By S. Sneakly, Copyright 1996

The Perils of Penelope Young-Jugs

*Chapter Two*

_The_Treacherous_Tidal_Trap

      Penny was awaken 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 1/2 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 the 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 there necks and kept their hair in 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 hide out 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 over all 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 move 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 their 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 herself moisten.  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 was 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 the 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 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 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 first hand witness your udder demise, but we have a delivery to make and a celebration to prepare.  Its not every day that we get to undo such a fine female and get make 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 grey 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 to 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 the 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 with out 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 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  tear drop 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 maid 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.

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