By S. Sneakly, Copyright 1996
*Chapter Five*
"A Most Dickworthy Accomplice"
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 had 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 had 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 in 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 its final mechanized effort to entomb Penelope in the Dairy Queen’s killing cake. The arm was methodically moving over body shooting at 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 preprogrammed 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 her 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 out fit 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 locked 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 had been so engrossed by 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 glanced looked at Penelope with large tired eyes. A muffled whimper escaped the gag as 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 the 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, 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 what ever 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 prearranged 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 act 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 what ever 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 side ways 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 their 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 hey should do.
“There are only to 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 a 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 fighting in the hopes 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 subbasement.
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 Olga’s arm. The two dragged the woman unceremoniously through the offices allowing ample opportunity for her to clunk into the odd piece 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 tieing 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 aught 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 to 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 on to 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 terrain. 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 last only a second, yet it was enough to send her off into the high marsh grasses that lined 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
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