By S. Sneakly, Copyright 1996

*Chapter Eight*

The Better Butter Bondage

Penelope didn’t know where she was when she first started to come around.  The sun was warm on her face and the grass was soft on her back. She opened her eyes and was surprised to see nothing but black.  Her hand moved up to her face and she felt her night vision goggles still seated over her eyes.  They had stopped working, whether from the battery or the impact, she didn’t know.  She slid them off and blinked up into the midmorning sky. 

The sensation was surreal.  She was lying in a patch of tall marsh grass. It was as if she had been dropped in from outer space.   All around the tall grass seemed undisturbed.  Sitting up slowly, her body ached with stiffness.  Penny was reminded of waking up after the flue, she felt small and tired, exhausted from a feverish sleep.

At first Penny imagined she had just dozed off in the sun.  As her head cleared her memory clicked back into place.  She remembered riding her motorcycle down the street on her way to recover the Bovinar Calf.  She was riding slalom through the pothole-riddled street.  Racing along, the headlights of an on coming car had blinded her night vision. She vaguely recalled the bike flying off over the bank of the road. 

Penelope looked around.  It still took her a moment to realize that the somewhere in the tall reeds was her motorcycle.  She rolled onto her knees and tried to stand.  Her balance was unsteady and she held her hand out into the air to find her balance. 

Even standing she could not see beyond the tall grass.  She seemed to have truly dropped from outer space, landing hard on the soft soil, the only hint of her arrival was the impression of her form in the crushed grass.  Moving made her body ache. But, the more she moved the more her body came back to her.  She started to walk around the clearing in a circle. Each time she made a circuit, she moved a couple of yards farther.  She found the trail that her bike had cut and quickly and found it mired down, almost upright in a muddy depression.  At least I won’t have to stand it upright, she thought.

She pushed the starter button and the bike sputtered to life.  Working the clutch and the gas alternately Penelope guided the bike out of the marshy grass and back to the road.  After taking a moment to gain her bearings, she gunned the bike back towards the S & M Ice Cream factory.  She was almost certain about what she expected to find when she got there. 

The pillar of smoke that rose from the horizon confirmed her worst fears.   The building was almost completely engulfed in fire as she rounded the top of the hill.  A paltry three fire engines were engaged in the futile task of spraying the building down with water.  The remoteness of the factory and the hopeless lack of resources meant the Buzzsaw FD would be forced to let the building burn itself out.

Penelope held her breath, did Kat get caught up in the fire?  Had the Dairy Queen gotten away?  It certainly looked as though she had.  Penelope plugged her earbud into her police scanner and clicked over to the fire department frequency.  There was a short crackle of static and then a voice giving a status report on the fire, one of the fire commanders reported the building had been cleared and that there were no injuries or vehicles found on the premises when they arrived. 

Penelope was worried about Kat, but at the same time relieved.  Kat hadn’t been trapped in the burning building, yet it also meant that The Dairy Queen and her milkmaids had escaped before the staties arrived. 

Now Penelope was faced with the new problem, what had Olga done with her regained captive?  She had clearly tired of toying with the Interpol agent when Penelope helped her escape from what would have been her final death trap, so why had she taken her with her?  Kat didn’t have any information that would be of value to CrimeNet.  In fact, she was a liability now that Penelope had explained how commissioner Limpwad betrayed her.

There could be only one reason Olga had Kat with her, she wanted to use her as bait to recapture Danger Babe.  Whether or not she found out Penelope’s cover identity, the sado-sexual execution of Penelope Young-Jugs was still worth a million dollar payday to the Dairy Queen.  Penelope needed to find Kat as quick as she could, the longer The Dairy Queen had her the more prepared she would be for a rescue attempt.

Penelope thought back to what she had already learned about The Dairy Queen’s operations, the factory and the amusement pier were both already compromised.  If she wanted to lure Penelope into a trap, she would not try to hide herself too well or compromise whoever had sent her to steal the Bovinar Calf in the first place.  There was only one location Penelope knew that fit The Dairy Queen’s needs.  

Bridgett pushed the bikes ignition and let out the clutch, causing the rear tire to spin around in the loose gravel and shooting an arc of debris across the hilltop.  When the front of the bike pointed away from the ruins of the factory, she let go the brake and the bike leapt forward down the hill and towards the main road.

*****

The sun was still climbing in the sky when she reached the dairy farm where she assumed Kat was being held.  The spread looked deserted.  Most of the farm equipment had been sold off or been stripped of parts and left to decay in the sun.  The only sign that Penelope was on the right track were a series of tire tracks pressed into the sand that were yet to erode in the steady breeze.  Getting off her bike and proceeding on foot Bridgett guessed the tracks were less than a day old.

Kat was in one of those buildings, hopefully alive, but undoubtedly in the company of Olga and whatever sadistic devices she had been able to concoct.

*****

Kat was writhing in the rope bindings pinning her to the wooden cross.  The air was moist and warm as the milk that was circulating through the system heated towards the temperature of pasteurization.  Gasping in the thick wet gag she tried to torsion her body out of the way of the milk jet directed at her crotch.  She was still under the influence of the cattle viper mist that the strange little Asian had used to take her down. 

The steady thudding of warm liquid hard on her clit made thinking difficult.  She could only move her body a few inches in either direction, never quite able to escape the thundering stream of sensation.  So far, the fear and anger she felt at Olga and her regained freedom had prevented the inevitable string of orgasms the trap was destined to create.  Kat glanced around the empty building outside the trap for a few seconds, careful to keep her eyes away from the spot up above where she was sure The Dairy Queen was perched, probably enjoying the fruits of her sadism. There was little for her to see, with the exception of the powerful spotlights illuminating her plight, the outside world was black.

The milk in the chamber had turned a slight off-white and small curds of something were circulating through the milk, which continued to swirl a few inches below her spread clit.  Occasionally Kat caught a glimpse of the tattered remains of her panties reaching the surface of the milk.

Butter, Kat thought.  The lumps were globs of butter that were forming from the circulating milk.   She closed her eyes again and tried to fight off the intense sensations that were again building in the soft pink of her sex.  Olga had no intention of killing her yet, she was just toying with her, forcing her to cum again and again for her own sick entertainment while she waited for Danger Babe to show up. 

Then the real torture would begin.  Olga would turn up the power on the nozzle or start flooding the chamber with more milk.  Something that would force Danger Babe to act while giving Olga time to spring her next trap.

Kat closed her eyes tight and felt her muscles shudder and contract as a new orgasm rushed through her.  She prayed that Danger Babe wouldn’t find her, wouldn’t risk her life to save her, wouldn’t be subjected to Olga’s depraved sense of theater.

“The popping in your ears is the pressure in the system building up,” Olga’s voice crackled through the loud speaker.  “You are in the lowest part of the system, if your girlfriend tries to tamper with the homogenizer or cut the power, all the milk being pumped around the circuit will quickly settle and completely flood your chamber, long before she has a chance to break through the bullet proof casing…”  Kat could hear the quiver of excitement in The Dairy Queen’s voice as it trailed off.  She new from before that Olga was indulging in one of her favorite components of torture, self gratification at the sight of her victim encased in another of her sexually deviant death traps.

Kat, for her part, was also helpless against the sensations, despite her fear and attempts to control her emotions she was again quickly pushed to cum by the powerful thumps of liquid against her pussy.   Her body pulled tight against her bonds as another orgasm shuddered through her.  Feeling guilt and shame at her own arousal, Kat preyed that Penelope would not risk her life to save her.  The thought of what the Dairy Queen would do with a fresh victim horrified her even more than what was certain to happen to her at the hands of sexual sadistic Dairy Queen.

“I wouldn’t count on it.”  Danger Babe’s voice came through the speaker inside the milky tomb.  Kat’s heart pound as she shrieked in to her gag. 

“Oh Goody, fresh meat!”  It was the last thing Kat heard from outside the trap.  There was a brief crackle of static as the speaker died.

Almost immediately a thousand things started happening around Kat.  Air began hissing from somewhere outside the trap.  Pressure in her ears rapidly built so that she had to repeatedly swallow milk from her damp gag to equalize her ears and relieve the pain.  She also discovered that the force of the milk jet thrusting against her pussy was growing rapidly.  She shrieked and writhed, trying desperately to get her sex out of what would soon become a scalpel like blast. 

No sooner had she started to shriek into her gag she realized her situation was again changing.  The force pounding into her sex started to diminish again.   Looking down at the nozzle that had been focused between her spread thighs she saw that the milk level was rising steadily and the source of the jet was now submerging under a rising tide of milk and clumping butter.  The jet was still pounding at the tender spot between her legs, but was blunted by the rising level of milk it needed to shoot through. 

Kat looked at her thighs and saw the milk was rising around her.  It had crept most of the way to he pussy and within a few seconds her crotch was submerged in the white mix.  She pulled at her bonds and looked out through the glass but couldn’t see anything beyond the milk spattered glass and the darkness of the barn. 

As the incomprehensible fear built up in her, so did her sense of arousal.  She pulled at the ropes, trying to slip free before the milk could rise any further.  Kat felt the pressure against her clit, the ropes against her body and the warm milk slowly swallowing her.  The Dairy Queen had left her to die, while trying to capture Danger Babe.  The insidious viper gas was forcing Kat to cum at the hopelessness of the situation.  She was going to be drowned while the one woman who could possibly save her was being led into a trap.        

***** 

Penelope kept with her first instinct and followed the tire tracks into the barn with a pair of binoculars.  Instead of heading straight for the vast empty building, Penny had skirted around the edge of the property until she came to a water tower that stood directly behind it.  The ladder up to the cistern was iron and still solid as a rock.  Armed with a grappling gun, she scaled the tank and looked for an opening into the upper reaches of the barn.  If the Dairy Queen had set any type of trap in the building, she would be lurking in high ground waiting to spring it when Danger Babe made her entrance.

As she climbed, the rumble of machinery became more audible from within the building.   What ever tortures the dairy Queen had planned for Kat had already been set into play.  Penelope knew the Dairy Queen was playing for keeps.  She was going to kill the InterPol agent whether she captured Danger Babe or not and the more pressure she put n Penelope to rescue her, so much the better.

When she reached the top of the tower, Penelope wrapped one leg around the main support and looped an arm through a rung to brace for the shot.  The rust and flaking paint scrapped against her bare leg, the plaid miniskirt provided little protection to her thigh, still she gripped it tight.

Across from the tower was the barn, a broad set of doors were closed and locked with a chain.  Directly above them was a sagging hatch with a rusted pulley for lifting hay bails. She aimed for a spot above the entrance to the loft.  With a gentle squeeze of the trigger, a steel shaft sprang out with a sharp hiss of nylon cord accompanying the shot as it dug into the wood a foot above her target..

As soon as the line stopped feeding out, Penelope started looping it through the top rung of the ladder and used as much of her weight and strength as she could muster to draw the line tight and make it fast.  Once satisfied with her rigging, she clipped the grapple gun over the line as trolley and judged her next move.  The zip-line set a ten-degree angle.  It would give her plenty of speed for her assault on the loft door.  However, if she missed or the door didn’t give, she was going to hit the ground with a bone-crushing drop.

            She lined up and aimed for the upper right corner of the left hatch.  If she hit it just right, she would sail right into the loft floor and be close to where Olga was waiting, she hoped. 

Gripping tight on the trolley, Penelope pushed off from the tower and swung out into space over the hard dirt.  She pulled her legs together and forward so that they led her body towards the door, adding to her momentum.  The rope stretched more than she expected and it was all she could do to keep her body tucked up to avoid hitting the bottom sill when she impacted.  The zizzing noise of the line sliding through the trolley grew louder as she sped along, gaining speed for her impact with the side of the barn.  Penelope kept her feet aimed at the weak center of the door praying the high-heeled come-fuck me pumps she had found at the ice cream factory would protect her feet from the impact with the door.  She closed her eyes just at the moment of impact. 

She needn’t have worried about the door; she barely noticed the impact.  Whether it was the wood or the screws that were rotted out Penelope didn’t know, but the door shot out in front of her with a gratifying crash.  Letting go of the grappler, Penelope skidded a stop just inside the door.

“I wouldn’t count on it, Olga!”  Penelope hopped to her feet and started moving towards the Dairy Queen who was squatting near the edge of the loft barely a dozen feet away.

“Oh Goody! Fresh meat!” Olga dropped the microphone she was holding and turned to face her attacker.  She pulled her whip from her belt and laughed excitedly.  “Love your new look… Not exactly combat ready…”

“Let her go Olga.”  Penelope scooped up a pitchfork that was leaning against one of the rafters.  The metal tips dangling from the end of the whipped shined even in the dim light.

 “I’ll tell you what Miss Young-Jugs, you tell me what I want and I’ll consider it.”  Penelope could tell the Dairy Queen was already sizing up her first lash.

 “You’re full of shit, Olga.  You’ll kill both of us if get half a chance.”  Penelope kept the length of tool between her and Olga, guarding against was sure to be a lightening fast attack.

“You’ve got me on that one, Danger Babe. Tell you what, you give up now and I’ll put you in the death trap with her.”  Olga glanced over her shoulder at contraption holding Kat.  “Otherwise, she’ll be dead in a matter of a few minutes.  When you so rudely interrupted I dropped the dead switch I was holding.  She’ll drown in a matter of a minute or two, and I’ll have to find something more… gruesome for you…”

“Then I had better kick your ass quick.”  Penelope thrust hard with the pitchfork.  The whip would be less effective in close quarters.  Olga realized that too and reacted by hopping backward and unfurling the whip.  She swung it expertly over her head.  The size of the barn leant her space to swing it in a full, lethal arc.  

Penelope tried to parry the first lash with the pitchfork.  The end of whip shot past Penelope’s head and the three metal blades lodged in the wooden rafter just to the right and behind Penelope’s head.  The blow would have been a killing blow had it been on target.  Olga was no longer interested in toying.  She was going for the quick kill, pleasure be damned. 

“Getting worried, Olga?”  Penelope rushed in while the Dairy Queen yanked the whip free.   Olga had her back to the edge of the loft and had limited space to retreat, especially if she wanted to hold onto her whip.  It was apparent that she had been expecting to confront Penelope in the open space of the barn’s floor, not the confines of the loft.  Penelope was going to make the most of her temporary advantage. 

The snap of Olga’s wrist unhooked the barbs of the whip from the wood beam.  They bounced ineffectually off of Penelope’s back as their mistress called them back for the next strike.  By the time she had snapped them forward again, Penelope had already broken through their effective perimeter.  When the blades shot forward, they lacked the controlled energy of the last strike.  Penelope raised the tongs of the pitchfork to block the blow and the three blades became hopelessly entangled in the shaft.  Now Penelope had the initiative, while Olga drew back her arm to retrieve the whip, Penelope rushed in closer and fired a hard kick precisely below Olga’s ribcage.

The effect was immediate, Olga doubled over sideways and let go the whip handle and stumbled closer to the edge of the loft.  Penelope followed her, pressing the attack.  As she reached the edge of the platform, she could see Kat, with her back to her, tied to a cross inside a large churning tank of milk.  The it was the largest of three circulating tanks each partially filled with milk and connected with clear glass pipes.  A pump, now idle, below Kat’s vat had apparently been re-circulating milk through the system.  It took only a second for Penelope to understand the situation.  Without the help of the re-circulator, the milk that had been pumping through the system was quickly settling in the lowest point of the system, flooding in around Kat. 

Olga was right, Kat didn’t have long to live if Penelope didn’t take the Dairy Queen out quickly.  Penelope looked at the Dairy Queen.  She was slow to recover her breath from the hard kick.  If Penelope pressed her advantage, she could take her completely in a couple of minutes of close hand to hand.   Regrettably, Kat didn’t have a few minutes.

Penelope took the pitchfork, with the whip still tangled in the tongs, and heaved ito the dirt floor of the barn.  The tip struck hard into the dirt and pinned the whip well out of the Dairy Queen’s reach.

With a quick glance back to make sure that the Dairy Queen wasn’t going to launch an ambush, Penelope leaped out at the glass structure.  Only Kat’s out stretched hands were visible within the flooding chamber, still bound to the X-cross. 

Penelope landed on the pipe that was draining milk into Kat’s chamber of the deathtrap.  She had expected the pipe to shatter under the impact.  Instead she landed hard against it and tumbled to the dirt floor. 

Penelope lay on her back and looked at the tower of pipes, what ever they were made of, the weren’t going to be easy to shatter.  Kat’s hands had now disappeared into the white foam as the last of the air leaked out of her chamber.  Penelope glanced up at Olga who was holding her side and laying on the edge of the loft.  I must have broken a couple of her ribs, Penelope thought.

“Not so easy is it, Danger Babe.”

Penelope ignored her.  She wasn’t going to be drawn into a conflict so readily.  She was going to get Kat out, even if that meant loosing the Dairy Queen.  Penelope got up and launched kick at the side of the tank.  Surprised that she was still wearing the high-heeled pumps, Penelope felt the brass tip of the heel strike the tank.   It barely made a scratch.  With all the fluid pressing back against wall, the impact felt like she was kicking a rock wall.

Glancing back up at the loft, Penelope’s mind raced.  With Kat struggling in her bondage, Penny knew she would quickly drown if she didn’t find a way to let the milk out.    Olga had disappeared, but that hardly mattered.  Penelope couldn’t do anything about that… at least not right away.

Penelope glanced around the floor of the barn.  It had been stripped clear of loose debris.  The only things remaining were the pitchfork and the whip still stuck in the dirt.  Penelope grabbed the tool and yanked it from the dirt.  In a single move, she slipped the whip clear of the end.  With a snap of her wrist, she cleared the tangle that had formed that had for at its end.  While she adjusted her grip, Penelope focused on the structure of the tower.  It was mostly self-supporting and rose up into the rafters.  Taking aim at the highest reaches of the pipes, Penelope let the whip fly.  The metal tong shot up, easily clearing the upper reaches and then spinning around one of the pipes, the metal tips digging in to clear plastic. 

Kicking off her shoes, Penelope dug her feet into the dirt as far from the milk homogenizer as she could.  She pulled hard on the end of the whip never letting up on the tension that kept it attached to pipe.  At first little happened, the tower barely twitching under her pull, but eventually she was able to start it rocking back and forth, the top swaying a few inches in either direction.  Within a few seconds the arc had grown enough to cause the base to start to crumple under the shifting weight.  Penelope kept it up until at last the whole tower collapsed toward her. 

The smaller tanks broke free of their connectors and rolled clear of the system, loose milk spilling out and coating the floor, immediately soaking in to the dust and creating a gray, muddy paste.  The chamber containing Penelope’s crucified friend landed on its side, but didn’t break.  Milk was glugged out of the broken attachments. 

Penelope was near to panic.  The milk was draining, but not nearly fast enough to clear the huge volume of liquid needed to save Kat.  Penelope looked at the tank.  A thin black gasket sealed the tank two-thirds the way up its length.  Grabbing the pitchfork, Penelope slammed the tongs into the rubber.  It wasn’t much of a target, but it was all she needed.  Each time one of the tongs lodged in rubber, Penelope pulled and twisted the handle.  After three or four strikes enough gasket had been worked out that she a trickle of milk was dribbling out of the seam.  With a few more hits the gasket ripped and Penelope grabbed one of the loose ends and began tugging the rubber from its seat.  The gasket finally gave completely and unzipped easily with the pressure of liquid behind it.  Hot milk and clumps of buttery sludge gushed out of the out of the wound and the upper half of the tank fell away.

Penelope waded into mud and pulled end of the cross out of the tank.  Kat was hanging limp from her bondage.  Praying she wasn’t too late, Penelope slapped Kat in the face.  Penelope tilted Kat’s head back and gave a puff of air into the girl’s lungs.  Kat’s lips felt cold and dead against her own.  Penelope tried to find a pulse but there wasn’t anything.   She gave another puff of air into her lungs and started doing chest compressions.  The first push against the sternum gave a sickening flood of milk from Kat’s mouth.  Penelope kept going, she wasn’t going to give up so easily, even though she had terrible sensation that Dairy Queen had succeed in both escape and murder.  After a few cycles of compression and breaths Kat stopped ejecting milk from her lungs, but her lips still felt cold and dead.  Penelope wanted to cut the ropes that were holding Kat to the make shift cross, but she knew that would have to wait. 

It seemed like an eternity Penelope worked on the lifeless body before she felt the first flutter of life.  It started with a few twitches of Kat’s face, but within a few seconds grew to a violent fit of coughing and retching.  Penelope stopped trying to resuscitate her.  Instead she pulled the whip back towards her and used the sharp talons at the end to slice through the ropes hold Kat’s arms out and away from her body. 

Kat rolled to her side and continued to retch the milk she had ingested in her final minutes of drowning while Penelope sliced the remaining ropes from her body.

“Are you going to be okay?”  Penelope leaned over the gasping and hacking woman.

“Don’t let her get away…” was all that Kat managed to cough in between fits.

Penelope was momentarily torn, getting the Dairy Queen was important, but so was making sure Kat would be all right.  She continued to hold her shoulder and supported her until the coughing started to subside and could hear Kat’s lungs starting to clear the fluid.

Kat sat up and looked at her, “Go, I’ll be fine, but don’t let her get away…” she wiped her arm across her face.  “She probably went to call, whoever is supposed to get the bull and have more people sent out here to take care of us before we get too far.  Take her down and get the bull back.”  Kat pushed Penelope away.  “Really, I’ll be okay, but if you don’t stop her now this will go on forever. Go.”

Reluctantly Penelope got to her feet, Kat was right.  The Dairy Queen was too dangerous to leave loose while they were stuck on this remote farm. With or without her milkmaids she could call in other CrimeNet resources. 

The last kick Penelope had given Olga had been a good one, Penelope had felt the solid contact.  Olga wouldn’t be moving too quickly after a hit like that.  She wasn’t in the rafters any longer so Penelope started looking around the out buildings.  After her and Kat’s experiences at S&M Ice Cream, Penelope was very wary of booby traps as she checked around the farm.   She did come across some pungi-stakes and a net trap that she spotted before she could be ensnared.

Olga finally turned up when Penelope reached the main house.  She was sitting on the floor of the kitchen clutching her side and trying to get a signal on a cell phone. 

“Not getting any bars Olga?”  Penelope didn’t make any move to stop her, Olga was down, covered in dirt from her trip from the barn.  Blood trickled from her mouth and from her labored breathing Penelope could tell she probably had a punctured lung.  Penelope pulled the phone from Olga’s weak grip.  “You don’t mind if I go first do you?  The reception is a lot better if you don’t hold the phone down by the cast iron sink.”

“I’m going to really enjoy killing you Miss Young-Jugs and that nice piece of Asian pussy…”  Olga was panting hard.  Even standing next to her, Penelope could hear the fluid rattling in her lungs. 

“As soon as you get released from the prison infirmary you can feel free to try.”  Penelope dialed the State Troopers.  This time she talked to the watch commander, who she had met in her alter ego of Felicity Fesseler, and made sure the call hadn’t been intercepted.  After she got off the phone she unsnapped the battery just to make sure it there weren’t any GPS features that might home the milkmaids or some other CrimeNet figures into their location. 

She dragged Olga to her feet, scooping up the large purse that had been lying open on the kitchen table.  It rustled with the clang of metal on metal, “A few more of your toys, Olga?”  Without a hint of sympathy Penelope forced the injured woman back out to the barn.  Kat was sitting up and aside from the occasional cough was looking pretty good for someone who had spent the last few days in dire peril and sexual torture.

“The real staties will be out here in about forty-five minutes.  Let’s make sure she doesn’t get loose again.”  Penelope pulled a set of irons from the bag.  They were basically four cuffs attached to a metal ring.  Despite Olga’s injuries, Penelope didn’t have the slightest guilt in chaining her in a hogtie.  The rest of the bags contents were what Penelope expected a good sadist to have in her purse, nipple clamps, bit gags, a studded metal dildo and an assortment of toys that shined of chrome and sharp edges but with no clear purpose.  Penelope shuddered to think what they might have been used for had she not landed that one final kick.  “You had better get to a hospital yourself, you came really close to drowning and all that milk in your lungs can’t be good.”

Kat started to say something to Penelope, but before she could form the words in her head, she grabbed the collar of Penelope’s blouse and pulled her in for a deep, hard kiss.  Penelope relaxed her mouth allowing Kat’s tongue to stroke her lips, probe her mouth.  Penelope kissed back, the tip of her tongue meeting Kat’s, dancing together.  Penelope felt Kat’s arms slip around her waist and pull her in for an embrace.  Penelope had been without a lover for a long time and wanted nothing more than to make love with the pretty agent right there and then.  She slipped her arms around Kat’s body and started to pull her in close.

Suddenly Kat pulled back.

“You had better go…”  She brushed the hair from Penelope’s face.  “The state troopers are going to be showing up soon, and you’re still wanted for murder…”

“Go get the Bovinar Calf and whoever put the Dairy Queen up to stealing it…”

Penelope leaned in and gave Kat another kiss, trying hard not linger too long.

“I will…” She fought the urge to stay with these beautiful almond eyes, knowing she had too leave.    

Before she left, Penelope went to the water tower she had used to attack the barn and found that she could release some of the water to shower off.  Despite her motorcycle accident and the hand-to-hand combat, her plaid micro-mini outfit had survived.  Not that she had much choice in the matter, but Penelope rinsed the dirt from the outfit, along with the rest of her body.  She was still hoping she might be able to get a hold of the Bovinar Calf before it permanently disappeared into the murk of the Buzzsaw underworld.

Reluctantly Penelope went to her bike and started off towards Buzzsaw.  The motion of the bike sent the wind through her damp hair and soggy clothing.  The chill hardened her nipples and the bike rumbled between her legs.  Kat was safe, the Dairy Queen was going to jail, and Danger Babe was driving straight into the mouth of hell… What more could a girl want?

 By S. Sneakly

Copyright 1996 by author

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