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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 a 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 in to 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 her self 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 recover 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 in to any one close enough to hear it.  The Dairy Queens’ toy lept 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 the 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 backed into her deprived nipples.  After recovering for a minute, she climbed up the ladder in to 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 sweat shirt 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 skin.  After drying herself and get dressed, she returned to the secret room. 

     The VCR was still recording the spot were 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 in to 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 hiked 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 heal 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 heals.  All of it in her trade mark 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 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 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 buildings 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 there 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 with out 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 tools, ropes, pulleys and  bridle equipment.  In the middle of the room were two parallel chrome bars maybe eight foot long and eighteen inches apart. They were set at about ten degrees from horizontal and had a crank and rachet that could raise or lower the angle of the two bars.  At the base of the bars was what appeared to be 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 her 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 minature  syringes. 

     Penny studied the seen 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 tell her were she was. 

Quickly, Penny set up the small computer to over-ride 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 the of the other woman.  Penny had tied the crossed ankles both women and then back over the head of the other so their ankles could connected 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 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 the each woman’s 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 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 were getting some where, 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 were 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 a 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 search vainly for away 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 florescent lighting was bolted in place.  “FOUR SECONDS....TWO SECONDS.... NEUTRALIZATION COMMENCING ”

A cloud of thick white mist started top 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 viscus 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. 

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