not my intention . . .” The Dairy Queen’s voice was regaining some of its steel.
Kat felt a gentle tap against her labia. Then another, she looked down and saw droplets of milk being shot from the tip of the mast. She felt herself becoming more excited as it became clear what the Dairy Queen meant by “sweat spot’. The tapping droplets of milk sent a shiver through Kat’s loins.
“It must feel nice against your poor sweet young skin. I imagine the cattle viper venom has you wonderfully sensitized. In a few minutes that gentle pitter-patter against your pussy will drive you into a cycle of continuous orgasm. But as the seconds tick into minutes and the minutes into hours, the gentle touch will become a deliciously diabolic pounding. Your orgasms will sap your energy away into sexual agony.”
Olga looked down from her perch in the building’s rafters. She pushed her fingers down the between her legs. Despite the milk swirling down the chamber walls, Olga had a clear view of her captive’s gyrating body. Her long nails rubbed roughly at her sex. The excitement of watching the girl's progression from arousal to torment made her wet with lust. She wished desperately that she was locked in the tank with her victim, to look into her eyes, touch her quivering skin, drink in the sexual energy and manhandle her helpless form.
Danger Babe would eventually be forced to walk into the trap, trying to save her new friend. Olga imagined the joy watching the last minutes of officer Dickworthy while brutalizing the blond heroine. She let two of her fingers slide deep into her moist sex. She needed to use her free hand to stabilize her perch in the rafters as felt the rush to orgasm.
By S. Sneakly
Copyright 1996 by author
Next: The Better Butter Bondage
*Chapter Seven*
Pasteurized, Processed Police Peril
Kat was still secured to the cross and Qir, still dressed in her jack boots and trooper uniform, held her knife to the side of the young police woman’s throat. “I had fun with you but I know boss man want know loose ends” Qir moved the pointed tip of her knife to a spot under Kat’s jaw that would make her bleed out in a matter of seconds. Kat closed her eyes, waiting for the coup de grâce.
Suddenly, Qir was pitched to the side. Kat’s eyes opened just in time to see the Dairy Queen’s heel follow through. Crumpled on the ground next to her was her would-be assassin, still clutching her dagger.
In one fluid motion, Qir rolled to her feet. The Dairy Queen still had the initiative and used it to her advantage. Her whip long shot out like a flame and wrapped around Qir’s wrist.
The little hand feinted down and forward in one fluid movement. As the assassin brought her hand up, the blade sliced the end of the whip. A stream of unintelligible obscenities poured from her mouth.
“Look, psycho-cunt,” The Dairy Queen shot back. “If you want some fuck toys to play with, go ask your boss. It’s not like he doesn’t have enough of them hanging around.”
“Those two idiots working for me already screwed up my first chance at earning a big payoff, I need this lil’ heifer to rustle up Miss Young-Jugs.” Olga’s booted toe nudged Kat in the ribs. “You better saddle up and get back to your boss.”
Qir held her knife; ready to flick the blade at Olga. Her furrowed brow made it clear that she wanted to send the Dairy Queen to Hell even if she would have to go there herself. She let out a low, evil hiss and slowly put the knife away.
Whoever her boss is, she must be more scared of him than she is of the Dairy Queen, Kat noted. She squirmed and groaned into her gag. The sadistic little woman had worked Kat up and now she was horny as hell. A tight crotch rope would have given her some relief, one with a big knot in just the right place and she could have satisfied herself.
Kat shook her head. She needed to clear her mind. Olga’s drugs and torture were warping her perceptions. Getting off this cross and escaping had to be her first objective. Orgasms she could worry about later.
Watching her prey rock back and forth at the center of the wooded X, the tattered remains of her pleated skirt and white blouse draped across her body, Olga was happy to be rid of Qir. Peaches and Cream would probably not return for hours. The Interpol agent would probably still be alive, but the blush would be off the rose by then.
Danger Babe would either take the bait or Olga would enjoy Officer Dickworthy’s slow and theatrical demise.
Using a remote control, Olga lowered a cable and hook from a ceiling crane. She pulled the cable to the X-frame where Kat was pinned. After hooking the frame to the cable she raised it until the heroine was erect, the bottom of the frame just touching the floor.
“Officer, are you aware of what needs to be done to milk before it can be sold in a store?” She moved over to Kat and placed her hand on the girl’s thigh. She felt the muscles tense. Olga enjoyed the moment of control. Kat was too tired to respond.
“It needs to be heated to kill all the natural fauna that might make you sick.” Her hand traced up the smooth brown skin to the crotch of her victim's panties. She could feel goose bumps forming along the girl’s shapely leg. “The milk also needs to be mixed to prevent the cream from separating.”
She pulled Kat’s gag down, as if to kiss her. The round butt of the whip handle traced the vulnerable skin of her inner thighs. Olga pushed her thick red lips against Kat’s mouth, forcing her tongue in, exploring the young woman’s gasping mouth. The whip handle pressed hard against the folds of the girl’s labia. The rough braids of leather were quickly drenched as the handle was slowly forcing its way into the parting folds. Kat shuddered with excitement as the weapon pushed her to climax. As it penetrated deeper and deeper again and again, roughly tearing at from within, Kat gasped for air between orgasms. As she did so, the Dairy Queen pushed a balled up piece of cloth into her mouth. Before she could spit it out, the gag was back in place and cinched tight between her teeth.
“That’s right lover, I’m going to pasteurize and homogenize your sweet little body.” she slowly pulled the handle of the whip from Kat’s swelled and excited labia. The Dairy Queen pulled away from her lover. Kat could hear the tremble of excitement in Olga’s voice. The moist end of the whip, still clutched in her hand was vibrating with emotion. Olga was near climax herself. The exhilaration of the kill was on her.
Olga was certain that this time there was no play act or game. This time she was going to snuff the pretty little troublemaker. Officer Kat Dickworthy was now too big a liability to have around. Joy of torture was outweighed by the trouble that could be created if she were ever to escape with the knowledge that she had undoubtedly learned from her meeting with Danger Babe.
She picked up a hose from the floor and trained it on Kat. A jet of water shot out and soaked the spread eagle girl from head to toe. A stream of dirt dribbled down her body and her clothes clung to her body. The dark flesh of her areola and nipples swelled against the now sheer fabric. The heavy cross danced in the jet of water.
Satisfied that the girl was rinsed clean, Olga pulled the remote control from her pocket raised Kat toward the ceiling. The cross followed a track-way along the ceiling into an unlit corner of the building. As she approached a set of motion activated lights blinked on.
Next to Kat were two white storage vessels; white layers denoted the different fraction of separated milk. One was placed almost to the rafters and the second was midway to the floor. They had been connected by a series of glass tubes through which milk would be able to drain from one to another.
Kat’s eyes followed the path of glass pipes from one tank to another. A set of empty pipes exited the lower tank, curving down a third, open jar directly below her.
As if on cue, the Dairy Queen started lowering Kat down into the open tank. It was just wide enough for the X-frame to slide in. As Kat jerked and pulled at her bondage, the cross began to sway slightly.
“Easy does it Lover, this will be a tight fit.” Olga picked up a rifle from a table along the back wall. She used the barrel of the gun to guide the end of the cross into the tank. Within moments Kat was trapped inside.
Olga shouldered the gun and used the crane to lower the domed lid onto her. Four steel clamps snapped into place sealing the tank from the outside.
Kat was entirely cut off from the outside. She puffed heavily into the gag, her breathing echoed in the glass tomb and the shifting of her writhing body on the makeshift cross was loud in her ears as the cross clanked lightly against the glass. She could see the Dairy Queen moving about the barn, but the sound had been turned off.
Kat studied her predicament. The glass tank was just barely able to hold the spread eagle cross. In addition to the four locking clamps, the lid was connected to the bottom of the milk tank above by a clear tube. A black bell shaped was fitted through the glass to the right of the tube. A black o-ring sealed the lid on to the tank. A pair of telescoping arms was mounted in the curved bottom of the tank, one immediately in front of the other.
She tried to figure out what the Dairy Queen intended for her, but she was still too groggy from the knockout gas. Suddenly, a hissing sound filled her ears. Looking up, she saw white milk rushing down the tube from the second tank towards her own. Her ears popped as the thin white liquid sprayed down through the connector. The connector was designed to deflect the milk down the sided of the vessel and allow it to mix gently with the milk at the bottom of the tank. Cold milk quickly pooled in the round glass floor and was quickly rising towards Kat’s feet. A chilly white mist sprayed across Kat’s brown skin and collected in small rivulets, tracing down her body. Her damp clothes clung more tightly to her body.
Within a few seconds the chilly liquid was washing over the tops of her high-heeled pumps that she had found back at the ice cream factory. The rapid cooling sent a shiver through her body. Her dark nipples pressed against the clingy white blouse and pushed them outward.
Kat’s head rolled back while she grunted futilely into her gag. The frigid milk continued to rain down from above. Her gag was soaked and swollen with milk and her hair matted to her body as the milk sprayed over her. Less than a minute into the torrent the chilled liquid had risen to her inner thighs.
Milk continued to pour down the sides of the tank, but thankfully stopped rising. Kat tugged at her wrist and ankle restraints. Although the Dairy Queen and her Asian assistant, Qir, had worked quickly, the ropes felt like irons clamping her to the wooden cross. Her heart pounded. She looked down at the roiling mass of white liquid. It was hovering just a few inches below her widely spread legs. Kat knew with a press of a button the Dairy Queen could drown her in a white flood.
Even so, the only thing that she wanted was to get her hand free to touch herself. Her days of captivity in the hands of the Dairy Queen and her sadistic helpers had taken their toll on the girl. The sexually stimulating effect of knockout gas mixed with the intense danger of her predicament created a bizarrely erotic sensation for Kat.
Peering through the milk and glass, Kat could see little. The Dairy Queen had disappeared from view. The vast empty barn was a blur. Kat chewed into the gag, the sweet taste of milk filled her mouth. Alone she tried to figure out what had been planned for her and this new girl, Danger Babe, or Penelope Young-Jugs or whoever she was.
From what Penelope had told her back in the factory, Kat was of no intrinsic value the Dairy Queen. During her entire captivity, interrogation had been simply an excuse for Olga to torment and toy with the young woman. But now, certainly, she was a liability. Penelope had told her enough information about CrimeNet in Buzzsaw to warrant a quick elimination.
Her mind fixed on the beautiful blond that had saved her from the sharp blades that would have certainly sliced her as she struggled, bound between the two sloping metal bars in the basement of the ice cream factory or from the sharp needles that were at end of the fiendish funnels that were clamped over her breasts, slowly sucking her nipples towards the poisonous pricks. Remembering that deadly trap and feeling the Dairy Queen’s tight bonds holding her body fast yet again sent Kat into shivering orgasm. Her head rolled back, eyes closed, muscles ridged in her bondage.
Her shallow rapid breaths shot through the milk soaked gag. She bit hard at it wondering how long the sensation might last. Just as she started to let go of feeling, a voice whispered from the lid of the tank.
“I see you have discovered one of the main side effects of my interrogation methods. It’s called operant conditioning. The gas that I created from cattle viper can make almost any sensation an erotic one. After being entertained by so many of my toys, you are now physically conditioned to associate deadly peril with sexual stimulation. The more helpless you become the more intense the sexual response will be. If I continued our little games, I think you would eventually be able to reach orgasm without the help of my gas. I like to call what you just experienced a ‘peril-gasm.’ Some people, like your girlfriend, Miss Young-Jugs, experience them naturally. You, on the other hand, needed a little help.”
“I’d enjoy taking our little experiment to the next level, Lover. But, I’m afraid that your usefulness to me is almost up. When the delectable Danger Babe tries to come to your rescue, or at least I hope she will, your end will come within few very entertaining minutes.”
“If, for some reason she decides not to come, your demise will be much slower. Yet, I assure you, no less entertaining.
“Pasteurization, you might recall is the heating of milk to kill any dangerous contaminants that might be suspended in it.” Olga slid her fingers over the moist handle of the whip. Smiling, she added, “Sadly, my dear, that includes you.” She pressed the damp leather of the whip to her lips, enjoying the taste of victim’s fluids.
“As the milk circulates through homogenizer you are trapped in, the second of three. It will be slowly heated from a chilly forty degrees to potentially fatal one hundred forty. I’m not sure that alone will kill you, but there are other surprises that will finish the job, eventually…”
With a wicked grin, the Dairy Queen watched as the next phase of her trap activated. Kat at first felt only a hum coming through the milk around her legs. In the turmoil swirling milk in the chamber, it was barely perceptible.
Within seconds one a small mast had extended above the roiling surface of the milk. It was barely larger than a car antenna and stopped barely an inch above the surface.
Kat looked at it. Despite its small, innocuous appearance, Kat pulled and bucked at the ropes stretching her tightly to the cross. In the Dairy Queen’s perverse games, small could could mean and painfully deadly. Kat looked down at her spread legs, then at the periscoping nozzle only a few inches from her pussy, the thin remains of her black panties her only protection.
Kat closed her eyes, her mind raced. She imagined the sting of fluid snapping across the soft flesh of her pussy. She squirmed uncomfortably, trying to imagine how this extension was going to be used against her. She tried hopelessly to close her knees and protect her exposed sex. Her body quivered. She bit down into the gag, her head rolled back, her dark wet hair slid down her breast, stroking her rigid nipple. Her breath became rapid and shallow. She squirmed amid the tight ropes. She squealed into her wet gag as she came a second time. Her muscles flexed and she shuddered and gasped, another of the Dairy Queen’s “peril-gasms” washed over her.
Olga’s voice crackled through the speaker, “I suppose that you are trying to imagine what is coming. You’ve heard of the Chinese water torture, slow drips tapping away at the victim’s head. Eventually, the victim goes insane and the pressure causes the skull to collapse. Sadly, slow drips are really more annoying than deadly.”
Kat could hear the now familiar quaver in the Dairy Queens voice as she explained the intricacies of latest mechanism of torture and murder. This time her arousal was even more pronounced, probably because she had no intention of intervening in the deadly process.
“I’ve always wondered what would happen if that similar principle was applied to more ‘delicate’ tissue. I’ve rewired parts of this homogenizer to help me find out. The little mast that just appeared between your pretty legs was originally designed to control the movement of liquids in the microenvironments of the chamber. It has a fiber-optic camera on the tip mounted next to the precision water jet.”
The Dairy Queen’s voice quavered. “How powerful is it? Allow me a demonstration.” A sudden burst of liquid from the end of the mast struck the fabric of her skirt and sliced it from bottom to top. Kat recoiled in surprise and pain, the remains of her tartan skirt was slashed from her waist and dropped into the swirl pool of milk, leaving only her black panties behind.
“The jet was modified from a masonry cutting jet. If it becomes necessary, you could be sliced in two in less than a minute. It’s not only powerful but precise, too.” Two quick darts of liquid shot out severing the straps that held the panties in place. The thin, damp fabric slid down into the turmoil of white.
Kat looked down. She could see light traces on her skin created by razor sharp jets of liquid. “It uses an optical tracker to follow the motion of your body. You can squirm all you want and it will always be able to find your sweet spot.”
“Unfortunately for you, cutting you neatly in half is not my intention . . .” The Dairy Queen’s voice was regaining some of its steel.
Kat felt a gentle tap against her labia. Then another, she looked down and saw droplets of milk being shot from the tip of the mast. She felt herself becoming more excited as it became clear what the Dairy Queen meant by “sweat spot’. The tapping droplets of milk sent a shiver through Kat’s loins.
“It must feel nice against your poor sweet young skin. I imagine the cattle viper venom has you wonderfully sensitized. In a few minutes that gentle pitter-patter against your pussy will drive you into a cycle of continuous orgasm. But as the seconds tick into minutes and the minutes into hours, the gentle touch will become a deliciously diabolic pounding. Your orgasms will sap your energy away into sexual agony.”
Olga looked down from her perch in the building’s rafters. She pushed her fingers down the between her legs. Despite the milk swirling down the chamber walls, Olga had a clear view of her captive’s gyrating body. Her long nails rubbed roughly at her sex. The excitement of watching the girl's progression from arousal to torment made her wet with lust. She wished desperately that she was locked in the tank with her victim, to look into her eyes, touch her quivering skin, drink in the sexual energy and manhandle her helpless form.
Danger Babe would eventually be forced to walk into the trap, trying to save her new friend. Olga imagined the joy watching the last minutes of officer Dickworthy while brutalizing the blond heroine. She let two of her fingers slide deep into her moist sex. She needed to use her free hand to stabilize her perch in the rafters as felt the rush to orgasm.
By S. Sneakly
Copyright 1996 by author
Next: The Better Butter Bondage
Re: Danger Babe: The Perils of Penelope Young-Jugs
The Perils of Penelope Young-Jugs
*Chapter Eight*
The Better Butter Bondage
By S. Sneakly, Copyright 1996
Penelope didn’t know where she was when she first started to come around. The sun was warm on her face and the grass was soft on her back. She opened her eyes and was surprised to see nothing but black. Her hand moved up to her face and she felt her night vision goggles still seated over her eyes. They had stopped working, whether from the battery or the impact, she didn’t know. She slid them off and blinked up into the mid-morning sky.
The sensation was surreal. She was lying in a patch of tall marsh grass. It was as if she had been dropped in from outer space. All around the tall grass seemed undisturbed. Sitting up slowly, her body ached with stiffness. Penny was reminded of waking up after the flu. She felt small and tired, exhausted from a feverish sleep.
At first Penny imagined she had just dozed off in the sun. As her head cleared her memory clicked back into place. She remembered riding her motorcycle down the dark road on her way to recover the Bovinar Calf. She was riding slalom through the pothole-riddled asphalt, hurtling along, the headlights of an oncoming car had blinded her night vision. She vaguely recalled the bike flying off over the bank of the road.
Penelope looked around. It still took her a moment to realize that somewhere in the tall reeds was her motorcycle. She rolled onto her knees and tried to stand. Her balance was unsteady and she held her hand out into the air to find her balance.
Even standing she could not see beyond the tall grass. She seemed to have truly dropped from outer space, landing hard on the soft soil, the only hint of her arrival was the impression of her form in the crushed grass. Moving made her body ache. But, the more she moved the more her body came back to her. She started to walk around the clearing in a circle. Each time she made a circuit, she moved a couple of yards farther. She found the trail that her bike had cut and quickly and found it mired down, almost upright in a muddy depression. At least I won’t have to stand it upright, she thought.
She pushed the starter button and the bike sputtered to life. Working the clutch and the gas alternately Penelope guided the bike out of the marshy grass and back to the road. After taking a moment to gain her bearings, she gunned the bike back towards the S & M Ice Cream factory. She was almost certain about what she expected to find when she got there.
The pillar of smoke that rose from the horizon confirmed her worst fears. The building was almost completely engulfed in fire as she rounded the top of the hill. A paltry three fire engines were engaged in the futile task of spraying the building down with water. The remoteness of the factory and the hopeless lack of resources meant the Buzzsaw FD would be forced to let the building burn itself out.
Penelope held her breath, did Kat get caught up in the fire? Had the Dairy Queen gotten away? It certainly looked as though she had. Penelope plugged her earbud into her police scanner and clicked over to the fire department frequency. There was a short crackle of static and then a voice giving a status report on the fire, one of the fire commanders reported the
building had been cleared and that there were no injuries or vehicles found on the premises when they arrived.
Penelope was worried about Kat, but at the same time relieved. Kat hadn’t been trapped in the burning building, yet it also meant that The Dairy Queen and her milkmaids had escaped before the staties arrived.
Now Penelope was faced with the new problem, what had Olga done with her regained captive? She had clearly tired of toying with the Interpol agent when Penelope helped her escape from what would have been her final death trap, so why had she taken her with her? Kat didn’t have any information that would be of value to CrimeNet. In fact, she was a liability now that Penelope had explained how commissioner Limpwad betrayed her.
There could be only one reason Olga had Kat with her, she wanted to use her as bait to recapture Danger Babe. Whether or not she found out Penelope’s cover identity, the sado-sexual execution of Penelope Young-Jugs was still worth a million dollar payday to the Dairy Queen. Penelope needed to find Kat as quickly as she could, the longer The Dairy Queen had her the more prepared she would be for a rescue attempt.
Penelope thought back to what she had already learned about The Dairy Queen’s operations, the factory and the amusement pier were both already compromised. If she wanted to lure Penelope into a trap, she would not try to hide herself too well or compromise whoever had sent her to steal the Bovinar Calf in the first place. There was only one location Penelope knew that fit The Dairy Queen’s needs.
Bridgett pushed the motorcycle’s ignition and let out the clutch, causing the rear tire to spin around in the loose gravel and shooting an arc of debris across the hilltop. When the front of the bike pointed away from the ruins of the factory, she let go of the brake and the bike leapt forward down the hill and towards the main road.
*****
The sun was still climbing in the sky when she reached the dairy farm where she assumed Kat was being held. The spread looked deserted. Most of the farm equipment had been sold off or been stripped of parts and left to decay in the sun. The only sign that Penelope was on the right track were a series of tire tracks pressed into the sand that were yet to erode in the steady breeze. Getting off her bike and proceeding on foot, Bridgett guessed the tracks were less than a day old.
Kat was in one of those buildings, hopefully alive, but undoubtedly in the company of Olga and whatever sadistic devices she had been able to concoct.
*****
Kat was writhing in the rope bindings pinning her to the wooden cross. The air was moist and warm as the milk that was circulating through the system heated towards the temperature of pasteurization. Gasping in the thick wet gag she tried to torsion her body out of the way of the milk jet directed at her crotch. She was still under the influence of the cattle viper mist that the strange little Asian had used to take her down.
The steady thudding of warm liquid hard on her clit made thinking difficult. She could only move her body a few inches in either direction, never quite able to escape the thundering stream of sensation. So far, the fear and anger she felt at Olga and her regained freedom had prevented the inevitable string of orgasms the trap was destined to create. Kat glanced around the empty building outside the trap for a few seconds, careful to keep her eyes away from the spot up above where she was sure The Dairy Queen was perched, probably enjoying the fruits of her sadism. There was little for her to see, with the exception of the powerful spotlights illuminating her plight, the outside world was black.
The milk in the chamber had turned a slight off-white and small curds of something were circulating through the milk, which continued to swirl a few inches below her spread clit. Occasionally Kat caught a glimpse of the tattered remains of her panties reaching the surface of the milk.
Butter, Kat thought. The lumps were globs of butter that were forming from the circulating milk. She closed her eyes again and tried to fight off the intense sensations that were again building in the soft pink of her sex. Olga had no intention of killing her yet, she was just toying with her, forcing her to cum again and again for her own sick entertainment while she waited for Danger Babe to show up.
Then the real torture would begin. Olga would turn up the power on the nozzle or start flooding the chamber with more milk. Something that would force Danger Babe to act while giving Olga time to spring her next trap.
Kat closed her eyes tight and felt her muscles shudder and contract as a new orgasm rushed through her. She prayed that Danger Babe wouldn’t find her, wouldn’t risk her life to save her, and wouldn't be subjected to Olga’s depraved sense of theater.
“The popping in your ears is the pressure in the system building up,” Olga’s voice crackled through the loud speaker. “You are in the lowest part of the system, if your girlfriend tries to tamper with the homogenizer or cut the power, all the milk being pumped around the circuit will quickly settle and completely flood your chamber, long before she has a chance to break through the bullet proof casing…” Kat could hear the quiver of excitement in The Dairy Queen’s voice as it trailed off. She new from before that Olga was indulging in one of her favorite components of torture, self gratification at the sight of her victim encased in another of her sexually deviant death traps.
Kat, for her part, was also helpless against the sensations, despite her fear and attempts to control her emotions she was again quickly pushed to cum by the powerful thumps of liquid against her pussy. Her body pulled tight against her bonds as an orgasm shuddered through her. Feeling guilt and shame at her own arousal, Kat preyed that Penelope would not risk her life to save her. The thought of what the Dairy Queen would do with a fresh victim horrified her even more than what was certain to happen to her at the hands of the sexually sadistic Dairy Queen.
“I wouldn’t count on it.” Danger Babe’s voice came through the speaker inside the milky tomb. Kat’s heart pounded as she shrieked into her gag.
“Oh Goody, fresh meat!” It was the last thing Kat heard from outside the trap. There was a brief crackle of static as the speaker died.
Almost immediately a thousand things started happening around Kat. Air began hissing from somewhere outside the trap. Pressure in her ears rapidly built so that she had to repeatedly swallow milk from her damp gag to equalize her ears and relieve the pain. She also discovered that the force of the milk jet thrusting against her pussy was growing rapidly. She shrieked and writhed, trying desperately to get her sex out of what would soon become a scalpel-like blast.
No sooner had she started to shriek into her gag she realized her situation was again changing. The force pounding into her sex started to diminish again. Looking down at the nozzle that had been focused between her spread thighs she saw that the milk level was rising steadily and the source of the jet was now submerging under a rising tide of milk and clumping butter. The jet was still pounding at the tender spot between her legs, but was blunted by the rising level of milk it needed to shoot through.
Kat looked at her thighs and saw the milk was rising around her. It had crept most of the way to her pussy and within a few seconds her crotch was submerged in the white mix. She pulled at her bonds and looked out through the glass but couldn’t see anything beyond the milk spattered glass and the darkness of the barn.
As the incomprehensible fear built up in her, so did her sense of arousal. She pulled at the ropes, trying to slip free before the milk could rise any further. Kat felt the pressure against her clit, the ropes against her body and the warm milk slowly swallowing her. The Dairy Queen had left her to die, while trying to capture Danger Babe. The insidious viper gas was forcing Kat to cum at the hopelessness of the situation. She was going to be drowned while the one woman who could possibly save her was being led into a trap.
*****
Penelope kept with her first instinct and followed the tire tracks into the barn with a pair of binoculars. Instead of heading straight for the vast empty building, Penny skirted around the edge of the property until she came to a water tower that stood directly behind it. The ladder up to the cistern was iron and still solid as a rock. Armed with a grappling gun, she scaled the tank and looked for an opening into the upper reaches of the barn. If the Dairy Queen had set any type of trap in the building, she would be lurking in high ground waiting to spring it when Danger Babe made her entrance.
As she climbed, the rumble of machinery became more audible from within the building. Whatever tortures the dairy Queen had planned for Kat had already been set into play. Penelope knew the Dairy Queen was playing for keeps. She was going to kill the InterPol agent whether she captured Danger Babe or not and the more pressure she put on Penelope to rescue her, the better.
When she reached the top of the tower, Penelope wrapped one leg around the main support and looped an arm through a rung to brace for the shot. The rust and flaking paint scraped against her bare leg, the plaid miniskirt provided little protection to her thigh, still, she gripped it tight.
Across from the tower was the barn, a broad set of doors were closed and locked with a chain. Directly above them was a sagging hatch with a rusted pulley for lifting hay bails. She aimed for a spot above the entrance to the loft. With a gentle squeeze of the trigger, a steel shaft sprang out with a sharp hiss of nylon cord accompanying the shot as it dug into the wood a foot above her target..
As soon as the line stopped feeding out, Penelope started looping it through the top rung of the ladder and used as much of her weight and strength as she could muster to draw the line tight and make it fast. Once satisfied with her rigging, she clipped the grapple gun over the line as a trolley and judged her next move. The zip-line set a ten-degree angle. It would give her plenty of speed for her assault on the loft door. However, if she missed or the door didn’t give, she was going to hit the ground with a bone-crushing drop.
She lined up and aimed for the upper right corner of the left hatch. If she hit it just right, she would sail right into the loft floor and be close to where Olga was waiting, she hoped.
Gripping tight on the trolley, Penelope pushed off from the tower and swung out into space over the hard dirt. She pulled her legs together and forward so that they led her body towards the door, adding to her momentum. The rope stretched more than she expected and it was all she could do to keep her body tucked up to avoid hitting the bottom sill when she impacted. The zizzing noise of the line sliding through the trolley grew louder as she sped along, gaining speed for her impact with the side of the barn. Penelope kept her feet aimed at the weak center of the door praying the high-heeled come-fuck me pumps she had found at the ice cream factory would protect her feet from the impact with the door. She closed her eyes just at the moment of impact.
She needn’t have worried about the door; she barely noticed the impact. Whether it was the wood or the screws that were rotted out Penelope didn’t know, but the door shot out in front of her with a gratifying crash. Letting go of the grappler, Penelope skidded a stop just inside the door.
“I wouldn’t count on it, Olga!” Penelope hopped to her feet and started moving towards the Dairy Queen who was squatting near the edge of the loft barely a dozen feet away.
“Oh Goody! Fresh meat!” Olga dropped the microphone she was holding and turned to face her attacker. She pulled her whip from her belt and laughed excitedly. “Love your new look… Not exactly combat ready…”
“Let her go, Olga.” Penelope scooped up a pitchfork that was leaning against one of the rafters.
The metal tips dangling from the end of Olga’s whip shined even in the dim light.
“I’ll tell you what Miss Young-Jugs, you tell me what I want and I’ll consider it.” Penelope could tell the Dairy Queen was already sizing up her first lash.
“You’re full of shit, Olga. You’ll kill both of us if you get half a chance.” Penelope kept the length of tool between her and Olga, guarding against what was sure to be a lightning fast attack.
“You’ve got me on that one, Danger Babe. Tell you what, you give up now and I’ll put you in the death trap with her.” Olga glanced over her shoulder at contraption holding Kat. “Otherwise, she’ll be dead in a matter of a few minutes. When you so rudely interrupted I dropped the dead switch I was holding. She’ll drown in a matter of a minute or two, and I’ll have to find something more… gruesome for you…”
“Then I had better kick your ass quick.” Penelope thrust hard with the pitchfork. The whip would be less effective in close quarters. Olga realized that too and reacted by hopping backward and unfurling the whip. She swung it expertly over her head. The size of the barn lent her space to swing it in a full, lethal arc.
Penelope tried to parry the first lash with the pitchfork. The end of whip shot past Penelope’s head and the three metal blades lodged in the wooden rafter just to the right and behind Penelope’s head. The blow would have been a killing blow had it been on target. Olga was no longer interested in toying. She was going for the quick kill, pleasure be damned.
“Getting worried, Olga?” Penelope rushed in while the Dairy Queen yanked the whip free. Olga had her back to the edge of the loft and had limited space to retreat, especially if she wanted to hold onto her whip. It was apparent that she had been expecting to confront Penelope in the open space of the barn’s floor, not the confines of the loft. Penelope was going to make the most of her temporary advantage.
The snap of Olga’s wrist unhooked the barbs of the whip from the wood beam. They bounced ineffectually off of Penelope’s back as their mistress called them back for the next strike. By the time she had snapped them forward again, Penelope had already broken through their effective perimeter. When the blades shot forward, they lacked the controlled energy of the last strike. Penelope raised the tongs of the pitchfork to block the blow and the three blades became hopelessly entangled in the shaft. Now Penelope had the initiative, while Olga drew back her arm to retrieve the whip, Penelope rushed in closer and fired a hard kick precisely below Olga’s ribcage.
The effect was immediate, Olga doubled over sideways and let go the whip handle and stumbled closer to the edge of the loft. Penelope followed her, pressing the attack. As she reached the edge of the platform, she could see Kat, with her back to her, tied to a cross inside a large churning tank of milk.
She was in the largest of three circulating tanks each partially filled with milk and connected with clear glass pipes. A pump, now idle, below Kat’s vat had apparently been re-circulating milk through the system. It took only a second for Penelope to understand the situation. Without the help of the re-circulator, the milk that had been pumping through the system was quickly settling in the lowest point of the system, flooding in around Kat.
Olga was right, Kat didn’t have long to live if Penelope didn’t take the Dairy Queen out quickly. Penelope looked at the Dairy Queen. She was slow to recover her breath from the hard kick. If Penelope pressed her advantage, she could take her completely in a couple of minutes of close hand to hand. Regrettably, Kat didn’t have a few minutes.
Penelope took the pitchfork, with the whip still tangled in the tongs, and heaved into the dirt floor of the barn. The tip struck hard into the dirt and pinned the whip well out of the Dairy Queen’s reach.
With a quick glance back to make sure that the Dairy Queen wasn’t going to launch an ambush, Penelope leaped out at the glass structure. Only Kat’s outstretched hands were visible within the flooding chamber, still bound to the X-cross.
Penelope landed on the pipe that was draining milk into Kat’s chamber of the deathtrap. She had expected the pipe to shatter under the impact. Instead she landed hard against it and tumbled to the dirt floor.
Penelope lay on her back and looked at the tower of pipes, whatever they were made of, they weren’t going to be easy to shatter. Kat’s hands had now disappeared into the white foam as the last of the air leaked out of her chamber. Penelope glanced up at Olga who was holding her side and laying on the edge of the loft. I must have broken a couple of her ribs, Penelope thought.
“Not so easy is it, Danger Babe.”
Penelope ignored her. She wasn’t going to be drawn into a conflict so readily. She was going to get Kat out, even if that meant losing the Dairy Queen. Penelope got up and launched a kick at the side of the tank. Surprised that she was still wearing the high-heeled pumps, Penelope felt the brass tip of the heel strike the tank. It barely made a scratch. With all the fluid pressing back against the wall, the impact felt like she was kicking a rock.
Glancing back up at the loft, Penelope’s mind raced. With Kat struggling in her bondage, head underwater, Penny knew she would quickly drown if she didn’t find a way to let the milk out. Olga had disappeared, but that hardly mattered. Penelope couldn’t do anything about that… at least not right away.
Penelope glanced around the floor of the barn. It had been stripped clear of loose debris. The only things remaining were the pitchfork and the whip still stuck in the dirt. Penelope grabbed the tool and yanked it from the dirt. In a single move, she slipped the whip clear of the end. With a snap of her wrist, she cleared the tangle that had formed that had formed at its end. While she adjusted her grip, Penelope focused on the structure of the tower. It was mostly self-supporting and rose up into the rafters. Taking aim at the highest reaches of the pipes, Penelope let the whip fly. The metal tong shot up, easily clearing the upper reaches and then spinning around one of the pipes, the metal tips digging in to clear plastic.
Kicking off her shoes, Penelope dug her feet into the dirt as far from the milk homogenizer as she could. She pulled hard on the end of the whip, never letting up on the tension that kept it attached to the pipe. At first little happened, the tower barely twitching under her pull, but eventually she was able to start rocking it back and forth, the top swaying a few inches in either direction. Within a few seconds the arc had grown enough to cause the base to start to crumple under the shifting weight. Penelope kept it up until at last the whole tower collapsed toward her.
The smaller tanks broke free of their connectors and rolled clear of the system, loose milk spilling out and coating the floor, immediately soaking in to the dust and creating a gray, muddy paste. The chamber containing Penelope’s crucified friend landed on its side, but didn’t break. Milk was glugged out of the broken attachments.
Penelope was near to panic. The milk was draining, but not nearly fast enough to clear the huge volume of liquid needed to save Kat. Penelope looked at the tank. A thin black gasket sealed the tank two-thirds the way up its length. Grabbing the pitchfork, Penelope slammed the tongs into the rubber. It wasn’t much of a target, but it was all she needed. Each time one of the tongs lodged in rubber, Penelope pulled and twisted the handle. After three or four strikes enough gasket had been worked out that a trickle of milk was dribbling from the seam. With a few more hits the gasket ripped and Penelope grabbed one of the loose ends and began tugging the rubber from its seat. The gasket finally gave in completely and unzipped easily with the pressure of liquid behind it. Hot milk and clumps of buttery sludge glugged out of the wound and the upper half of the tank fell away.
Penelope waded into mud and pulled the end of the cross out of the tank. Kat was hanging limp from her bondage. Praying she wasn’t too late, Penelope slapped Kat in the face. Penelope tilted Kat’s head back and gave a puff of air into the girl’s lungs. Kat’s lips felt cold and dead against her own. Penelope tried to find a pulse but there wasn’t anything. She gave another puff of air into her lungs and started doing chest compressions. The first push against the sternum gave a sickening flood of milk from Kat’s mouth. Penelope kept going, she wasn’t going to give up so easily, even though she had the terrible sensation that Dairy Queen had succeeded in both escape and murder. After a few cycles of compression and breaths Kat stopped ejecting milk, but her lips still felt cold and dead. Penelope wanted to cut the ropes that were holding Kat to the makeshift cross, but she knew that would have to wait.
It seemed like an eternity Penelope worked on the lifeless body before she felt the first flutter of life. It started with a few twitches of Kat’s face, but within a few seconds grew to a violent fit of coughing and retching. Penelope stopped trying to resuscitate her. Instead she pulled the whip back towards her and used the sharp talons at the end to slice through the ropes that held Kat’s arms out and away from her body.
Kat rolled to her side and continued to retch the milk she had ingested in her final minutes of drowning while Penelope sliced the remaining ropes from her body.
“Are you going to be okay?” Penelope leaned over the gasping and hacking woman.
“Don’t let her get away…” was all that Kat managed to cough in between fits.
Penelope was momentarily torn, getting the Dairy Queen was important, but so was making sure Kat would be all right. She continued to hold her shoulder and supported her until the coughing started to subside and could hear Kat’s lungs starting to clear the fluid.
Kat sat up and looked at her, “Go, I’ll be fine, but don’t let her get away…” she wiped her arm across her face. “She probably went to call whoever is supposed to get the bull and have more people sent out here to take care of us before we get too far. Take her down and get the bull back.” Kat pushed Penelope away. “Really, I’ll be okay, but if you don’t stop her now this will go on forever. Go.”
Reluctantly Penelope got to her feet, Kat was right. The Dairy Queen was too dangerous to leave loose while they were stuck on this remote farm. With or without her milkmaids she could call in other CrimeNet resources.
The last kick Penelope had given Olga had been a good one, Penelope had felt the solid contact. Olga wouldn’t be moving too quickly after a hit like that. She wasn’t in the rafters any longer so Penelope started looking around the out buildings. After her and Kat’s experiences at S&M Ice Cream, Penelope was very wary of booby traps as she explored around the farm. She did come across some punji-stakes and a net trap that she spotted before she could be ensnared.
Olga finally turned up when Penelope reached the main house. She was sitting on the floor of the kitchen clutching her side and trying to get a signal on a cell phone.
“Not getting any bars Olga?” Penelope didn’t make any move to stop her, Olga was down, covered in dirt from her trip from the barn. Blood trickled from her mouth and from her labored breathing Penelope could tell she probably had a punctured lung. Penelope pulled the phone from Olga’s weak grip. “You don’t mind if I go first, do you? The reception is a lot better if you don’t hold the phone down by the cast iron sink.”
“I’m going to really enjoy killing you Miss Young-Jugs and that nice piece of Asian pussy…” Olga was panting hard. Even standing next to her, Penelope could hear the fluid rattling in her lungs.
“As soon as you get released from the prison infirmary you can feel free to try.” Penelope dialed the State Troopers. This time she talked to the watch commander, who she had met in her alter ego of Felicity Fesseler, and made sure the call hadn’t been intercepted. After she got off the phone she unsnapped the battery just to make sure there weren’t any GPS features that might home in the milkmaids or bring other CrimeNet figures to their location.
She dragged Olga to her feet, scooping up the large purse that had been lying open on the kitchen table. It rustled with the clang of metal on metal, “A few more of your toys, Olga?” Without a hint of sympathy Penelope forced the injured woman back out to the barn. Kat was sitting up and aside from the occasional cough was looking pretty good for someone who had spent the last few days in dire peril and sexual torture.
“The real staties will be out here in about forty-five minutes. Let’s make sure she doesn’t get loose again.” Penelope pulled a set of irons from the bag. They were basically four cuffs attached to a metal ring. Despite Olga’s injuries, Penelope didn’t have the slightest guilt in chaining her in a hogtie. The rest of the bag’s contents were what Penelope expected a good sadist to have in her purse, nipple clamps, bit gags, a studded metal dildo and an assortment of toys that shined of chrome and sharp edges but with no clear purpose. Penelope shuddered to think what they might have been used for had she not landed that one final kick. “You had better get to a hospital yourself, you came really close to drowning and all that milk in your lungs can’t be good.”
Kat started to say something to Penelope, but before she could form the words in her head, she grabbed the collar of Penelope’s blouse and pulled her in for a deep, hard kiss. Penelope relaxed her mouth allowing Kat’s tongue to stroke her lips, probe her mouth. Penelope kissed back, the tip of her tongue meeting Kat’s, dancing together. Penelope felt Kat’s arms slip around her waist and pull her in for an embrace. Penelope had been without a lover for a long time and wanted nothing more than to make love with the pretty agent right there and then. She slipped her arms around Kat’s body and started to pull her in close.
Suddenly Kat pulled back.
“You had better go…” She brushed the hair from Penelope’s face. “The state troopers are going to be showing up soon, and you’re still wanted for murder…”
“Go get the Bovinar Calf and whoever put the Dairy Queen up to stealing it…”
Penelope leaned in and gave Kat another kiss, trying hard not to linger too long.
“I will…” She fought the urge to stay with these beautiful almond eyes, knowing she had to leave.
Before she left, Penelope went to the water tower she had used to attack the barn and found that she could release some of the water to shower off. Despite her motorcycle accident and the hand-to-hand combat, her plaid micro-mini outfit had survived. Not that she had much choice in the matter, but Penelope rinsed the dirt from the outfit, along with the rest of her body. She was still hoping she might be able to get a hold of the Bovinar Calf before it permanently disappeared into the murk of the Buzzsaw underworld.
Reluctantly Penelope went to her bike and started off towards Buzzsaw. The motion of the bike sent the wind through her damp hair and soggy clothing. The chill hardened her nipples and the bike rumbled between her legs. Kat was safe, the Dairy Queen was going to jail, and Danger Babe was driving straight into the mouth of hell… What more could a girl want?
By S. Sneakly
Copyright 1996 by author
*Chapter Eight*
The Better Butter Bondage
By S. Sneakly, Copyright 1996
Penelope didn’t know where she was when she first started to come around. The sun was warm on her face and the grass was soft on her back. She opened her eyes and was surprised to see nothing but black. Her hand moved up to her face and she felt her night vision goggles still seated over her eyes. They had stopped working, whether from the battery or the impact, she didn’t know. She slid them off and blinked up into the mid-morning sky.
The sensation was surreal. She was lying in a patch of tall marsh grass. It was as if she had been dropped in from outer space. All around the tall grass seemed undisturbed. Sitting up slowly, her body ached with stiffness. Penny was reminded of waking up after the flu. She felt small and tired, exhausted from a feverish sleep.
At first Penny imagined she had just dozed off in the sun. As her head cleared her memory clicked back into place. She remembered riding her motorcycle down the dark road on her way to recover the Bovinar Calf. She was riding slalom through the pothole-riddled asphalt, hurtling along, the headlights of an oncoming car had blinded her night vision. She vaguely recalled the bike flying off over the bank of the road.
Penelope looked around. It still took her a moment to realize that somewhere in the tall reeds was her motorcycle. She rolled onto her knees and tried to stand. Her balance was unsteady and she held her hand out into the air to find her balance.
Even standing she could not see beyond the tall grass. She seemed to have truly dropped from outer space, landing hard on the soft soil, the only hint of her arrival was the impression of her form in the crushed grass. Moving made her body ache. But, the more she moved the more her body came back to her. She started to walk around the clearing in a circle. Each time she made a circuit, she moved a couple of yards farther. She found the trail that her bike had cut and quickly and found it mired down, almost upright in a muddy depression. At least I won’t have to stand it upright, she thought.
She pushed the starter button and the bike sputtered to life. Working the clutch and the gas alternately Penelope guided the bike out of the marshy grass and back to the road. After taking a moment to gain her bearings, she gunned the bike back towards the S & M Ice Cream factory. She was almost certain about what she expected to find when she got there.
The pillar of smoke that rose from the horizon confirmed her worst fears. The building was almost completely engulfed in fire as she rounded the top of the hill. A paltry three fire engines were engaged in the futile task of spraying the building down with water. The remoteness of the factory and the hopeless lack of resources meant the Buzzsaw FD would be forced to let the building burn itself out.
Penelope held her breath, did Kat get caught up in the fire? Had the Dairy Queen gotten away? It certainly looked as though she had. Penelope plugged her earbud into her police scanner and clicked over to the fire department frequency. There was a short crackle of static and then a voice giving a status report on the fire, one of the fire commanders reported the
building had been cleared and that there were no injuries or vehicles found on the premises when they arrived.
Penelope was worried about Kat, but at the same time relieved. Kat hadn’t been trapped in the burning building, yet it also meant that The Dairy Queen and her milkmaids had escaped before the staties arrived.
Now Penelope was faced with the new problem, what had Olga done with her regained captive? She had clearly tired of toying with the Interpol agent when Penelope helped her escape from what would have been her final death trap, so why had she taken her with her? Kat didn’t have any information that would be of value to CrimeNet. In fact, she was a liability now that Penelope had explained how commissioner Limpwad betrayed her.
There could be only one reason Olga had Kat with her, she wanted to use her as bait to recapture Danger Babe. Whether or not she found out Penelope’s cover identity, the sado-sexual execution of Penelope Young-Jugs was still worth a million dollar payday to the Dairy Queen. Penelope needed to find Kat as quickly as she could, the longer The Dairy Queen had her the more prepared she would be for a rescue attempt.
Penelope thought back to what she had already learned about The Dairy Queen’s operations, the factory and the amusement pier were both already compromised. If she wanted to lure Penelope into a trap, she would not try to hide herself too well or compromise whoever had sent her to steal the Bovinar Calf in the first place. There was only one location Penelope knew that fit The Dairy Queen’s needs.
Bridgett pushed the motorcycle’s ignition and let out the clutch, causing the rear tire to spin around in the loose gravel and shooting an arc of debris across the hilltop. When the front of the bike pointed away from the ruins of the factory, she let go of the brake and the bike leapt forward down the hill and towards the main road.
*****
The sun was still climbing in the sky when she reached the dairy farm where she assumed Kat was being held. The spread looked deserted. Most of the farm equipment had been sold off or been stripped of parts and left to decay in the sun. The only sign that Penelope was on the right track were a series of tire tracks pressed into the sand that were yet to erode in the steady breeze. Getting off her bike and proceeding on foot, Bridgett guessed the tracks were less than a day old.
Kat was in one of those buildings, hopefully alive, but undoubtedly in the company of Olga and whatever sadistic devices she had been able to concoct.
*****
Kat was writhing in the rope bindings pinning her to the wooden cross. The air was moist and warm as the milk that was circulating through the system heated towards the temperature of pasteurization. Gasping in the thick wet gag she tried to torsion her body out of the way of the milk jet directed at her crotch. She was still under the influence of the cattle viper mist that the strange little Asian had used to take her down.
The steady thudding of warm liquid hard on her clit made thinking difficult. She could only move her body a few inches in either direction, never quite able to escape the thundering stream of sensation. So far, the fear and anger she felt at Olga and her regained freedom had prevented the inevitable string of orgasms the trap was destined to create. Kat glanced around the empty building outside the trap for a few seconds, careful to keep her eyes away from the spot up above where she was sure The Dairy Queen was perched, probably enjoying the fruits of her sadism. There was little for her to see, with the exception of the powerful spotlights illuminating her plight, the outside world was black.
The milk in the chamber had turned a slight off-white and small curds of something were circulating through the milk, which continued to swirl a few inches below her spread clit. Occasionally Kat caught a glimpse of the tattered remains of her panties reaching the surface of the milk.
Butter, Kat thought. The lumps were globs of butter that were forming from the circulating milk. She closed her eyes again and tried to fight off the intense sensations that were again building in the soft pink of her sex. Olga had no intention of killing her yet, she was just toying with her, forcing her to cum again and again for her own sick entertainment while she waited for Danger Babe to show up.
Then the real torture would begin. Olga would turn up the power on the nozzle or start flooding the chamber with more milk. Something that would force Danger Babe to act while giving Olga time to spring her next trap.
Kat closed her eyes tight and felt her muscles shudder and contract as a new orgasm rushed through her. She prayed that Danger Babe wouldn’t find her, wouldn’t risk her life to save her, and wouldn't be subjected to Olga’s depraved sense of theater.
“The popping in your ears is the pressure in the system building up,” Olga’s voice crackled through the loud speaker. “You are in the lowest part of the system, if your girlfriend tries to tamper with the homogenizer or cut the power, all the milk being pumped around the circuit will quickly settle and completely flood your chamber, long before she has a chance to break through the bullet proof casing…” Kat could hear the quiver of excitement in The Dairy Queen’s voice as it trailed off. She new from before that Olga was indulging in one of her favorite components of torture, self gratification at the sight of her victim encased in another of her sexually deviant death traps.
Kat, for her part, was also helpless against the sensations, despite her fear and attempts to control her emotions she was again quickly pushed to cum by the powerful thumps of liquid against her pussy. Her body pulled tight against her bonds as an orgasm shuddered through her. Feeling guilt and shame at her own arousal, Kat preyed that Penelope would not risk her life to save her. The thought of what the Dairy Queen would do with a fresh victim horrified her even more than what was certain to happen to her at the hands of the sexually sadistic Dairy Queen.
“I wouldn’t count on it.” Danger Babe’s voice came through the speaker inside the milky tomb. Kat’s heart pounded as she shrieked into her gag.
“Oh Goody, fresh meat!” It was the last thing Kat heard from outside the trap. There was a brief crackle of static as the speaker died.
Almost immediately a thousand things started happening around Kat. Air began hissing from somewhere outside the trap. Pressure in her ears rapidly built so that she had to repeatedly swallow milk from her damp gag to equalize her ears and relieve the pain. She also discovered that the force of the milk jet thrusting against her pussy was growing rapidly. She shrieked and writhed, trying desperately to get her sex out of what would soon become a scalpel-like blast.
No sooner had she started to shriek into her gag she realized her situation was again changing. The force pounding into her sex started to diminish again. Looking down at the nozzle that had been focused between her spread thighs she saw that the milk level was rising steadily and the source of the jet was now submerging under a rising tide of milk and clumping butter. The jet was still pounding at the tender spot between her legs, but was blunted by the rising level of milk it needed to shoot through.
Kat looked at her thighs and saw the milk was rising around her. It had crept most of the way to her pussy and within a few seconds her crotch was submerged in the white mix. She pulled at her bonds and looked out through the glass but couldn’t see anything beyond the milk spattered glass and the darkness of the barn.
As the incomprehensible fear built up in her, so did her sense of arousal. She pulled at the ropes, trying to slip free before the milk could rise any further. Kat felt the pressure against her clit, the ropes against her body and the warm milk slowly swallowing her. The Dairy Queen had left her to die, while trying to capture Danger Babe. The insidious viper gas was forcing Kat to cum at the hopelessness of the situation. She was going to be drowned while the one woman who could possibly save her was being led into a trap.
*****
Penelope kept with her first instinct and followed the tire tracks into the barn with a pair of binoculars. Instead of heading straight for the vast empty building, Penny skirted around the edge of the property until she came to a water tower that stood directly behind it. The ladder up to the cistern was iron and still solid as a rock. Armed with a grappling gun, she scaled the tank and looked for an opening into the upper reaches of the barn. If the Dairy Queen had set any type of trap in the building, she would be lurking in high ground waiting to spring it when Danger Babe made her entrance.
As she climbed, the rumble of machinery became more audible from within the building. Whatever tortures the dairy Queen had planned for Kat had already been set into play. Penelope knew the Dairy Queen was playing for keeps. She was going to kill the InterPol agent whether she captured Danger Babe or not and the more pressure she put on Penelope to rescue her, the better.
When she reached the top of the tower, Penelope wrapped one leg around the main support and looped an arm through a rung to brace for the shot. The rust and flaking paint scraped against her bare leg, the plaid miniskirt provided little protection to her thigh, still, she gripped it tight.
Across from the tower was the barn, a broad set of doors were closed and locked with a chain. Directly above them was a sagging hatch with a rusted pulley for lifting hay bails. She aimed for a spot above the entrance to the loft. With a gentle squeeze of the trigger, a steel shaft sprang out with a sharp hiss of nylon cord accompanying the shot as it dug into the wood a foot above her target..
As soon as the line stopped feeding out, Penelope started looping it through the top rung of the ladder and used as much of her weight and strength as she could muster to draw the line tight and make it fast. Once satisfied with her rigging, she clipped the grapple gun over the line as a trolley and judged her next move. The zip-line set a ten-degree angle. It would give her plenty of speed for her assault on the loft door. However, if she missed or the door didn’t give, she was going to hit the ground with a bone-crushing drop.
She lined up and aimed for the upper right corner of the left hatch. If she hit it just right, she would sail right into the loft floor and be close to where Olga was waiting, she hoped.
Gripping tight on the trolley, Penelope pushed off from the tower and swung out into space over the hard dirt. She pulled her legs together and forward so that they led her body towards the door, adding to her momentum. The rope stretched more than she expected and it was all she could do to keep her body tucked up to avoid hitting the bottom sill when she impacted. The zizzing noise of the line sliding through the trolley grew louder as she sped along, gaining speed for her impact with the side of the barn. Penelope kept her feet aimed at the weak center of the door praying the high-heeled come-fuck me pumps she had found at the ice cream factory would protect her feet from the impact with the door. She closed her eyes just at the moment of impact.
She needn’t have worried about the door; she barely noticed the impact. Whether it was the wood or the screws that were rotted out Penelope didn’t know, but the door shot out in front of her with a gratifying crash. Letting go of the grappler, Penelope skidded a stop just inside the door.
“I wouldn’t count on it, Olga!” Penelope hopped to her feet and started moving towards the Dairy Queen who was squatting near the edge of the loft barely a dozen feet away.
“Oh Goody! Fresh meat!” Olga dropped the microphone she was holding and turned to face her attacker. She pulled her whip from her belt and laughed excitedly. “Love your new look… Not exactly combat ready…”
“Let her go, Olga.” Penelope scooped up a pitchfork that was leaning against one of the rafters.
The metal tips dangling from the end of Olga’s whip shined even in the dim light.
“I’ll tell you what Miss Young-Jugs, you tell me what I want and I’ll consider it.” Penelope could tell the Dairy Queen was already sizing up her first lash.
“You’re full of shit, Olga. You’ll kill both of us if you get half a chance.” Penelope kept the length of tool between her and Olga, guarding against what was sure to be a lightning fast attack.
“You’ve got me on that one, Danger Babe. Tell you what, you give up now and I’ll put you in the death trap with her.” Olga glanced over her shoulder at contraption holding Kat. “Otherwise, she’ll be dead in a matter of a few minutes. When you so rudely interrupted I dropped the dead switch I was holding. She’ll drown in a matter of a minute or two, and I’ll have to find something more… gruesome for you…”
“Then I had better kick your ass quick.” Penelope thrust hard with the pitchfork. The whip would be less effective in close quarters. Olga realized that too and reacted by hopping backward and unfurling the whip. She swung it expertly over her head. The size of the barn lent her space to swing it in a full, lethal arc.
Penelope tried to parry the first lash with the pitchfork. The end of whip shot past Penelope’s head and the three metal blades lodged in the wooden rafter just to the right and behind Penelope’s head. The blow would have been a killing blow had it been on target. Olga was no longer interested in toying. She was going for the quick kill, pleasure be damned.
“Getting worried, Olga?” Penelope rushed in while the Dairy Queen yanked the whip free. Olga had her back to the edge of the loft and had limited space to retreat, especially if she wanted to hold onto her whip. It was apparent that she had been expecting to confront Penelope in the open space of the barn’s floor, not the confines of the loft. Penelope was going to make the most of her temporary advantage.
The snap of Olga’s wrist unhooked the barbs of the whip from the wood beam. They bounced ineffectually off of Penelope’s back as their mistress called them back for the next strike. By the time she had snapped them forward again, Penelope had already broken through their effective perimeter. When the blades shot forward, they lacked the controlled energy of the last strike. Penelope raised the tongs of the pitchfork to block the blow and the three blades became hopelessly entangled in the shaft. Now Penelope had the initiative, while Olga drew back her arm to retrieve the whip, Penelope rushed in closer and fired a hard kick precisely below Olga’s ribcage.
The effect was immediate, Olga doubled over sideways and let go the whip handle and stumbled closer to the edge of the loft. Penelope followed her, pressing the attack. As she reached the edge of the platform, she could see Kat, with her back to her, tied to a cross inside a large churning tank of milk.
She was in the largest of three circulating tanks each partially filled with milk and connected with clear glass pipes. A pump, now idle, below Kat’s vat had apparently been re-circulating milk through the system. It took only a second for Penelope to understand the situation. Without the help of the re-circulator, the milk that had been pumping through the system was quickly settling in the lowest point of the system, flooding in around Kat.
Olga was right, Kat didn’t have long to live if Penelope didn’t take the Dairy Queen out quickly. Penelope looked at the Dairy Queen. She was slow to recover her breath from the hard kick. If Penelope pressed her advantage, she could take her completely in a couple of minutes of close hand to hand. Regrettably, Kat didn’t have a few minutes.
Penelope took the pitchfork, with the whip still tangled in the tongs, and heaved into the dirt floor of the barn. The tip struck hard into the dirt and pinned the whip well out of the Dairy Queen’s reach.
With a quick glance back to make sure that the Dairy Queen wasn’t going to launch an ambush, Penelope leaped out at the glass structure. Only Kat’s outstretched hands were visible within the flooding chamber, still bound to the X-cross.
Penelope landed on the pipe that was draining milk into Kat’s chamber of the deathtrap. She had expected the pipe to shatter under the impact. Instead she landed hard against it and tumbled to the dirt floor.
Penelope lay on her back and looked at the tower of pipes, whatever they were made of, they weren’t going to be easy to shatter. Kat’s hands had now disappeared into the white foam as the last of the air leaked out of her chamber. Penelope glanced up at Olga who was holding her side and laying on the edge of the loft. I must have broken a couple of her ribs, Penelope thought.
“Not so easy is it, Danger Babe.”
Penelope ignored her. She wasn’t going to be drawn into a conflict so readily. She was going to get Kat out, even if that meant losing the Dairy Queen. Penelope got up and launched a kick at the side of the tank. Surprised that she was still wearing the high-heeled pumps, Penelope felt the brass tip of the heel strike the tank. It barely made a scratch. With all the fluid pressing back against the wall, the impact felt like she was kicking a rock.
Glancing back up at the loft, Penelope’s mind raced. With Kat struggling in her bondage, head underwater, Penny knew she would quickly drown if she didn’t find a way to let the milk out. Olga had disappeared, but that hardly mattered. Penelope couldn’t do anything about that… at least not right away.
Penelope glanced around the floor of the barn. It had been stripped clear of loose debris. The only things remaining were the pitchfork and the whip still stuck in the dirt. Penelope grabbed the tool and yanked it from the dirt. In a single move, she slipped the whip clear of the end. With a snap of her wrist, she cleared the tangle that had formed that had formed at its end. While she adjusted her grip, Penelope focused on the structure of the tower. It was mostly self-supporting and rose up into the rafters. Taking aim at the highest reaches of the pipes, Penelope let the whip fly. The metal tong shot up, easily clearing the upper reaches and then spinning around one of the pipes, the metal tips digging in to clear plastic.
Kicking off her shoes, Penelope dug her feet into the dirt as far from the milk homogenizer as she could. She pulled hard on the end of the whip, never letting up on the tension that kept it attached to the pipe. At first little happened, the tower barely twitching under her pull, but eventually she was able to start rocking it back and forth, the top swaying a few inches in either direction. Within a few seconds the arc had grown enough to cause the base to start to crumple under the shifting weight. Penelope kept it up until at last the whole tower collapsed toward her.
The smaller tanks broke free of their connectors and rolled clear of the system, loose milk spilling out and coating the floor, immediately soaking in to the dust and creating a gray, muddy paste. The chamber containing Penelope’s crucified friend landed on its side, but didn’t break. Milk was glugged out of the broken attachments.
Penelope was near to panic. The milk was draining, but not nearly fast enough to clear the huge volume of liquid needed to save Kat. Penelope looked at the tank. A thin black gasket sealed the tank two-thirds the way up its length. Grabbing the pitchfork, Penelope slammed the tongs into the rubber. It wasn’t much of a target, but it was all she needed. Each time one of the tongs lodged in rubber, Penelope pulled and twisted the handle. After three or four strikes enough gasket had been worked out that a trickle of milk was dribbling from the seam. With a few more hits the gasket ripped and Penelope grabbed one of the loose ends and began tugging the rubber from its seat. The gasket finally gave in completely and unzipped easily with the pressure of liquid behind it. Hot milk and clumps of buttery sludge glugged out of the wound and the upper half of the tank fell away.
Penelope waded into mud and pulled the end of the cross out of the tank. Kat was hanging limp from her bondage. Praying she wasn’t too late, Penelope slapped Kat in the face. Penelope tilted Kat’s head back and gave a puff of air into the girl’s lungs. Kat’s lips felt cold and dead against her own. Penelope tried to find a pulse but there wasn’t anything. She gave another puff of air into her lungs and started doing chest compressions. The first push against the sternum gave a sickening flood of milk from Kat’s mouth. Penelope kept going, she wasn’t going to give up so easily, even though she had the terrible sensation that Dairy Queen had succeeded in both escape and murder. After a few cycles of compression and breaths Kat stopped ejecting milk, but her lips still felt cold and dead. Penelope wanted to cut the ropes that were holding Kat to the makeshift cross, but she knew that would have to wait.
It seemed like an eternity Penelope worked on the lifeless body before she felt the first flutter of life. It started with a few twitches of Kat’s face, but within a few seconds grew to a violent fit of coughing and retching. Penelope stopped trying to resuscitate her. Instead she pulled the whip back towards her and used the sharp talons at the end to slice through the ropes that held Kat’s arms out and away from her body.
Kat rolled to her side and continued to retch the milk she had ingested in her final minutes of drowning while Penelope sliced the remaining ropes from her body.
“Are you going to be okay?” Penelope leaned over the gasping and hacking woman.
“Don’t let her get away…” was all that Kat managed to cough in between fits.
Penelope was momentarily torn, getting the Dairy Queen was important, but so was making sure Kat would be all right. She continued to hold her shoulder and supported her until the coughing started to subside and could hear Kat’s lungs starting to clear the fluid.
Kat sat up and looked at her, “Go, I’ll be fine, but don’t let her get away…” she wiped her arm across her face. “She probably went to call whoever is supposed to get the bull and have more people sent out here to take care of us before we get too far. Take her down and get the bull back.” Kat pushed Penelope away. “Really, I’ll be okay, but if you don’t stop her now this will go on forever. Go.”
Reluctantly Penelope got to her feet, Kat was right. The Dairy Queen was too dangerous to leave loose while they were stuck on this remote farm. With or without her milkmaids she could call in other CrimeNet resources.
The last kick Penelope had given Olga had been a good one, Penelope had felt the solid contact. Olga wouldn’t be moving too quickly after a hit like that. She wasn’t in the rafters any longer so Penelope started looking around the out buildings. After her and Kat’s experiences at S&M Ice Cream, Penelope was very wary of booby traps as she explored around the farm. She did come across some punji-stakes and a net trap that she spotted before she could be ensnared.
Olga finally turned up when Penelope reached the main house. She was sitting on the floor of the kitchen clutching her side and trying to get a signal on a cell phone.
“Not getting any bars Olga?” Penelope didn’t make any move to stop her, Olga was down, covered in dirt from her trip from the barn. Blood trickled from her mouth and from her labored breathing Penelope could tell she probably had a punctured lung. Penelope pulled the phone from Olga’s weak grip. “You don’t mind if I go first, do you? The reception is a lot better if you don’t hold the phone down by the cast iron sink.”
“I’m going to really enjoy killing you Miss Young-Jugs and that nice piece of Asian pussy…” Olga was panting hard. Even standing next to her, Penelope could hear the fluid rattling in her lungs.
“As soon as you get released from the prison infirmary you can feel free to try.” Penelope dialed the State Troopers. This time she talked to the watch commander, who she had met in her alter ego of Felicity Fesseler, and made sure the call hadn’t been intercepted. After she got off the phone she unsnapped the battery just to make sure there weren’t any GPS features that might home in the milkmaids or bring other CrimeNet figures to their location.
She dragged Olga to her feet, scooping up the large purse that had been lying open on the kitchen table. It rustled with the clang of metal on metal, “A few more of your toys, Olga?” Without a hint of sympathy Penelope forced the injured woman back out to the barn. Kat was sitting up and aside from the occasional cough was looking pretty good for someone who had spent the last few days in dire peril and sexual torture.
“The real staties will be out here in about forty-five minutes. Let’s make sure she doesn’t get loose again.” Penelope pulled a set of irons from the bag. They were basically four cuffs attached to a metal ring. Despite Olga’s injuries, Penelope didn’t have the slightest guilt in chaining her in a hogtie. The rest of the bag’s contents were what Penelope expected a good sadist to have in her purse, nipple clamps, bit gags, a studded metal dildo and an assortment of toys that shined of chrome and sharp edges but with no clear purpose. Penelope shuddered to think what they might have been used for had she not landed that one final kick. “You had better get to a hospital yourself, you came really close to drowning and all that milk in your lungs can’t be good.”
Kat started to say something to Penelope, but before she could form the words in her head, she grabbed the collar of Penelope’s blouse and pulled her in for a deep, hard kiss. Penelope relaxed her mouth allowing Kat’s tongue to stroke her lips, probe her mouth. Penelope kissed back, the tip of her tongue meeting Kat’s, dancing together. Penelope felt Kat’s arms slip around her waist and pull her in for an embrace. Penelope had been without a lover for a long time and wanted nothing more than to make love with the pretty agent right there and then. She slipped her arms around Kat’s body and started to pull her in close.
Suddenly Kat pulled back.
“You had better go…” She brushed the hair from Penelope’s face. “The state troopers are going to be showing up soon, and you’re still wanted for murder…”
“Go get the Bovinar Calf and whoever put the Dairy Queen up to stealing it…”
Penelope leaned in and gave Kat another kiss, trying hard not to linger too long.
“I will…” She fought the urge to stay with these beautiful almond eyes, knowing she had to leave.
Before she left, Penelope went to the water tower she had used to attack the barn and found that she could release some of the water to shower off. Despite her motorcycle accident and the hand-to-hand combat, her plaid micro-mini outfit had survived. Not that she had much choice in the matter, but Penelope rinsed the dirt from the outfit, along with the rest of her body. She was still hoping she might be able to get a hold of the Bovinar Calf before it permanently disappeared into the murk of the Buzzsaw underworld.
Reluctantly Penelope went to her bike and started off towards Buzzsaw. The motion of the bike sent the wind through her damp hair and soggy clothing. The chill hardened her nipples and the bike rumbled between her legs. Kat was safe, the Dairy Queen was going to jail, and Danger Babe was driving straight into the mouth of hell… What more could a girl want?
By S. Sneakly
Copyright 1996 by author
Re: Danger Babe: The Perils of Penelope Young-Jugs
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*Chapter Nine*
The Three Balls of Harry Palms
The Depot District was literally the wrong side of town. After years of corruption and mismanagement most of the industries near the old rail depot had been run into the ground or had fled to other states. All that remained were a lot of abandoned buildings, pawn shops and strip joints. It represented the worst of Buzzsaw’s underbelly.
Cruising along, feeling the fresh air bathing her, Penelope evaluated what she knew. Olga was not the end recipient of the Bovinar Calf. She also knew that the women had been somewhere in the Depot District on or around the day of the robbery. The clue that led her here was because after escaping the Dairy Queen’s Tidal Trap, Penelope had found the boxes from the ‘Won Dum Fuk’ restaurant. Penny had the address of the restaurant, so that would be a logical place to start her investigation.
Unfortunately, just barging in to seedy hang-outs was not a very subtle way of getting what she wanted. Penny decided to just cruise the neighborhood near the restaurant and see if anything stood out as unduly suspicious.
The only thing that turned out to be suspicious about the neighborhood was that there was anything in it at all. As Penelope rounded the corner, she saw nothing but a long straightaway sporadically peppered with stripped car wrecks and overturned garbage pails and dumpsters. At first she thought she must have misread the address of the restaurant, but half a block farther on, there it was, the Won Dum Fuk Asian Emporium, a little hole in the wall place wedged between two collapsing warehouses.
Penny immediately thought that the name was probably the most apt she had ever seen, because only One Dumb Fuck would open a restaurant in such a shitty location. She cruised farther down the strip hoping that she might find something more promising in the neighborhood. Less than a hundred feet down the road was another business. It was a very shaggy looking brownstone storefront, painted across the grimy window was “The Three Balls Pawnshop, Harold Palms, Proprietor.” Hanging in the door was a sign that read “OPEN.” A dim light coming from within gave this claim some credibility.
An unescorted miniskirted blond might be perceived as a tad bit strange antiquing in this part of town. Reconsidering the logic of barging into a seedy hang-out, Penny decided that she would do better asking for directions in the little take out joint. She pulled her cycle into an alley down the street. While she parked her bike discreetly, she wracked her mind trying to remember what she could about Harold Palms. Unfortunately, the power supply on her laptop had run down playing video loops on top of the S&M Ice Cream Factory. That meant she wouldn’t be able to access her Crime Net database back in her speakeasy lair. She knew the name, but not much beyond that. He was also known as ‘Two Fist,’ where he got that handle escaped her. She remembered he was a fence, and was a loose affiliate of the Crime Net. Outside of that it was a blank.
Penelope straightened the short skirt, smoothed her blouse and headed towards the eatery. As she entered the white linoleum lined store a small bell jingled her arrival. Seated behind the counter was a petite young Asian woman. She was dressed in a tight blue silk dress with a high collar and gold piping. Penelope thought the girl was probably Filipino, but wasn’t sure. Her hair was done up in an elaborate bun, seemingly held in place with four black chopsticks. She had flawlessly impassive face, large cold eyes, a small pug nose and tiny crimson painted mouth. A small name tag clipped to her dress declared “Hi! I’m Qir Fuk!” with a little smiley faced flower on the side. Getting close to the counter Penelope got a better view of the little lady, she was in the best tradition of petite Asian hookers; all boobs and butt. The dress seemed shorter and tighter close up and seemed straining to conceal the generously athletic rump and the similarly proportioned breasts.
Seeing a customer entering immediately perked her up as if another drunken sailor had offered the honor of his company.
“What me get you?” she said in a failed attempt at civility.
“Ah, yes, um, two egg rolls and a large coke,” Penny replied, somewhat taken aback by her bleak tone. Even by the standards of this neighborhood this was harsh.
“That be $6.49 U.S.” she replied without blinking. Penny was sure she made the number up.
Penny put seven dollars on the counter. The little woman grabbed the money hopped off her stool and went back towards what was likely the kitchen. She instantly returned with to small greasy bags. She slung them on the counter like a couple of dead cod. Next she went to the soda fountain grabbed a medium cup, filled it three quarters full, plopped a lid on top and slid it across the counter.
“I’m looking for a club called The Sleazy Beaver. Do you know where it is?” Penny had passed the strip joint as she road through town. She figured this was a believable excuse for being there.
“You go down street, turn left, go straight two miles.” Qir explained with her characteristic enthusiasm. She was lying, it would put Penelope in the middle of the Bay.
“Thanks,” Penny lied back. “I saw a pawnshop across the way. Do you know if they carry portable stereos?”
“No, they big rip off.”
“Well thanks a lot.” Penelope waited awkwardly for her change. Sensing that it wasn’t coming, she said good-bye and left. On her way down the street Penny discarded the two greasy eggrolls. Once safely down the street, Penelope found a discrete vantage point behind an empty dumpster. She could see both shops clearly.
She sat back, sucked on her soda and waited. It didn’t take long. After a couple of minutes Qir Fuk left her shop and hurried across the road and into The Three Balls. Penny waited to see how long Qir Fuk would take before she’d leave. After finishing her soda and waiting another twenty minutes, Penelope decided that it was time to move since it didn’t look like Qir was coming back.
Collecting what was left of her tools from her bike, Penny set off down the alley behind The Three Balls. It was typical of the area, filled with assorted dumpsters and boxes with a lane cleared for a single auto. The auto for which it had been cleared was an old hearse with fading paint and a cluttered interior shaded by a set of makeshift tartan plaid curtains; the same pattern that Penelope’s skirt had been made from.
This new discovery made Penny very uneasy. Although it strengthened the link between the Dairy Queen and the miserable looking pawnshop, she didn’t understand how. Again she went over in her head what she knew about Harry Palms a.k.a., Two Fist. He was a fence, but most fences wouldn’t allow themselves such close association with a source. They’d let the thief take all the risks, and come in only after the successful heist. That meant that he probably had either a very demanding client or perhaps he would be the end recipient of the Bovinar Calf.
She also remembered that Two Fist had gotten his start in Asia, running drugs into Europe. That might help explain where Qir Fuk fits into the picture. She and her little restaurant were probably just gatekeepers for the pawnshop. If anyone approached, Two Fist would get an early warning. Sadly that meant they already knew that Penelope was on to them. If she didn’t act immediately they and the Bovinar calf were history.
Penelope surveyed the outside of the building. Heavy wrought iron bars were bolted into the stone window sills up the sides of the entire building. The windows out front were clear but visible for blocks. The edge of the roof was rimmed with double coils of razor wire.
She went back to her bike and pulled out two lengths of climbing rope, an adjustable torque wrench, a towel, her rucksack and a nylon harness. She donned the climbing harness, and stowed her tools in the rucksack. After searching the surrounding dumpsters Penny found what she needed, a three foot piece of metal pipe. She tied the pipe and her pack to one end of her rope and the rest of it she coiled to her harness.
She took off her the come-fuck-me-pumps, stashing them in the bag. After briefly testing the decorative brickwork of the old brownstone, she slowly started her upward climb. The masonry crumbled somewhat under her body as pressed her way up the wall, digging fingers and toes into the gaps of broken mortar.
Without the benefit of a safety line or spotter it took Penny fifteen minutes to reach her goal of the fourth floor window. Once there she secured the end of her climbing rope to one of the bars and snapped it through her climbing harness. Now having a solid support, she repelled down to the window below and hauled up her pack of tools.
From a side pocket of the rucksack she retrieved a squirt bottle containing a solvent concentrate that would melt the years of black paint from the nuts that held the bars in place. After squirting the bolts, Penelope surveyed the deserted alley below. If any one came along, she would have no place to hide, no place to run. ‘Shit,’ she thought, ‘this would be a lot easier if I had some back-up.’
Penny chipped away silently at the grime and paint on the bolt with her pocket knife. After clearing most of the gunk off she fetched the wrench from her bag. She secure the wrenches jaws onto the exposed nut, tying the towel over that and then slid the metal pipe over the handle. Using the pipe as a leaver she swung out from the building, pulling down hard on the old nut. Slowly the nut squeaked and gave way, loosening slowly. It was in this laborious way Penny removed the three of nuts from the window and loosened the last one considerably.
Penelope lifted the grate out from the window, and let it swing down on the remaining bolt. She inspected the window frame and found that it was, as she had hoped, free of alarms. Using a small metal shiv from her bag she unlatched the window. With some effort she was eventually able to slide it open and slip in.
She found herself inside a small sewing room. There was an old treadle sewing machine, Leaning in the corner were several bolts of cloth, Penny noted that three of them were of the same plaid design as her skirt. Stacked on a shelf next to the sewing machine were stacks of finished and partially completed skirts.
Thinking about the implications of this, Penny wondered why an affiliate of Crime Net might be involved in making clothes? She had seen things like that being used as front businesses, but this didn’t seem the case.
Probing her memory she remembered that Tartan Plaids were traditionally associated with Scottish families, much like coats of arms in other parts of Europe. That would explain why Harry Palms was using so much fabric of the same pattern, it must be the signature for his gang. That made a lot of sense, but didn’t explain why he had sent his own gang members to work at S&M Ice Cream (ice cream you can’t beat).
While she pondered this, Penelope replaced the metal grate on the window. She left off the nuts (lest she need a hasty exit). Soon she ventured out to explore the rest of the building. It was cluttered with all sorts of junk from a long history of pawn broking (or fencing). Gramophones, candelabras, ugly lamps, furniture and a whole room dedicated to safes. There were floor safes, wall safes, lock boxes and strong boxes. Most had been opened, some showed scorches and cuts from failed attempts.
When she made it to the second floor, she found a locked door to what was probably a large room. Kneeling down to examine the lock, Penny thought this was her best lead yet. The rest of the building's interior was totally devoid of any sort of security equipment, no locks, cameras, light beams, or sensors. The lock in front of her was fairly sophisticated, it was an angular pin tumbler lock by Schtick-&-Jahm. She took out her tools, a modified diamond pick and small tension wrench.
Just as she was starting to make some progress on the lock when she heard someone coming up the stairs behind her. She lept to her feet just as Qir Fuk reached the other end of the hall. Penny was cornered, the door was still locked and she had no place to run.
“HEY!! YOU NO DEAD!!” Qir shouted with surprise. “YOU NO EAT MY FOOD!!” Penny’s mind flashed back to the two disgusting eggrolls she couldn’t bring herself to eat.
“You ought to learn to cook!!” Penny assumed a fighting stance. She sized up her opponent, she was still dressed in the tight bar girl dress
from the restaurant, except that she had added sash made from the same tartan fabric. Hanging from the sash was a wavy sheath. Qir immediately drew her weapon, a Malaysian dagger known as a “Kris.” It was the weapon of choice for the most ferocious of South Sea fighters, the Moros. The blade was a good eighteen inches long, curving back and forth in elegant waves that promised a quick evisceration for anyone unlucky enough to cross its path. Qir Fuk wasn’t tall but she moved with the combined grace and confidence of a seasoned fighter.
The two women regarded each other carefully, Penny was somewhat heartened that the confines of the hallway played to her advantage. As Qir moved cautiously in, Penny could see six small brass plugs in the blade of the Kris. Each one, Penny knew, stood for one life that the blade had taken. Penny waited for the petit Moro to make her move, preferring a less risky defensive tack.
She didn’t have to wait long, letting off an ear splitting cry, Qir Fuk made a slashing charge at the cornered heroine. Penelope ducked low and to the inside, deflecting the broad swing of Qir’s blade with blow to her elbow. Penelope, as Qir wheeled around, let off with a powerful kick to her stomach. Her knee made solid contact with the little Asian and sent her reeling into the wall.
With lightning quickness, Qir was back on her feet charging at Penelope. Penny, for her part realized the last three days of crime fighting and bondage had worn her down. Eventually she would make a tactical error that Qir would be able to exploit.
As if confirming her worsening situation, Penny heard a pair of heavy boots quickly descending the stairs. She let loose with a swift judo kick, knocking Qir’s sword hand into the wall. Penny immediately turned in the direction of the stair and raced toward freedom. When she reached the top of the stairs, she ran straight into a redheaded figure. With a powerful thrust she sent the form tumbling down the stairs. Penny didn’t hesitate to look at the tumbling body; she vaulted past it and continued down to the store front below.
She raced past the piles of curios and lept, shoulder first at the glass of the door. She crashed solidly against the pain of glass. There was a loud thud as her body failed to break through. She crashed to the floor, already able to hear the trampling of feet on the stairs. She pulled and pushed at the knob, desperately trying to open the door.
Qir Fuk made it to the bottom of the stairs first, closely followed by the redheaded figure. It was a short, broad shouldered man, bow legged in his plaid kilt and the thought of a fireplug bouncing down the stairs jumped into Penelope’s mind.
“Let ‘er be!! Ya South Sea harlot!!” the fireplug bellowed in a heavy Scottish baritone. “This little lassie is mine!!!”
Penny scrambled, her back to the wall. But the tiny man didn’t make any move towards her, instead, he started to massage his crotch through his kilt. In seconds the largest cock that Penelope had ever seen emerged from under his clothes. It was as thick as his bulging forearm, and perhaps half again as long. He reached his hand into a pouch hanging from the side of his kilt. When he pulled it out it was glistening with wet with what looked like grease.
Qir Fuk circled around to one side, keeping a watchful eye on her quarry. The stout little man started to rub the grease over the knobby shaft of the engorged penis. Penny could see two huge testicles swinging down below the lifted kilt, they were covered with ugly red hairs and looked like unshaved coconuts His face was mostly hidden by a long scraggly red beard. His beady blue eyes seemed to glow with a possessed intensity as he tracked his victim with the giant organ. But he still made no effort to move in on her.
“‘Ey’ you are peachy looking ‘arse if I ever did see one!!” Both hands were stroking his prick as if he were polishing a beloved hunting rifle. “Doin’ you lassy ‘ll be me pleasure!!”
Penny was just recovering from the shock of hitting the door, as she scrabbled for cover.
The Scotsman tried to track her with his waving wanker, just as the first glob of semen shot out as a jetting white glob, like a cartoon cannon swelling the shaft as it raced up the shaft and shot from the purple head. The fist sized ball of seed whizzed past Penelope’s head as she dove for cover behind a ratty red couch. The wad of cum slammed into a set of Louis the XIV cabinets, causing them to implode with a shower of splinters and gold leaf paint.
“I’ll get ye’ yet me pretty lil’ piece O’ pussy,” he was already stroking vigoriously for the next assault.
Penny peered out from behind the couch and saw that he already had recovered his tremendous erection, and was keenly looking to take his next shot. Penny figured that he couldn’t possibly cum twice in such a short space of time, ran for the back stairs. As she raced across the room towards the stairs she heard the loud sickening SSSHHHPPLLLUUUDDD as he fired off another wad of semen. Instantly she heard the crash of exploding furniture. She ran on, intent on not finding out how many times he could cum in a minute.
Reaching the stairs, she started bounding up them three at a time. She almost made it to the second floor landing when she heard another SSHHPPLLUUDD and was slammed in the back by what felt like a baseball bat. She was thrown forward and crashed down onto the few remaining steps.
As she struggled to get to her feet, her two assailants finally caught up with her. Two Fist grabbed her arm and twisted it up behind her back. Penny tried to kick him away, and might have succeeded if Qir Fuk hadn’t been so quick to press the wavy blade of the Kris hard against Penelope’s exposed throat.
“So ye’ wanted to see what I got stowed in me sanctuary, ‘eh lassy???” Penny could feel the hot breath of the Irishman on her back as he fought to keep his prize under control.
“Well then, lassie, why don’t we take a wee look???” and he half dragged Penelope towards the locked door.
By S. Sneakly
Copyright 1996 by author
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Re: Danger Babe: The Perils of Penelope Young-Jugs
I hope Two Fists mean some pink petite pretty perilous heroine will get her own Two Fisted DP!! Amazing writing!
Chpt 10: Penelope gets a little Qir
Chapter 10: Penelope gets a Little Qir
By S. Sneakly
Copyright 1996 by author
Two Fist and Qir Fuk thrust Penelope through the door and into his "Sanctuary". As Penelope surmised while trying to break into the room, it covered more than half the second floor of the decrepit old brownstone. Unlike the rest of the building, it was clean and free of the jumbled piles of old furniture and junk. It had hardwood floors, neatly finished and polished to a high gloss. Thin black mats were arranged at intervals around the room.
Opposite the door on the far side of the room was a small raised platform adorned with gold leaf, candles and a large black satin curtain. In front of the drapery was a large yellow "Y".
Two Fist with the help of Qir Fuk thrust Penelope against the yellow frame. While Penelope fought valiantly, the two worked quickly to subdue her. Qir pressed the blade of her kris to Penelope's throat,forcing her against the frame. Two Fist forced one of her wrists onto the arm of the "Y" rack and there was an immediate metallic "CLACK" as a thick metal fetter closed around them. The second wrist proved easier than the first for Two Fist, since Penny's movement was already restricted. Penny kicked blindly at the two villains just as the second clamp snapped shut around her other wrist.
Qir Fuk pressed herself against Penelope's waist as the little fire plug of a man grabbed one of the slim ankles and pressed it down to the bottom of the rack. Penelope fought furiously, but he held fast even as the sharp stiletto heel of Penelope's other shoe bashed him at his back. It was a losing battle, Penelope didn't have the reserves she needed to throw off the two attackers. There was a final clack as the last clamp shut around her ankle.
Two Fist stood up, wiped himself off and said, "‘aye, ye have quite a bit ‘oh fire in ye’ don't ye’ lassie? Well we'll snuff yer candle soon enough!!"
Penny let off an uncharacteristic stream of obscenities at her captors. "You little toad, I'm gonna rip your balls off the first chance I get! And you, you little two bit tart, are going to get a lesson in making change that won't be easily forgotten!"
With confidence born of total success, Two Fist looked the girl straight in the eye. "Yer’ not likely to get that chance lassie."
Before he had a chance to continue, Penny sent a large wad of spit splattering into his face. It splashed across his eye and down his cheek and into his scraggly red beard.
"That'll cost ye’ lassie," he sputtered as he crossed to the edge of the curtain and depressed a button. As he pressed there was the hiss of flowing air and Penelope felt her arms and legs being pulled taunt. The arms and base of the rack quickly expanded, pulling her body tight.
He wiped the saliva from his face and looked at Penelope from just outside spitting distance. "Still feelin' sassy lassie? The Dairy Queen was tellin' the truth, ye’ are fine lil' piece." His giant cock was starting to stir from underneath his kilt. "Aye, ‘ay wouldn't mind pleasuring me self with ye' right now, but there's a better way." his penis was bobbing up and down, poking its head out from beneath his kilt.
"So what did you do with the Bovinar Calf, Palms?" Penny was more than happy to put off finding out what would be worse than being fucked by his monster meat.
"Lassie ‘tis right behind ‘ye," he reached to the back of the rack. Penny heard a click and a whizzing noise. The board she was shackled to slid to horizontal, raising her feet and lowering her head. She looked back at the curtains as they parted. Just a few feet beyond her head was the famed Bovinar calf, the largest single cast gold statue of the Bronze Age. It was arranged on a small altar, illuminated by a dozen or so large candles.
"As ye may have noticed I be a collector of fine fertility fetishes and icons." He waved his hand around the room grandly. Penny noticed for the first time that the walls of the room were covered with ceremonial masks, shields and statuary. She recognized several from Asia and the Pacific Islands. They all had some sort of fertility or phallic component, either round women with plump breasts or men with outsized penises. Penny didn't see the fertility symbolism in all of them, but she assumed it was there.
"‘Ay’ collected these from all over the world, modern and primitive alike. Thirty years of building this collection, and ye’ know why, Lassy?" He bent over her. She could feel the scraggly hairs of his beard brushing her neck as he talked.
"They be the source for virility and male potency through the ages. They, and these," he held up a handful of what looked like yellow vitamin E capsules "are the source of me prodigious masculinity." He straightened. As he did so his massive member flopped its head down next to the prostrate girl. Its tip seemed to will itself against Penelope's body. She fought to move her body as far from it as she could, but the pneumatic rack had pulled her body tight and her squirming only seemed to excite it further.
"Lassie, ‘ay think that ye'll be seein' more of me masculinity than ye’ want soon enough." He quaffed the handful of vitamin E and continued. "See Lassie, This here table yer’ on is what ay ‘initiate' new members on when they join me cult. But before I ‘initiate' ‘em I usually polish me shillelagh a couple o' times to, how might ye say? To soften the blow?" The giant penis was working its way under Penelope's short skirt, rubbing itself against the side of her leg.
"Ay plan to deny me self the pleasure of company tonight so that in the morning ye can enjoy the full force of me love muscle." The engorged head of his dick lifted itself from the table, a dollop of pre-cum dribbled onto Penelope's leg and slid off her like a garden slug to beer.
"Qir!" he bellowed. "I want ye’ to make sure this here Lassy doesn't slip away during the night!" He turned from Penny and pointed to the little Asian. "This ‘ere be Qir Fuk, me loyal assistant. She'll be looking after ye tonight!"
"So's ye know not to give'r no cause, ‘ere's a little history. Ay met Qir when she were fourteen, bought ‘er for one a me brothels in Thailand. Turns out she had kinky turn o' mind. Well that were fine by me. So, ay let do the power thing with the customers. Only problem is, she got no respect fer limits. Ay'll tell ye, that were a problem after ‘avin' to get rid o' a few bodies."
"In anycase, Ay got a soft spot in me heart for real talent. When I came ‘ere to set up shop, I brought ‘er along." He turned to the tiny Asian. "Now Qir, ay don't want this filly gettin' away before mornin', so make sure she run don't off. Ay hear she can be a tricky one."
"She make me no trouble," Qir said, as she stepped up to the helpless blond. "Me make sure she go nowhere!" Qir ran her hand up Penelope's leg, brushing up the short pleated skirt exposing the black panties underneath. "She very pretty, me take very good care of her." Her hand pulled at the Penny's white blouse, untucking it. "Me stay all night, make sure stay here." Qir leaned over to kiss Penelope, but Penny turned her head away. Instead, Qir took her ear in her mouth, sucking on the lobe and running her tongue over the edge.
"Good, and remember, I want ‘er me self in the morning." Two Fist swallowed another handful of vitamin E and headed for the door. Before he left the sanctuary he turned to Penelope.
"Lassie, after an evenin' with Qir, a final dance with me will be a welcome relief." On that ominous note, he left Penelope alone with the little Asian tart.
Qir left Penelope and walk walked behind a small oriental scrim. When she stepped out her powder blue dress was gone, instead she was wearing one the plaid mini-skirts along with the trade mark white pumps of the cult. Her chest was bare except for the plaid sash from which her kris hung. Her large firm breasts stood out from her muscular chest. They were a homogeneous tan except for the dark brown areola. Qir's nipples were hard with anticipation of a long night of torture and torment. Peeking out from beneath the micro-mini skirt were brushes of pubic hair indicating Qir's naked snatch.
Her hair was still bundled up, held in place with the four black chopsticks. Penny noticed for the first time Qir Fuk's earrings, they looked like crescents but seemed to dangle from behind the lobe. On the front was a black amethyst and gold stud. The crescent looked at first glance to be silver but were actually chromed steel. Around her neck she wore a choker consisting of four strands of faux pearls.
Qir walked down to the foot of the rack. She reached under the bottom and unsnapped a catch. She pulled the apart the base of the rack and spread Penelope's legs. A one-way ratchet loudly clicked out the degrees of the split. She stopped when Penny's legs opened about thirty degrees. Instead of the previous "Y", Penny was now spread out on a giant "X" frame. Her limbs ached at the pull of the pneumatic rack.
"When me want, me can pull you apart with rack." Qir smiled down at her lovely victim. "It really strong. Me try it on girlfriend once, she make very pretty noise. But, very messy to clean up." She ran her hands up and down Penelope's naked thighs.
"You very pretty, much prettier than girlfriend." Her fingers ran up the thin black fabric of Penelope's panties. Penny pulled uselessly at her bonds as the small hands came uncomfortably close to Penelope’s shaved sex. But Qir Fuk had been schooled in the many arts of the sensuous touch, the gentle massaging of her sensitive thighs slowly relaxed Penelope. Qir was gratified to notice a damp line forming along the bottom of the black panties.
After a while Qir tired of her vantage point and moved around to Penny's side. Penny, lying helplessly with her eyes closed, lulled by the massage and tired from her struggles, didn't see Qir silently draw the sharp kris from its sheath. Penny opened her eyes just in time to see the tip of the giant dagger slide down her torso, neatly lopping off the buttons of her once white blouse.
Penelope let out a loud yelp, as she saw the blade race over her body. She fell silent almost as quickly as Qir pressed the sharp point of the blade against the soft flesh of her throat.
"You quite! Me tell you when to scream!" The dispassionate frown that Penelope had seen in the restaurant had returned to her face, but with a more sadistic edge. "Me say when you speak!" She crossed to the edge of the altar and returned with a bright yellow pad, the same color as the rack. It was smallish, flat and about the size of Qir's hand. There was a tongue projecting from the center.
She crossed over to Penelope and motioned for her to open her mouth. At first Penny refused, turning her head defiantly from her captor. But Qir was in no mood to negotiate. Penny soon felt the cold steel tip of the kris being pulled gently over her abdomen. Qir soon had the flat of the blade resting on the spread of Penelope's clit. She could feel the sharp edges of the blades pressing against her thighs, and the chill of the steel through the damp fabric of her panties.
"Open you mouth!" Qir commanded. Seeing the futility of resistance, Penelope acquiesced. Qir inserted the gag in Penelope's mouth. The gag was filled with some sort of gel. It conformed to the inside of her mouth. She realized that it was probably to prevent the girls from biting their tongues off while Two Fist "initiated" them. Penny had never been fist fucked, and she cringed inwardly at the thought of what that freak had planned. When the gag was deeply embedded in Penny's mouth, Qir continued to press down on it. Soon Penny could feel a thick ooze forming around the edge of the gag, quickly adhering it over her mouth.
Penelope tried to push the gag out with her tongue. But the quick setting glue that filled the gag and cemented it to her face had formed a perfectly, if not absolutely rigid, mouth piece. Yelling into the gag produced no external noise beyond a light "mmmph." Penny did, to her surprise, discover that she could still breathe through the gag.
"Let see you make noise now!" Qir said with a note of satisfaction. She resumed her assault on the remains of Penelope's blouse, cutting away what was left. When the rags from beneath Penny's body were pulled away, Penny could feel the greasy spot where the Two Fist's ball of seed had slammed into her back.
Now naked to the waste, gagged and totally powerless against the dangerous little minx, Penny pulled at the tight metal straps pinning her body to the torture toy.
"You very pretty." Qir ran her hand over Penelope's exposed breasts. "Very pretty, maybe too pretty." She ran her long painted nails across Penny's erect nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger.
"Maybe I make you less pretty." Penny glanced at the sharp Malay dagger, seven brass plugs shining from the blade. Each one an unfortunate victim of Qir Fuk.
Noticing Penny's eyeing of her weapon she said, "Not yet, Danger Babe, kris for later. We play one on one now." She sheathed the blade, removed the sash, wrapping it ceremonially around the knife and placed it on the floor.
She moved over to Penelope's spread legs, knelt down, bringing her face level with the damp black cloth covering her crotch. Hooking the fabric with one finger and pulling it aside, Qir exposed the pussy that the Dairy Queen had shaved just hours earlier.
"Ooohhh! Me love taste of clean white pussy." Qir sniffed the glistening wet folds of Penelope's defenseless clit. She gently moved in until Penny could feel the warm breath of Qir's breath blowing across the damp skin.
Qir ran her tongue along the length of victim's clit. Penny wrenched and twisted as Qir tasted the mix of sweat and juices. The little Asian dug her nails into Penny's thighs. Qir pushed her tongue deeper into Penelope's pussy. Her tongue rasped along the ruffled edges of labia.
Eventually, Qir's expert training in the bordellos of Asia allowed a shuddering orgasm to build and then spread along the thighs of the struggling heroine.
As Penelope pulled and lifted her body on the tight rack, Qir pushed her tongue ever deeper. She slid her arm under Penelope's arched back, forcing Penny to leave her pelvis thrust in the air. Trying to dodge further penetration by the tiny tormentor, Penny swung her hips and tried to escape with a series of futile jerks and tugs. Qir responded by closing teeth around Penelope's sex.
The bite was not very hard, but coming so close on the heals of her orgasm, Penny was startled by the severity of the pain that accompanied the revival of her orgasm. The potent mix of pain and orgasm seemed to continue on forever as Penelope roiled in her bondage. Her vision blurred as she gasped through her gag. Finally succumbing, her body grew limp.
Feeling her victim relax, Qir released her grip. She stood and smiled to herself. This blond was certainly one of the most intriguing women to pass through her possession in a long while. She moved up to Penny's head and pulled the gag from the unconscious woman. She reached over and traced the girl’s gagged lips with her pussy dampened finger.
While Penny recovered from Qir Fuk's vicious love bite, Qir mounted the cross upon which Penny was stretched. She maneuvered her engorged pussy over Penelope's mouth. Facing down the length of Penelope's body, she had dominion over the spread form of Danger Babe. Qir ran her hands down Penelope's torso until she reached the waistband of her black panties. With a single quick tug of focused martial arts skill and speed, Qir ripped the panties from Penelope's body. She tossed the scrap of fabric on the floor.
Qir reconsidered the gag.
"You lick me, I lick you, no one get hurt!" Qir commanded. Penny initially made the wrong choice. As soon as Qir heard the first syllable from Penelope's mouth, she was quickly muffled by Qir's moist pussy lips planting a clitoral kiss on Penelope's gagged face.
"You prisoner, me no negotiate!! You eat pussy!!" Qir took Penelope's nipples as if they were the reins of wild horse. She manipulated the actions of her helpless captive by adjusting the tension she exerted on Penelope's nipples.
Qir reached down between her legs and grabbed the gag glued to her mouth. “You eat pussy!” She commanded, peeling it off roughly.
Penelope, realizing the futility of the situation, complied with the demands of the little she-devil. She ran her tongue gently down the length of Qir's pussy, paying special attention to her swollen clit. She lifted her head from the table so that she could engulf it in her mouth, gently sucking, caressing it with her tongue. As she gently sucked and tugged, Qir slowly was gently taken in by the sensation. Her hips started to gently rotate over Penelope's face.
Penny kept at it, being rewarded by the melting of Qir's torturous grip on her nipples. Qir was grinding her pussy deeper into Penelope's face. Penelope could feel a quiver of emotion sweep down the tan loins of her jailer.
Qir, completely releasing Penelope's now sore nipples, leaned forward and started to reciprocate Penelope's cunnilingus. The two women set about in a dual of tongues. Qir, well schooled in the arts of whoring, brought Penelope masterfully to spectacular levels of ecstasy, studiously balancing Penelope on the threshold of orgasm, but never letting her cross it.
Desperate to feel the release that Qir Fuk hung so tantalizingly in front of her, Penelope attacked her adversaries small patch of pink flesh, licking and sucking like a demon possessed. Feeling another rush of come wetting the walls of Qir's pussy, Penelope decided to give the nasty little villain a taste of her own technique. She stuffed as much Filipino pussy as she could into her mouth and clamped her teeth down, hard.
The effect was sudden and total. Qir's whole body seized under a hurricane of orgasms. Qir reflexively dug her lips deep and hard into the soaking pussy of the trapped heroine. Penny's body roiled beneath her petit top. Her hips bucked and surged as much as her strict bondage would allow, creating an almost continuous release of pent up sexual energy. The table shook as the two intertwined women shook under the force of their simultaneous orgasm.
Qir lay clinging to the body of her spread victim as the last orgasm ebbed from her body. Gradually regaining her senses, she became enraged at the blond heroine. The victim she had totally subjugated, had managed to snatch control, even if only for a few moments. She pulled herself from the table, straightened her skirt and looked down at the exhausted Danger Babe.
"You make big mistake!! You no cum ‘til I say you cum!!!" Qir strode over to the rack controls and pressed the gas button. Penelope immediately heard the hiss of pneumatics and felt the X-rack pull her body even more impossibly tight. The manacles at her wrists and ankles creaked under the strained as the last bit of mobility was pulled away from her body.
Qir walked over to the racked girl. As she dug her fingers deep into Penelope's open pussy, she bent down, biting hard on one of her defenseless nipples. Penny groaned loudly as the teeth of the little whore dug into her flesh and Qir's small hand violated her pussy.
When she finally released her grip on the teat, the nipple skin was marred with a line of red teeth marks and smudges of lipstick. Penelope gasped as the blood flowed back into the deprived nipple. A look of sneering satisfaction clouded Qir Fuk's pretty face.
"Me show Danger Babe new trick. Me learn this from Moro pirate queen, Soong Fuk. She teach me all tricks. She very wicked lady."
NEXT: The Climaxing Conclusion
By S. Sneakly
Copyright 1996 by author
Two Fist and Qir Fuk thrust Penelope through the door and into his "Sanctuary". As Penelope surmised while trying to break into the room, it covered more than half the second floor of the decrepit old brownstone. Unlike the rest of the building, it was clean and free of the jumbled piles of old furniture and junk. It had hardwood floors, neatly finished and polished to a high gloss. Thin black mats were arranged at intervals around the room.
Opposite the door on the far side of the room was a small raised platform adorned with gold leaf, candles and a large black satin curtain. In front of the drapery was a large yellow "Y".
Two Fist with the help of Qir Fuk thrust Penelope against the yellow frame. While Penelope fought valiantly, the two worked quickly to subdue her. Qir pressed the blade of her kris to Penelope's throat,forcing her against the frame. Two Fist forced one of her wrists onto the arm of the "Y" rack and there was an immediate metallic "CLACK" as a thick metal fetter closed around them. The second wrist proved easier than the first for Two Fist, since Penny's movement was already restricted. Penny kicked blindly at the two villains just as the second clamp snapped shut around her other wrist.
Qir Fuk pressed herself against Penelope's waist as the little fire plug of a man grabbed one of the slim ankles and pressed it down to the bottom of the rack. Penelope fought furiously, but he held fast even as the sharp stiletto heel of Penelope's other shoe bashed him at his back. It was a losing battle, Penelope didn't have the reserves she needed to throw off the two attackers. There was a final clack as the last clamp shut around her ankle.
Two Fist stood up, wiped himself off and said, "‘aye, ye have quite a bit ‘oh fire in ye’ don't ye’ lassie? Well we'll snuff yer candle soon enough!!"
Penny let off an uncharacteristic stream of obscenities at her captors. "You little toad, I'm gonna rip your balls off the first chance I get! And you, you little two bit tart, are going to get a lesson in making change that won't be easily forgotten!"
With confidence born of total success, Two Fist looked the girl straight in the eye. "Yer’ not likely to get that chance lassie."
Before he had a chance to continue, Penny sent a large wad of spit splattering into his face. It splashed across his eye and down his cheek and into his scraggly red beard.
"That'll cost ye’ lassie," he sputtered as he crossed to the edge of the curtain and depressed a button. As he pressed there was the hiss of flowing air and Penelope felt her arms and legs being pulled taunt. The arms and base of the rack quickly expanded, pulling her body tight.
He wiped the saliva from his face and looked at Penelope from just outside spitting distance. "Still feelin' sassy lassie? The Dairy Queen was tellin' the truth, ye’ are fine lil' piece." His giant cock was starting to stir from underneath his kilt. "Aye, ‘ay wouldn't mind pleasuring me self with ye' right now, but there's a better way." his penis was bobbing up and down, poking its head out from beneath his kilt.
"So what did you do with the Bovinar Calf, Palms?" Penny was more than happy to put off finding out what would be worse than being fucked by his monster meat.
"Lassie ‘tis right behind ‘ye," he reached to the back of the rack. Penny heard a click and a whizzing noise. The board she was shackled to slid to horizontal, raising her feet and lowering her head. She looked back at the curtains as they parted. Just a few feet beyond her head was the famed Bovinar calf, the largest single cast gold statue of the Bronze Age. It was arranged on a small altar, illuminated by a dozen or so large candles.
"As ye may have noticed I be a collector of fine fertility fetishes and icons." He waved his hand around the room grandly. Penny noticed for the first time that the walls of the room were covered with ceremonial masks, shields and statuary. She recognized several from Asia and the Pacific Islands. They all had some sort of fertility or phallic component, either round women with plump breasts or men with outsized penises. Penny didn't see the fertility symbolism in all of them, but she assumed it was there.
"‘Ay’ collected these from all over the world, modern and primitive alike. Thirty years of building this collection, and ye’ know why, Lassy?" He bent over her. She could feel the scraggly hairs of his beard brushing her neck as he talked.
"They be the source for virility and male potency through the ages. They, and these," he held up a handful of what looked like yellow vitamin E capsules "are the source of me prodigious masculinity." He straightened. As he did so his massive member flopped its head down next to the prostrate girl. Its tip seemed to will itself against Penelope's body. She fought to move her body as far from it as she could, but the pneumatic rack had pulled her body tight and her squirming only seemed to excite it further.
"Lassie, ‘ay think that ye'll be seein' more of me masculinity than ye’ want soon enough." He quaffed the handful of vitamin E and continued. "See Lassie, This here table yer’ on is what ay ‘initiate' new members on when they join me cult. But before I ‘initiate' ‘em I usually polish me shillelagh a couple o' times to, how might ye say? To soften the blow?" The giant penis was working its way under Penelope's short skirt, rubbing itself against the side of her leg.
"Ay plan to deny me self the pleasure of company tonight so that in the morning ye can enjoy the full force of me love muscle." The engorged head of his dick lifted itself from the table, a dollop of pre-cum dribbled onto Penelope's leg and slid off her like a garden slug to beer.
"Qir!" he bellowed. "I want ye’ to make sure this here Lassy doesn't slip away during the night!" He turned from Penny and pointed to the little Asian. "This ‘ere be Qir Fuk, me loyal assistant. She'll be looking after ye tonight!"
"So's ye know not to give'r no cause, ‘ere's a little history. Ay met Qir when she were fourteen, bought ‘er for one a me brothels in Thailand. Turns out she had kinky turn o' mind. Well that were fine by me. So, ay let do the power thing with the customers. Only problem is, she got no respect fer limits. Ay'll tell ye, that were a problem after ‘avin' to get rid o' a few bodies."
"In anycase, Ay got a soft spot in me heart for real talent. When I came ‘ere to set up shop, I brought ‘er along." He turned to the tiny Asian. "Now Qir, ay don't want this filly gettin' away before mornin', so make sure she run don't off. Ay hear she can be a tricky one."
"She make me no trouble," Qir said, as she stepped up to the helpless blond. "Me make sure she go nowhere!" Qir ran her hand up Penelope's leg, brushing up the short pleated skirt exposing the black panties underneath. "She very pretty, me take very good care of her." Her hand pulled at the Penny's white blouse, untucking it. "Me stay all night, make sure stay here." Qir leaned over to kiss Penelope, but Penny turned her head away. Instead, Qir took her ear in her mouth, sucking on the lobe and running her tongue over the edge.
"Good, and remember, I want ‘er me self in the morning." Two Fist swallowed another handful of vitamin E and headed for the door. Before he left the sanctuary he turned to Penelope.
"Lassie, after an evenin' with Qir, a final dance with me will be a welcome relief." On that ominous note, he left Penelope alone with the little Asian tart.
Qir left Penelope and walk walked behind a small oriental scrim. When she stepped out her powder blue dress was gone, instead she was wearing one the plaid mini-skirts along with the trade mark white pumps of the cult. Her chest was bare except for the plaid sash from which her kris hung. Her large firm breasts stood out from her muscular chest. They were a homogeneous tan except for the dark brown areola. Qir's nipples were hard with anticipation of a long night of torture and torment. Peeking out from beneath the micro-mini skirt were brushes of pubic hair indicating Qir's naked snatch.
Her hair was still bundled up, held in place with the four black chopsticks. Penny noticed for the first time Qir Fuk's earrings, they looked like crescents but seemed to dangle from behind the lobe. On the front was a black amethyst and gold stud. The crescent looked at first glance to be silver but were actually chromed steel. Around her neck she wore a choker consisting of four strands of faux pearls.
Qir walked down to the foot of the rack. She reached under the bottom and unsnapped a catch. She pulled the apart the base of the rack and spread Penelope's legs. A one-way ratchet loudly clicked out the degrees of the split. She stopped when Penny's legs opened about thirty degrees. Instead of the previous "Y", Penny was now spread out on a giant "X" frame. Her limbs ached at the pull of the pneumatic rack.
"When me want, me can pull you apart with rack." Qir smiled down at her lovely victim. "It really strong. Me try it on girlfriend once, she make very pretty noise. But, very messy to clean up." She ran her hands up and down Penelope's naked thighs.
"You very pretty, much prettier than girlfriend." Her fingers ran up the thin black fabric of Penelope's panties. Penny pulled uselessly at her bonds as the small hands came uncomfortably close to Penelope’s shaved sex. But Qir Fuk had been schooled in the many arts of the sensuous touch, the gentle massaging of her sensitive thighs slowly relaxed Penelope. Qir was gratified to notice a damp line forming along the bottom of the black panties.
After a while Qir tired of her vantage point and moved around to Penny's side. Penny, lying helplessly with her eyes closed, lulled by the massage and tired from her struggles, didn't see Qir silently draw the sharp kris from its sheath. Penny opened her eyes just in time to see the tip of the giant dagger slide down her torso, neatly lopping off the buttons of her once white blouse.
Penelope let out a loud yelp, as she saw the blade race over her body. She fell silent almost as quickly as Qir pressed the sharp point of the blade against the soft flesh of her throat.
"You quite! Me tell you when to scream!" The dispassionate frown that Penelope had seen in the restaurant had returned to her face, but with a more sadistic edge. "Me say when you speak!" She crossed to the edge of the altar and returned with a bright yellow pad, the same color as the rack. It was smallish, flat and about the size of Qir's hand. There was a tongue projecting from the center.
She crossed over to Penelope and motioned for her to open her mouth. At first Penny refused, turning her head defiantly from her captor. But Qir was in no mood to negotiate. Penny soon felt the cold steel tip of the kris being pulled gently over her abdomen. Qir soon had the flat of the blade resting on the spread of Penelope's clit. She could feel the sharp edges of the blades pressing against her thighs, and the chill of the steel through the damp fabric of her panties.
"Open you mouth!" Qir commanded. Seeing the futility of resistance, Penelope acquiesced. Qir inserted the gag in Penelope's mouth. The gag was filled with some sort of gel. It conformed to the inside of her mouth. She realized that it was probably to prevent the girls from biting their tongues off while Two Fist "initiated" them. Penny had never been fist fucked, and she cringed inwardly at the thought of what that freak had planned. When the gag was deeply embedded in Penny's mouth, Qir continued to press down on it. Soon Penny could feel a thick ooze forming around the edge of the gag, quickly adhering it over her mouth.
Penelope tried to push the gag out with her tongue. But the quick setting glue that filled the gag and cemented it to her face had formed a perfectly, if not absolutely rigid, mouth piece. Yelling into the gag produced no external noise beyond a light "mmmph." Penny did, to her surprise, discover that she could still breathe through the gag.
"Let see you make noise now!" Qir said with a note of satisfaction. She resumed her assault on the remains of Penelope's blouse, cutting away what was left. When the rags from beneath Penny's body were pulled away, Penny could feel the greasy spot where the Two Fist's ball of seed had slammed into her back.
Now naked to the waste, gagged and totally powerless against the dangerous little minx, Penny pulled at the tight metal straps pinning her body to the torture toy.
"You very pretty." Qir ran her hand over Penelope's exposed breasts. "Very pretty, maybe too pretty." She ran her long painted nails across Penny's erect nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger.
"Maybe I make you less pretty." Penny glanced at the sharp Malay dagger, seven brass plugs shining from the blade. Each one an unfortunate victim of Qir Fuk.
Noticing Penny's eyeing of her weapon she said, "Not yet, Danger Babe, kris for later. We play one on one now." She sheathed the blade, removed the sash, wrapping it ceremonially around the knife and placed it on the floor.
She moved over to Penelope's spread legs, knelt down, bringing her face level with the damp black cloth covering her crotch. Hooking the fabric with one finger and pulling it aside, Qir exposed the pussy that the Dairy Queen had shaved just hours earlier.
"Ooohhh! Me love taste of clean white pussy." Qir sniffed the glistening wet folds of Penelope's defenseless clit. She gently moved in until Penny could feel the warm breath of Qir's breath blowing across the damp skin.
Qir ran her tongue along the length of victim's clit. Penny wrenched and twisted as Qir tasted the mix of sweat and juices. The little Asian dug her nails into Penny's thighs. Qir pushed her tongue deeper into Penelope's pussy. Her tongue rasped along the ruffled edges of labia.
Eventually, Qir's expert training in the bordellos of Asia allowed a shuddering orgasm to build and then spread along the thighs of the struggling heroine.
As Penelope pulled and lifted her body on the tight rack, Qir pushed her tongue ever deeper. She slid her arm under Penelope's arched back, forcing Penny to leave her pelvis thrust in the air. Trying to dodge further penetration by the tiny tormentor, Penny swung her hips and tried to escape with a series of futile jerks and tugs. Qir responded by closing teeth around Penelope's sex.
The bite was not very hard, but coming so close on the heals of her orgasm, Penny was startled by the severity of the pain that accompanied the revival of her orgasm. The potent mix of pain and orgasm seemed to continue on forever as Penelope roiled in her bondage. Her vision blurred as she gasped through her gag. Finally succumbing, her body grew limp.
Feeling her victim relax, Qir released her grip. She stood and smiled to herself. This blond was certainly one of the most intriguing women to pass through her possession in a long while. She moved up to Penny's head and pulled the gag from the unconscious woman. She reached over and traced the girl’s gagged lips with her pussy dampened finger.
While Penny recovered from Qir Fuk's vicious love bite, Qir mounted the cross upon which Penny was stretched. She maneuvered her engorged pussy over Penelope's mouth. Facing down the length of Penelope's body, she had dominion over the spread form of Danger Babe. Qir ran her hands down Penelope's torso until she reached the waistband of her black panties. With a single quick tug of focused martial arts skill and speed, Qir ripped the panties from Penelope's body. She tossed the scrap of fabric on the floor.
Qir reconsidered the gag.
"You lick me, I lick you, no one get hurt!" Qir commanded. Penny initially made the wrong choice. As soon as Qir heard the first syllable from Penelope's mouth, she was quickly muffled by Qir's moist pussy lips planting a clitoral kiss on Penelope's gagged face.
"You prisoner, me no negotiate!! You eat pussy!!" Qir took Penelope's nipples as if they were the reins of wild horse. She manipulated the actions of her helpless captive by adjusting the tension she exerted on Penelope's nipples.
Qir reached down between her legs and grabbed the gag glued to her mouth. “You eat pussy!” She commanded, peeling it off roughly.
Penelope, realizing the futility of the situation, complied with the demands of the little she-devil. She ran her tongue gently down the length of Qir's pussy, paying special attention to her swollen clit. She lifted her head from the table so that she could engulf it in her mouth, gently sucking, caressing it with her tongue. As she gently sucked and tugged, Qir slowly was gently taken in by the sensation. Her hips started to gently rotate over Penelope's face.
Penny kept at it, being rewarded by the melting of Qir's torturous grip on her nipples. Qir was grinding her pussy deeper into Penelope's face. Penelope could feel a quiver of emotion sweep down the tan loins of her jailer.
Qir, completely releasing Penelope's now sore nipples, leaned forward and started to reciprocate Penelope's cunnilingus. The two women set about in a dual of tongues. Qir, well schooled in the arts of whoring, brought Penelope masterfully to spectacular levels of ecstasy, studiously balancing Penelope on the threshold of orgasm, but never letting her cross it.
Desperate to feel the release that Qir Fuk hung so tantalizingly in front of her, Penelope attacked her adversaries small patch of pink flesh, licking and sucking like a demon possessed. Feeling another rush of come wetting the walls of Qir's pussy, Penelope decided to give the nasty little villain a taste of her own technique. She stuffed as much Filipino pussy as she could into her mouth and clamped her teeth down, hard.
The effect was sudden and total. Qir's whole body seized under a hurricane of orgasms. Qir reflexively dug her lips deep and hard into the soaking pussy of the trapped heroine. Penny's body roiled beneath her petit top. Her hips bucked and surged as much as her strict bondage would allow, creating an almost continuous release of pent up sexual energy. The table shook as the two intertwined women shook under the force of their simultaneous orgasm.
Qir lay clinging to the body of her spread victim as the last orgasm ebbed from her body. Gradually regaining her senses, she became enraged at the blond heroine. The victim she had totally subjugated, had managed to snatch control, even if only for a few moments. She pulled herself from the table, straightened her skirt and looked down at the exhausted Danger Babe.
"You make big mistake!! You no cum ‘til I say you cum!!!" Qir strode over to the rack controls and pressed the gas button. Penelope immediately heard the hiss of pneumatics and felt the X-rack pull her body even more impossibly tight. The manacles at her wrists and ankles creaked under the strained as the last bit of mobility was pulled away from her body.
Qir walked over to the racked girl. As she dug her fingers deep into Penelope's open pussy, she bent down, biting hard on one of her defenseless nipples. Penny groaned loudly as the teeth of the little whore dug into her flesh and Qir's small hand violated her pussy.
When she finally released her grip on the teat, the nipple skin was marred with a line of red teeth marks and smudges of lipstick. Penelope gasped as the blood flowed back into the deprived nipple. A look of sneering satisfaction clouded Qir Fuk's pretty face.
"Me show Danger Babe new trick. Me learn this from Moro pirate queen, Soong Fuk. She teach me all tricks. She very wicked lady."
NEXT: The Climaxing Conclusion
Chapter 11: The Climaxing Conclusion
The Perils of Penelope Young-Jugs
Chapter 11: The Cimaxing Conclusion
By S. Sneakly
"Me show Danger Babe new trick. Me learn this from Moro pirate queen, Soong Fuk. She teach me all tricks. She very wicked lady." Qir mounted the table and straddled Penelope's stomach. She reached into her hair and pulled out the two pairs of black chopsticks. Her hair cascaded down her back into a long, massive pony tail. Her silky black hair brushed over her backside and the ends of it was just long enough to tickle Penelope's bare clit. She placed the four pieces of black wood in the valley between Penelope's breasts.
Next, Qir reached up and pulled the clump of elastic from her hair. The ponytail unfolded into a mass of hair that seemed to flow everywhere. She dropped the loops on top of the chopsticks. Then she reached behind back to penelope's vulnerable sex, sliding her hand up and down over Penelope's slit.
"You know, me like ebony? Beautiful wood," she watched Penelope gyrate slowly under her commanding hand, "but very hard. Like me, it no forgive, it be very cruel." She leaned over and looked at Penelope. "Does Danger Babe find me cruel?"
Penelope didn't answer.
Qir picked up two of the chopsticks. She tried to bend them with her fingers. The stout wood bowed very little. She then picked up one of the elastics from Penelope's chest. She looped the band over the ends of the sticks and then again. After four loops, the band was too tight for her to manipulate it further. She repeated the same ritual with the other pair.
Looking at the bound heroine and sneering, Qir undid her earrings. The black studs came off and she reassembled them. The studs were actually threaded, screwing into a swivel at one end of the metal crescent. The result was a miniature C-clamp.
She picked up the set of chopsticks and forced open the unbound ends with two fingers. With her free hand she violently kneaded one of Penelope's breasts, trying to get the nipple as erect as possible. She pulled the nipple away from the girls body, stretching it cruelly. The pair of hard wood sticks slid on either side of the taunt skin, just below the areola.
Qir held the sticks closed while she attached the little clamp. The point of the crescent and the tip of the threaded stud fit neatly into depressions on each stick. Penelope groaned slightly as Qir tightened it on. The second of the wooden torture devices was fitted over Penelope's other nipple.
"You like my jewelry?" Qir smirked, "me have more. You want see more?" Penelope tried hard to look defiant, but the tight rack and nipple clamps left her lacking and vulnerable.
"These pearls are called ‘jong-jism.' They made from shell of rare abalone, found only off coast of Borneo." She removed the faux pearls and hung them in front of Penelope. "Polished shell has nice feel." She rubbed the string along Penelope's cheek. It reminded her of very supple skin, warm, soft and delicate.
"Nice, eh? Feel like skin, eh?" Penny nodded cautiously. "In Asia, best dildos come from jong-jism. Touch so good you come instantly!" She ran the four strands along her own breast. The nipple immediately swelled.
"But these no dildo. Still, they make you come real good. I make sure you cum while you die." The idea of murder and sex obviously had a very strong appeal to the sick little whore, Penelope thought.
Qir lay the string down across Penelope's body and set about arranging the demise of her charge. First, she put a broad leather belt around Penelope's narrow waste, tearing away the remains of the plaid skirt. It was jet black and had several "D" rings attached. She then set up a pair of vertical posts that fit into holes in the floor about half way down Penelope's prostrate form. At the top of posts, a good four feet above the intended victim were a set of deep notches, they reminded Penelope of an arrow.
Qir was pulling a step ladder up to the two standards when Penelope finally had to find out what the hell the little minx had in mind.
"You see!" Qir cheerfully answered. She continued to assemble the elaborate balance teetering over Penny's slender figure. On one end of the balance was a sort clip and a thick black weight. the other end resembled a large clear scoop, similar to what one might see in a grocer. The scoop was suspended below a small black hole in the ceiling.
Qir returned to the defenseless heroine. Smiling a saccharin smile born of true evil, she started to incorporate the four strands of jong-jism pearls into a crotch trap.
Two strands of pearls ran deep through the folds of Penelope's pussy and two ran along the outside. They were all anchored on a D-ring on the back of her black leather belt. The two strands snugged in her snatch were attached to elastic cords that fed through the C-clamps on her nipples and up to the clip end of the balance beam. The second pair were attached to similar cords except that they fed back through loops in the belt to the scoop end of the balance. Every time the balance shifted, the jong-jism pearls would shift inside Penelope's sex, the inside pair stroking in one direction while the outer pair would go in the other.
Admiring her engineering savvy, Qir picked up her double bladed kris. She climbed up on the rack that stretched Penelope's body. She looked at the heroine laying at her feet. "You like my knife? Very sharp... Given to me by mother." She ran the palm of her hand over the sharp blade, following the contours of the edge. "Seven souls have bonded me with this blade. You number eight!" She clipped the dagger onto the end of the balance.
"But Two Fist said that he wanted me in the morning!" Penelope didn't want to meet her fate at the end of Two Fist's dick, but she didn't want to meet it at the end of Qir Fuk's dagger either. "He said you were only supposed to watch me!"
"He say I can have fun with Danger Babe. I am. And he say I no respect limits. That unfortunate for you, Danger Babe!" She hopped back to the floor. "Besides, your aunt give me million reasons not to wait for Harry Palms." She walked to the wall and turned a nob next to the rack controls.
A metal bearing plunked from the hole in the ceiling into the scoop at the end of the balance. The tip of the blade teetered dangerously, pulling at the cord threaded through the wooden nipple clamps and rubbing Penelope's clit with the jong-jism pearls. The clamps tugged gently at Penelope's tits and the diabolical pearls stroked her femininity. Penny tried to block the arousing sensations from her mind.
"You want clamps tighter?" Qir's hand slipped her hand under her short skirt as she watched another ball bounce into the scoop.
"No!" Gasped Penelope as the sexual stimulation continued.
"Ah! Danger Babe no understand! You see when ball drop into scoop, it add weight! As weight get heavy, nipple clips pull slowly off! When clips come completely off, scoop drops and dumps steel bearings, then dagger kill Danger Babe!!!" She ran her hand over Penelope's now sweaty body. Her fingers slid beneath her the rows of jong-jism pearls and penetrated the moist pussy of her victim. Penny writhed as she was stroked to orgasm.
"Me sorry you must die, you would make very good pet." She slid her hand free and headed for the door. "I think about you tonight!!! Bye-bye Danger Babe!!!"
Penelope was left alone, strapped spread eagle to the painfully tight X-rack, metal bearings dropping in slow rhythm into the balance bucket. Methodically they pulled her titties tighter and higher. The strands of jong-jism pearls were stroking her towards orgasm with every motion of the volatile balance.
She tried to work at freeing her hands from the thick metal clamps. They were heavily built with no external features that she could see or feel. Although they were padded, they afforded Penny no opportunities to slip her hands out. The pads were stiff and not very forgiving. She tried to see if her feet might prove easier, but, as she expected they too were pinned firmly in the grip of the rack.
The past couple of days of non-stop action had stripped Penny of both strength and resolve. Her mind was no longer as sharp and clear as it had been. In her experience, training, a sharp mind and good luck had saved her from many dangers. But finally it seemed that all of that had fled to parts unknown. She lay stretched beneath the deadly sword, waiting for her bloody fate to plunge down from above.
With each metal bearing the four strands of pearls stroked her sex with a devilish synchronicity. The combination of bondage, stimulation and the lack of any apparent escape route was bizarrely erotic. Although, she had seen troubles before, like under the pier or in the Dairy Queen's cake room, she had always had something to draw her focus. She could fight the effect of distracting devices and traps with her Zen like focus on picking a lock or slipping a rope. Here she had none of that. The bonds holding her had cruel simplicity on their side.
Her body shivered as the accumulating weight of metal pulled harder on her tits and forced the sensual surfaces of the Jong-jism pearls deeper into her twat. Orgasm seemed to follow orgasm. The expert torment that Qir had devised for Penelope was diabolically effective.
Penelope could not move her eyes from the tip of the giant dagger that bobbed up and down just a few feet from her tortured breasts. Occasionally she chanced glances at the progression of the nipple clamps as they moved imperceptibly across her areola towards the knobby ends of her nipples.
In the first half hour of her predicament, the methodical tugs, barely moved the pieces of ridged wood across her areola. But as the weight grew heavier and the clamped flesh slid by, Penelope saw with growing dismay that her luck was running out. In addition the clips were becoming more painful as they move over the progressively more sensitive flesh of her breasts.
She tried to return her focus to the shackles on her wrists. Penelope had been trying for most of her imprisonment to quietly work her hands free. She had learned several methods of doing this while touring the world as an escape artist. But, try as she did, none of the strategies seemed to work. The clamps at first didn't seem insurmountably tight but they were proving beyond her best efforts.
Her body drained and aching from the endless bondage and constant quaking orgasms, Penelope closed eyes and waited for the final release. She could feel the two sets of chopstick clamps working their way up on to the last vestiges of her tightly stretched nipples. The jong-jism pearls were buried deep within her folds, their now minuscule motions were creating a sweet caress in her sex. She could hear nothing beyond the clack of the metal balls being joined by another of their brethren. Lost and given up she waited.
She heard a loud clack, just like all the others, but that clack seemed to have the unmistakable clarity of The Last One. A clip, tugging at the last bit of her left nipple pulled free, followed instantly by the one on the right. She could hear the bucket swing towards the floor. The blood rushing back into the newly freed nipples would have created a searing sensation, had she not been so oblivious to her surroundings. The events seemed to be happening to someone else and she was just a spectator. She heard the scoop full of bearings crash against the wood floor. The spilling of the marbles made a clatter that reminded Penelope briefly of a hail storm she once weathered in a tin roofed shack. She pulled her muscles tight as she anticipated the cut of the falling dagger.
She held her breath expecting the plunging blade. The brief second seemed to drag on endlessly. She waited. The knife failed to fall. After a moment she opened her eyes and saw the hilt of the wavy balded kris pressed to ceiling. She looked down her length and saw the scoop end of the balance disappear between her legs. Spread out across the room were the dozens of steel bearings, some just rolling to a stop.
"SHIT!!" came a voice from below her feet. She saw a head of jet black hair slowly rise from between her legs. At first she thought it must have been Qir Fuk, but the clear British diction couldn't have come from Qir's barroom voice.
The fog cleared from Penny's head and she saw that the face looking at her from between her legs was none other than that of Katrina Dickworthy, agent of InterPol. Penelope thought that for sure this was the prettiest face she had ever seen.
"Fancy meeting you here you here!!" Katrina stood up, obviously trying to recover her composure after skating over the floor of slick bearings. "I guess this squares things between us, since you saved me from the Dairy Queen's basement!" She steadied herself with the help of the rack and lifted the bladed balance from its perch.
"How did you find me??" Penny was exhausted and more than stunned to be rescued so unexpectedly.
"The orgasm gas, it turns out, doesn't leave you unconscious for too long. The Dairy Queen started coming around just after you left." Kat was already looking for someway to release the Penelope from the bondage rack. "I figured I owed her, and I thought it would expedient to find out what she did with the Bovinar Calf." She motioned to the statue above Penelope's head. "I see you've already found it."
Kat pressed the button to retract slacken the metal arms of the rack. A weak his loosened the chains and Kat made short work of the wrist cuffs.
"Yeah! A lot of good it did me!" Penny sat up on the edge of the rack, still naked and rubbed the circulation back into her hands. She looked at Kat. She was wearing the uniform that Penny had given her to wear back at the factory. Her long legs had been born to wear high heels and the short pleated skirt fit perfectly over her firm round rump. The white blouse was pleasantly filled out by the policewoman's full breasts. Her face was even more pleasant than Penelope had remembered it, bright almond shaped eyes over full, smiling lips and the smallish nose that gave her a clearly European pertness.
"We had better get moving." Kat tossed the blue dress that Qir had worn at the restaurant to Penny. "I called in for back-up, and they'll be here in a couple of minutes. Besides, I'm not sure who else might be home."
"Me home!!" shouted Qir as she raced across the room to the two women. She was were wearing a short terry clothe robe and seemed oblivious to the mine field of ball bearings strewn across the floor. Amazingly sure footed, Qir neither slowed nor stumbled as she rushed the two heroines.
"I'll take care of her! You just get the hell out!" Kat shouted, assuming a defensive pose. She waited for Qir to reach her, secretly hoping the metal balls would do the work for her. Penny moved for the door, trying to circumvent a confrontation with the charging Moro. She turned to make sure that Kat was able to hold her own in a fight. Qir was receiving the best of the beating. Kat was keeping the moro readily at bay, methodically wearing her down.
Penny resumed her retreat towards the exit. She was in a flat run as she picked her way through the scattering marbles. She just reached the door when she crashed into the familiar fire plug shape of Harry Palms. This time however, Two Fist was not off his guard. Penelope crashed into him like he was a brick wall. He knocked the charging girl to the ground like a rag doll.
Lying at his feet, Penelope looked down the room at the two wrestling ladies. Kat had Qir Fuk's arms pinned behind her and was quickly getting control of the little hellcat. Penny then looked up at Two Fist. His erect penis was already pointing at the two brawling women. He stroked furiously as he tried to muster a wad of his killer cum. Penny could see his massive testes swinging down as he tried to track his targets.
Penelope realized that after the hours of rest, he might be able to produce one or more fatal shots of seed. His balls started to swell as he rapidly jacked his way to the first shot.
Reflexively, Penelope's foot darted out as his dick swelled with sperm. She intended a powerful kick to the groin, but fatigue threw her aim and she hit him in the mid-section of enormous dick. The force of the kick sent it slamming out of his hands. The knobby blue head pounded against his chest just as the hideous ball of sperm exploded out. The gob hit him directly in the chin, disintegrating in a disgusting spray. He was pushed in the air by the impact, and then collapsed collapsed to the ground.
Katrina used the chance to finish wresting control from the stunned Qir. In a matter of moments, Qir was pinned to the floor while Penelope and Kat secured her hand and foot. They also found it necessary to gag the obscene flood of barroom filth coming from her.
Kat looked down towards the prostrate body of Harry Palms. "Is he dead?" She queried.
"No, out cold I think, but not dead." Penny finished tying off the Qir's knees. The little Asian was slowly losing her fight as the two other women sat on her. The rush of foul language was also starting to peter out. Neither Penny nor Kat could tell what language it was because of the gag, but whatever it was, she knew an awful lot of it.
"Thanks a lot, that's the third time you've saved my butt. I guess I still owe you."
"Don't mention it, Kat. This little piece of work came really close to taking me out for good." She put her hand on Kat's leg.
"We make a pretty good team." Kat put her hand over Penelope's.
"That we do!" Penny leaned over and pressed her lips against Kat's. Kat let the kiss linger for a moment, enjoying the momentary reward. She pulled back suddenly.
"You'd better get out of here! The State troopers will be showing up any minute!" Kat helped Penelope finish dressing in Qir's blue dress. It helped somewhat that Qir had more generous proportions than Penelope. It fit alright at the bust and rump, but it was almost obscenely short. The two women headed for the third floor window that Penny had used earlier and that Kat had also found.
As Penny shimmied to the ground she could hear the distant wail of approaching sirens. She gave a good luck wave and ran to her motorcycle, which was still parked in the alley nearby. Penelope regretted that she wasn't able to linger with Katrina awhile longer, but she had a feeling that she would have other opportunities. She throttled up the bike and road back towards the secret entrance to her building as the early sun crested the dilapidated skyline of the City of Buzzsaw.
FINIS
Chapter 11: The Cimaxing Conclusion
By S. Sneakly
"Me show Danger Babe new trick. Me learn this from Moro pirate queen, Soong Fuk. She teach me all tricks. She very wicked lady." Qir mounted the table and straddled Penelope's stomach. She reached into her hair and pulled out the two pairs of black chopsticks. Her hair cascaded down her back into a long, massive pony tail. Her silky black hair brushed over her backside and the ends of it was just long enough to tickle Penelope's bare clit. She placed the four pieces of black wood in the valley between Penelope's breasts.
Next, Qir reached up and pulled the clump of elastic from her hair. The ponytail unfolded into a mass of hair that seemed to flow everywhere. She dropped the loops on top of the chopsticks. Then she reached behind back to penelope's vulnerable sex, sliding her hand up and down over Penelope's slit.
"You know, me like ebony? Beautiful wood," she watched Penelope gyrate slowly under her commanding hand, "but very hard. Like me, it no forgive, it be very cruel." She leaned over and looked at Penelope. "Does Danger Babe find me cruel?"
Penelope didn't answer.
Qir picked up two of the chopsticks. She tried to bend them with her fingers. The stout wood bowed very little. She then picked up one of the elastics from Penelope's chest. She looped the band over the ends of the sticks and then again. After four loops, the band was too tight for her to manipulate it further. She repeated the same ritual with the other pair.
Looking at the bound heroine and sneering, Qir undid her earrings. The black studs came off and she reassembled them. The studs were actually threaded, screwing into a swivel at one end of the metal crescent. The result was a miniature C-clamp.
She picked up the set of chopsticks and forced open the unbound ends with two fingers. With her free hand she violently kneaded one of Penelope's breasts, trying to get the nipple as erect as possible. She pulled the nipple away from the girls body, stretching it cruelly. The pair of hard wood sticks slid on either side of the taunt skin, just below the areola.
Qir held the sticks closed while she attached the little clamp. The point of the crescent and the tip of the threaded stud fit neatly into depressions on each stick. Penelope groaned slightly as Qir tightened it on. The second of the wooden torture devices was fitted over Penelope's other nipple.
"You like my jewelry?" Qir smirked, "me have more. You want see more?" Penelope tried hard to look defiant, but the tight rack and nipple clamps left her lacking and vulnerable.
"These pearls are called ‘jong-jism.' They made from shell of rare abalone, found only off coast of Borneo." She removed the faux pearls and hung them in front of Penelope. "Polished shell has nice feel." She rubbed the string along Penelope's cheek. It reminded her of very supple skin, warm, soft and delicate.
"Nice, eh? Feel like skin, eh?" Penny nodded cautiously. "In Asia, best dildos come from jong-jism. Touch so good you come instantly!" She ran the four strands along her own breast. The nipple immediately swelled.
"But these no dildo. Still, they make you come real good. I make sure you cum while you die." The idea of murder and sex obviously had a very strong appeal to the sick little whore, Penelope thought.
Qir lay the string down across Penelope's body and set about arranging the demise of her charge. First, she put a broad leather belt around Penelope's narrow waste, tearing away the remains of the plaid skirt. It was jet black and had several "D" rings attached. She then set up a pair of vertical posts that fit into holes in the floor about half way down Penelope's prostrate form. At the top of posts, a good four feet above the intended victim were a set of deep notches, they reminded Penelope of an arrow.
Qir was pulling a step ladder up to the two standards when Penelope finally had to find out what the hell the little minx had in mind.
"You see!" Qir cheerfully answered. She continued to assemble the elaborate balance teetering over Penny's slender figure. On one end of the balance was a sort clip and a thick black weight. the other end resembled a large clear scoop, similar to what one might see in a grocer. The scoop was suspended below a small black hole in the ceiling.
Qir returned to the defenseless heroine. Smiling a saccharin smile born of true evil, she started to incorporate the four strands of jong-jism pearls into a crotch trap.
Two strands of pearls ran deep through the folds of Penelope's pussy and two ran along the outside. They were all anchored on a D-ring on the back of her black leather belt. The two strands snugged in her snatch were attached to elastic cords that fed through the C-clamps on her nipples and up to the clip end of the balance beam. The second pair were attached to similar cords except that they fed back through loops in the belt to the scoop end of the balance. Every time the balance shifted, the jong-jism pearls would shift inside Penelope's sex, the inside pair stroking in one direction while the outer pair would go in the other.
Admiring her engineering savvy, Qir picked up her double bladed kris. She climbed up on the rack that stretched Penelope's body. She looked at the heroine laying at her feet. "You like my knife? Very sharp... Given to me by mother." She ran the palm of her hand over the sharp blade, following the contours of the edge. "Seven souls have bonded me with this blade. You number eight!" She clipped the dagger onto the end of the balance.
"But Two Fist said that he wanted me in the morning!" Penelope didn't want to meet her fate at the end of Two Fist's dick, but she didn't want to meet it at the end of Qir Fuk's dagger either. "He said you were only supposed to watch me!"
"He say I can have fun with Danger Babe. I am. And he say I no respect limits. That unfortunate for you, Danger Babe!" She hopped back to the floor. "Besides, your aunt give me million reasons not to wait for Harry Palms." She walked to the wall and turned a nob next to the rack controls.
A metal bearing plunked from the hole in the ceiling into the scoop at the end of the balance. The tip of the blade teetered dangerously, pulling at the cord threaded through the wooden nipple clamps and rubbing Penelope's clit with the jong-jism pearls. The clamps tugged gently at Penelope's tits and the diabolical pearls stroked her femininity. Penny tried to block the arousing sensations from her mind.
"You want clamps tighter?" Qir's hand slipped her hand under her short skirt as she watched another ball bounce into the scoop.
"No!" Gasped Penelope as the sexual stimulation continued.
"Ah! Danger Babe no understand! You see when ball drop into scoop, it add weight! As weight get heavy, nipple clips pull slowly off! When clips come completely off, scoop drops and dumps steel bearings, then dagger kill Danger Babe!!!" She ran her hand over Penelope's now sweaty body. Her fingers slid beneath her the rows of jong-jism pearls and penetrated the moist pussy of her victim. Penny writhed as she was stroked to orgasm.
"Me sorry you must die, you would make very good pet." She slid her hand free and headed for the door. "I think about you tonight!!! Bye-bye Danger Babe!!!"
Penelope was left alone, strapped spread eagle to the painfully tight X-rack, metal bearings dropping in slow rhythm into the balance bucket. Methodically they pulled her titties tighter and higher. The strands of jong-jism pearls were stroking her towards orgasm with every motion of the volatile balance.
She tried to work at freeing her hands from the thick metal clamps. They were heavily built with no external features that she could see or feel. Although they were padded, they afforded Penny no opportunities to slip her hands out. The pads were stiff and not very forgiving. She tried to see if her feet might prove easier, but, as she expected they too were pinned firmly in the grip of the rack.
The past couple of days of non-stop action had stripped Penny of both strength and resolve. Her mind was no longer as sharp and clear as it had been. In her experience, training, a sharp mind and good luck had saved her from many dangers. But finally it seemed that all of that had fled to parts unknown. She lay stretched beneath the deadly sword, waiting for her bloody fate to plunge down from above.
With each metal bearing the four strands of pearls stroked her sex with a devilish synchronicity. The combination of bondage, stimulation and the lack of any apparent escape route was bizarrely erotic. Although, she had seen troubles before, like under the pier or in the Dairy Queen's cake room, she had always had something to draw her focus. She could fight the effect of distracting devices and traps with her Zen like focus on picking a lock or slipping a rope. Here she had none of that. The bonds holding her had cruel simplicity on their side.
Her body shivered as the accumulating weight of metal pulled harder on her tits and forced the sensual surfaces of the Jong-jism pearls deeper into her twat. Orgasm seemed to follow orgasm. The expert torment that Qir had devised for Penelope was diabolically effective.
Penelope could not move her eyes from the tip of the giant dagger that bobbed up and down just a few feet from her tortured breasts. Occasionally she chanced glances at the progression of the nipple clamps as they moved imperceptibly across her areola towards the knobby ends of her nipples.
In the first half hour of her predicament, the methodical tugs, barely moved the pieces of ridged wood across her areola. But as the weight grew heavier and the clamped flesh slid by, Penelope saw with growing dismay that her luck was running out. In addition the clips were becoming more painful as they move over the progressively more sensitive flesh of her breasts.
She tried to return her focus to the shackles on her wrists. Penelope had been trying for most of her imprisonment to quietly work her hands free. She had learned several methods of doing this while touring the world as an escape artist. But, try as she did, none of the strategies seemed to work. The clamps at first didn't seem insurmountably tight but they were proving beyond her best efforts.
Her body drained and aching from the endless bondage and constant quaking orgasms, Penelope closed eyes and waited for the final release. She could feel the two sets of chopstick clamps working their way up on to the last vestiges of her tightly stretched nipples. The jong-jism pearls were buried deep within her folds, their now minuscule motions were creating a sweet caress in her sex. She could hear nothing beyond the clack of the metal balls being joined by another of their brethren. Lost and given up she waited.
She heard a loud clack, just like all the others, but that clack seemed to have the unmistakable clarity of The Last One. A clip, tugging at the last bit of her left nipple pulled free, followed instantly by the one on the right. She could hear the bucket swing towards the floor. The blood rushing back into the newly freed nipples would have created a searing sensation, had she not been so oblivious to her surroundings. The events seemed to be happening to someone else and she was just a spectator. She heard the scoop full of bearings crash against the wood floor. The spilling of the marbles made a clatter that reminded Penelope briefly of a hail storm she once weathered in a tin roofed shack. She pulled her muscles tight as she anticipated the cut of the falling dagger.
She held her breath expecting the plunging blade. The brief second seemed to drag on endlessly. She waited. The knife failed to fall. After a moment she opened her eyes and saw the hilt of the wavy balded kris pressed to ceiling. She looked down her length and saw the scoop end of the balance disappear between her legs. Spread out across the room were the dozens of steel bearings, some just rolling to a stop.
"SHIT!!" came a voice from below her feet. She saw a head of jet black hair slowly rise from between her legs. At first she thought it must have been Qir Fuk, but the clear British diction couldn't have come from Qir's barroom voice.
The fog cleared from Penny's head and she saw that the face looking at her from between her legs was none other than that of Katrina Dickworthy, agent of InterPol. Penelope thought that for sure this was the prettiest face she had ever seen.
"Fancy meeting you here you here!!" Katrina stood up, obviously trying to recover her composure after skating over the floor of slick bearings. "I guess this squares things between us, since you saved me from the Dairy Queen's basement!" She steadied herself with the help of the rack and lifted the bladed balance from its perch.
"How did you find me??" Penny was exhausted and more than stunned to be rescued so unexpectedly.
"The orgasm gas, it turns out, doesn't leave you unconscious for too long. The Dairy Queen started coming around just after you left." Kat was already looking for someway to release the Penelope from the bondage rack. "I figured I owed her, and I thought it would expedient to find out what she did with the Bovinar Calf." She motioned to the statue above Penelope's head. "I see you've already found it."
Kat pressed the button to retract slacken the metal arms of the rack. A weak his loosened the chains and Kat made short work of the wrist cuffs.
"Yeah! A lot of good it did me!" Penny sat up on the edge of the rack, still naked and rubbed the circulation back into her hands. She looked at Kat. She was wearing the uniform that Penny had given her to wear back at the factory. Her long legs had been born to wear high heels and the short pleated skirt fit perfectly over her firm round rump. The white blouse was pleasantly filled out by the policewoman's full breasts. Her face was even more pleasant than Penelope had remembered it, bright almond shaped eyes over full, smiling lips and the smallish nose that gave her a clearly European pertness.
"We had better get moving." Kat tossed the blue dress that Qir had worn at the restaurant to Penny. "I called in for back-up, and they'll be here in a couple of minutes. Besides, I'm not sure who else might be home."
"Me home!!" shouted Qir as she raced across the room to the two women. She was were wearing a short terry clothe robe and seemed oblivious to the mine field of ball bearings strewn across the floor. Amazingly sure footed, Qir neither slowed nor stumbled as she rushed the two heroines.
"I'll take care of her! You just get the hell out!" Kat shouted, assuming a defensive pose. She waited for Qir to reach her, secretly hoping the metal balls would do the work for her. Penny moved for the door, trying to circumvent a confrontation with the charging Moro. She turned to make sure that Kat was able to hold her own in a fight. Qir was receiving the best of the beating. Kat was keeping the moro readily at bay, methodically wearing her down.
Penny resumed her retreat towards the exit. She was in a flat run as she picked her way through the scattering marbles. She just reached the door when she crashed into the familiar fire plug shape of Harry Palms. This time however, Two Fist was not off his guard. Penelope crashed into him like he was a brick wall. He knocked the charging girl to the ground like a rag doll.
Lying at his feet, Penelope looked down the room at the two wrestling ladies. Kat had Qir Fuk's arms pinned behind her and was quickly getting control of the little hellcat. Penny then looked up at Two Fist. His erect penis was already pointing at the two brawling women. He stroked furiously as he tried to muster a wad of his killer cum. Penny could see his massive testes swinging down as he tried to track his targets.
Penelope realized that after the hours of rest, he might be able to produce one or more fatal shots of seed. His balls started to swell as he rapidly jacked his way to the first shot.
Reflexively, Penelope's foot darted out as his dick swelled with sperm. She intended a powerful kick to the groin, but fatigue threw her aim and she hit him in the mid-section of enormous dick. The force of the kick sent it slamming out of his hands. The knobby blue head pounded against his chest just as the hideous ball of sperm exploded out. The gob hit him directly in the chin, disintegrating in a disgusting spray. He was pushed in the air by the impact, and then collapsed collapsed to the ground.
Katrina used the chance to finish wresting control from the stunned Qir. In a matter of moments, Qir was pinned to the floor while Penelope and Kat secured her hand and foot. They also found it necessary to gag the obscene flood of barroom filth coming from her.
Kat looked down towards the prostrate body of Harry Palms. "Is he dead?" She queried.
"No, out cold I think, but not dead." Penny finished tying off the Qir's knees. The little Asian was slowly losing her fight as the two other women sat on her. The rush of foul language was also starting to peter out. Neither Penny nor Kat could tell what language it was because of the gag, but whatever it was, she knew an awful lot of it.
"Thanks a lot, that's the third time you've saved my butt. I guess I still owe you."
"Don't mention it, Kat. This little piece of work came really close to taking me out for good." She put her hand on Kat's leg.
"We make a pretty good team." Kat put her hand over Penelope's.
"That we do!" Penny leaned over and pressed her lips against Kat's. Kat let the kiss linger for a moment, enjoying the momentary reward. She pulled back suddenly.
"You'd better get out of here! The State troopers will be showing up any minute!" Kat helped Penelope finish dressing in Qir's blue dress. It helped somewhat that Qir had more generous proportions than Penelope. It fit alright at the bust and rump, but it was almost obscenely short. The two women headed for the third floor window that Penny had used earlier and that Kat had also found.
As Penny shimmied to the ground she could hear the distant wail of approaching sirens. She gave a good luck wave and ran to her motorcycle, which was still parked in the alley nearby. Penelope regretted that she wasn't able to linger with Katrina awhile longer, but she had a feeling that she would have other opportunities. She throttled up the bike and road back towards the secret entrance to her building as the early sun crested the dilapidated skyline of the City of Buzzsaw.
FINIS