Perils of Penelope Young-Jugs, Chapter 1

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????”

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