The Perils of Wonder Babe
The Welcome Inn
By Boomer
Darlene was heading back to the main office, when
the engine of her Jag started to sputter. "Oh no, I'm late already."
Just ahead was a ramp leading off the highway, so she took it, hoping to find a
garage, or perhaps a gas station. However, she found herself on a lonely road,
leading to who knows where. " I'd better turn around before I get lost in
this wilderness." Then the engine coughed for one last time and quit.
"Uh oh, what do I do now?" After drifting over to a dirt siding, she
pulled out her cell phone to experience the final frustration. "No signal
available. Here I am stuck on a dark, lonely road in the middle of nowhere,
with a broken car and no phone." As she sat pondering what her next move
would be, a pair of headlights appeared in the distance. "Maybe I can get
some help after all."
An old pick-up truck rumbled along the cracked
asphalt road, clanking loudly as it approached the disabled Jag. "Hey,
Ma'am, need some help?" Wearing a pair of dirty cover-alls, frazzled blond
hair, with a red kerchief sticking out of his back pocket, the young man
approached Darlene, who was sitting on the hood, her beautiful long legs
exposed to view.
"My car broke down, and I was looking for a
garage." She smiled winsomely, at the strangely handsome man.
"You won't find one around here. The closest
one is in Clarksburg, about seven miles that-a-way. Pointing in the opposite
direction, he smiled back. " I can take you to the Welcome Inn, that me
and my brother own. You can contact a tow truck from there." Then he
opened the trucks passenger door. "Hop in."
Darlene jumped off the hood to climb in the old
rickety truck. " Are you sure this thing will make it to the Inn?"
She laughed, looking around at the torn seat, rusty dash board and windows so
dirty it was hard to see outside.
"Ma'am, I'm not the one stuck on the side of
the road." He grinned as they headed down the road. The headlights finally
came upon a dilapidated sign with the faded words Welcome Inn barely visible.
He turned into a gravel driveway, stopping at the front door of an old frame
two story structure. "We're here. I'll fix a cup of coffee, while you
contact the garage."
Careful not to fall through the rotting porch
floor, Darlene followed the man inside. She was surprised to find the place
quaint, but very clean and well kept. "I like it here."
"Me and my brother try our best to keep up
the old Hotel. Since they put in the new Highway a few years back, we haven't
had many guests." He went into the kitchen, to start brewing the coffee.
" Phones on the wall over there, and you'll find Mack's number on the wall
next to it."
While the man busied himself, Darlene dialed the
number for Mack's garage, but only received an answering machine message that
it would reopen at nine tomorrow morning. "They're closed." She
declared as she hung up.
"Of course. I should have remembered that he
closes at six." After pouring the drinks, he brought them to the antique
wooden table. "Make yourself comfortable. I'm Paul and my brother 's name
is Peter." Siting across from the very attractive guest, he smiled.
"No, we don't have a sister called Mary." Laughing at his little
attempt at humor, he peered over his cup, as Darlene's eyes became heavy.
"I seem to be very tired." She said,
slurring her words. "Suddenly I'm so sleepy." Her eyelids fluttered
as she tried to keep them open. "Soooo...weak." Dropping the cup onto
the table, Darlene began drooping her head forward and jerking it backwards,
fighting off the drowsiness. "Musss...staaa..awaaa....uhhhhh." Losing
the fight, her breasts slumped against the edge of the table, her head tilting
forward, and her arms dangling almost to the floor.
"HEY PETER, WE HAVE ANOTHER GUEST."
Paul yelled into the basement stair well. "Help me carry her down
stairs." An exact duplicate of Paul entered the kitchen, to grab the
woman's legs, lifting them in the air, while his twin brother took hold of her
from under the arms. Then raising her off the chair they carried the
unconscious woman down the steps into a sterile room, where they laid her on an
operating table. Peter then took pleasure in undressing the young woman. When
the man finished, Darlene lay on the table, naked with her arms and legs
strapped down.
"That should do until morning, Paul."
After double checking the leather restraints, both men climbed the stairs to
the next level. "She's the best looking one we've had so far."
Her Amazon metabolism soon threw off the effects
of the drug, allowing Darlene to recover more quickly than the twins suspected.
"Ooohhh..what..happened?" Her arms wouldn't move. "I'm strapped
to some kind of table." Then she remembered the kitchen, the dirty young
man, and the coffee. "He must have drugged the coffee." When her
eyelids stopped fluttering, she focused on the surroundings. "I'm in some
kind of laboratory." Everything was white and sterile. "I need to get
out of this." The Amazon concentrated on the secret words until suddenly
there was a flash of light, replacing the naked blonde with a costumed
brunette. She then broke the restraints with ease, jumping off the table, and
sneaking up the stairway. "No one's in the kitchen, so let's see what the
rest of the place looks like." It was dark in the connecting hallway, but
there was a light in a room at the other end. "This must be the
parlor." There were two figures sitting in chairs next to the fireplace.
"Whew, thought somebody was there for a moment." When she investigated
further, the figures appeared lifelike. "They look so real." Wonder
Babe whispered aloud.
"They are real. That's my Mom and Dad."
A voice sounded from behind. "This is their place, but me and Peter take
care of it for them." Paul walked over to where the magnificent maiden
stood in her skimpy attire. "Who
are you? And where'd you come from?" The Heroine was caught off guard by
the man's demeanor, as well as his clothes. He was immaculately dressed in a
maroon silk robe and leather slippers. He carried a meersham pipe in his right
hand and a book in his left. "I don't recall you being a registered
guest."
"Paul, the woman has escaped." Peter
ran down the hall, not realizing Wonder Babe was in the parlor. "Ooops, I
didn't know someone else was here."
"You said a woman has escaped." Wonder
Babe commented. "And what woman would that be?" She stood placing her
hands on her hips.
Peter stared at the gorgeous Amazon, dressed in a
red and gold strapless bustier, blue thong panty with a single white star in
the front, and a broad white belt arounf her thin waist. She was six feet tall,
but seemed even taller with her three inch high heel red and white boots. The
brunette, her breasts nearly spilling out of the gold trimmed bustier, and her
finely honed legs spread apart, stood menacingly with her hands on hips.
"I, uh, I was talking about one of our guests. She skipped out without
paying her bill."
WHOPP!! "AAAGGHHHG" Suddenly Wonder
Babe's head exploded with pain as a black jack came crashing down on the back
of her skull. Her eyes then filled with whirling stars. Her legs turned to
rubber, sending the Heroine collapsing into Peter's arms. She then lay against
his body, trying to recover from the vicious surprise attack, while Paul walked
to the Armoire, took out a brown bottle, soaked a cloth with its contents, and
turned to approach the stunned Wonder Babe. By then she had enough strength to
push Peter into the hall, then whirl to attack Paul. "MMMPPHHH"
However, he stuck the rag in her face, then wrapping his other arm around the
charging Heroine's waist, forced her head backwards. With both hands she shoved
Paul, until he stumbled over the coffee table.
"Oh no you don't." Peter slipped his
arms under hers, but before he could lock his hands behind the Heroine's head,
she spun, throwing the man sideways to the floor. Wonder Babe stood staring at
him, until Paul once again pressed the damp cloth over her nose and mouth.
"MMMPPHHHH" She grabbed his hand with
both of hers, pulling the cloth away, and staggering backwards. Peter then
lunged, grabbing the woman around the legs, knocking her to the floor. While
Wonder Babe lay stunned from hitting her head, Paul jumped on top to force the
cloth back onto her mouth, but when he leaned over, a fist came out of nowhere,
smashing against the side of his head. He and Peter decided they had enough, so
they fled up the stairs, leaving the dazed Heroine lying on the floor, trying
to recover. "Unnnnnnn..feel so dizzy. This is tougher than it should be."
Getting up, she followed them. Room by room Wonder Babe searched, finding te
Hotel completely deserted. but with wax figures of women in each of them.
"Where did they go?" As the intrepid Heroine looked around ,checking
the walls for a secret panel, dhe suddenly felt the floor drop out from under
her. She fell with her arms stretched overhead, until hitting the soft floor
below, where her legs sank up to their knees in sand. "Ohhh..I can't pull
out of this stuff." Struggling helplessly, trying to lift her legs, she heard
a hissing sound. "Ohhh no, sounds like gas." A cloud came from the
ceiling of the now closed tiny room. "Can't believe these two yokels have
bested me." Still trying to lift out of the sand, her head started to feel
dizzy. "Have to break out of here." As the Heroine pounded on one of
the sides, another side slid upwards, revealing a glass window with the
brothers laughing at the struggling Wonder Babe.
"Who do you think she is?" Paul asked.
"I don't know, but she'll make a wonderful
addition to the Hotel guest list." Peter smiled.
"LET ME OUT OF HERE!!" She used a lot
of energy by turning in the sand to face the window, and pounding on the glass
had no effect. Wonder Babe stared at the sneering faces, becoming blurry, and
then turning dim. "I can't let them defeat me." Weakened so much by
her efforts and the anesthetic gas, she flopped over onto the sand, where she
stayed letting the darkness overwhelm her senses.
"OK Paul, let the sand out of the box."
Peter stood watching the gorgeous woman slowly sag to the floor, as the sand
oozed out the bottom. Both of them lifted the limp body, to carry her into the
Lab. "Who is this woman? We have to find out." Paul insisted. He went
to one of the cabinets, withdrawing a syringe, then filling it with a greenish
liquid. "Maybe this will tell us who she is." Inserting the needle
into one of her veins, he stood next to the table to watch.
"Unnnn..where am I?" Her eyes opened
with a glossy stare. She didn't make any effort to move as Paul talked to her.
"You are here with friends. I need to know
who you are." He smiled as he held her hand. "Tell me your
name."
"I am Wonder Babe. I am a crime fighting
Super Heroine." She continued staring straight ahead.
"How did you get here?" Paul asked.
"You brought me here." She droned on in
a monotone. "I was Darlene Peterson, until I transformed.
Stunned by the statement, Paul continued.
"Can you transform back to Darlene?"
"Yes. I just need to say the secret
words." The drug was weakening, so Wonder Babe started fighting it.
Peter Chimed into the conversation. "We
don't want her to go back. I like her like she is." He set up the IV.
"Let's start the procedure." He said, placing the IV needle into her
arm. Before Wonder Babe recovered fully, from either the anesthetic or the
truth serum, Peter turned the valve. Even though the Super Heroine wasn't
completely conscious, she could feel her body begin to grow cold.
"What are they doing to me. Can't move. Feel
so cold. My legs have become numb. It's sooo cold. Help, please someone
help." Her whole body turned numb. Then her mind became confused as her
vision became blurred. She lost the function to think, and then there was
darkness.
"Let's put her in the parlor, with her hands
on her hips. She looks so sexy that way." Peter suggested. The two men
stood the wax figurine, that looked so life like in front of the fireplace.
Dressed in the gold trim red bra and star dotted blue thong, Wonder Babe could
be mistaken for being alive.
"Peter, Paul, are you guys here?" A
tall handsome, elderly man entered the Hotel. "There you are." He
spotted the twins admiring their latest creation. "When the asylum told me
you had escaped, I knew you'd head here." Then he looked closely at the
wax figure standing next to the fireplace. "Oh no, not again. I told you
not to do this anymore."
"You didn't mind when we did it to Mom and
Dad." Peter complained.
"It's OK to preserve dead bodies, but not
live ones." He walked over to the wax Wonder Babe. "How long has she
been like this?"
"Less than an hour." Paul replied.
"Then it's not too late. Take her down
stairs, and give her the antidote." Uncle Phil insisted. It took less than
an hour to reverse the process, leaving Wonder Babe unconscious, but alive on
the operating table. "Now redress her." Pointing to the pile of Darlene's
clothes.
"But Uncle Phil."
"Don't argue, just do it." The Uncle
demanded. He then had the twins drive the woman to the disabled Jaguar. After
that was accomplished, Mack towed the car to his garage, and the EMT notified
to pick up Wonder Babe, dressed as Darlene. Several hours later, the Heroine
awoke in the local medical clinic, with no memory of how she got there.
"Ohhhhh...wha happened? How'd I get here?" She was still dressed in
her Darlene alter ego, but felt her Amazon strength surging through her body.
"I don't understand...Where's my Wonder Babe costume?"
Meanwhile the twins were back in the Asylum.
"I sure liked that last one." Paul said.
"Yeah, we gotta get outta here and find that
beauty again. This time I'm gonna screw her."
The End?