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 was held, finally, the white milky aerosol that swirled in around her in the confines of the elevator. 

Penelope was still to 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 light of was 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 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 opened 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.

“To 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 on to 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 steal thirty million from her before you launched your current costumed avenger career.  Now that is 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, who ever she may be will ultimately be revealed, and it will only be a matter of time before Sylvia is able 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 that 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 the 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 girls 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 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 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 bare.

            “PLEASE, I’M BEGGING!! IT HURTS SO MUCH, PLEASE!” Penny gasped.

            “Then let hear your name” Olga commanded, she was loosing 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 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’s clamped her teeth playfully on the 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 of 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 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 backed 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, course 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 in 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 reach the girls 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 turned on the monitor and returned to the table with a heavy towel and a remote control.

“Lover, shall we channel surf for while?”  Olga said with 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 were 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 your 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 Oriental 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 oriental features; 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 where 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 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 sub-dermally the effect is quite the opposite from what happened to you.  Once it enters the blood stream it cause the ecstasy you’ve have 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 exit 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 a 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 the 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 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 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 to 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