Seeking to find a cure for her unstable growing and shrinking Elvira Peterson had gone to the two children responsible for her plight, Jeremy and Helga Carrion. Jeremy tracked the problem to malfunctioning Nanites that were still in Elvira's body. He proposed telleporting one of the nanites out, fixing it and then putting it back in to fix the others. But just as the telleportation process began something went wrong and Elvira, still shrunk, vanished.@1998 bySkytower
Elvira and the Whitch's kids
Part 10
Right place, right time, wrong size
Reality enveloped Elvira with silence. For a moment the shrunken babysitter hung suspended in mid-air, then she fell. The first thing Elvira did after she got air into her lungs was to thrust that air out again, using it as power for a full power scream. No sound was heard. Elvira hit the floor before she could scream again. She lay there for a moment, the breath knocked out of her. Then something huge and black landed beside her. Panicked Elvira ran, bumping into things both solid and soft. For one of the few times in her life the young girl new nothing but blind terror. It was the fear of a pure nightmare, she had to get away, run... hide.
A flash of light froze her in place. She stood staring at the skull shaped castle before her. It was a castle from her darkest dreams. Ivory white teeth with glowing green moss formed the main gate. The stones that made up the walls were smooth and dark. So dark they seemed to draw her soul into them.
For a few minutes the babysitter stood perfectly still, paralyzed with fear. Gradually her eyes adjusted to the dim light. The anxiety faded. A few more flashes of what she now realized was lightning lit up the room. The skull shaped castle turned out to be a model. She recognized it, Castle Death from the TV show Death Whisper (a Saturday morning show she watched, (and taped) but always denied watching). Elvira realized she was in a girls room. A room for two girls, judging from the two beds and toys scattered about. She wasn't alone.
Someone else had teleported in with her. To tall and thin to be Jeremy or Helga. In the dim light Elvira saw a girl, perhaps her own age, wearing a baggy shirt and pleated skirt. At her foot was a bag. The unknown girl had stood still for as long as Elvira, but now she reached into the bag and pulled out a flashlight. It snapped on silently and a beam of light moved across the room. Elvira froze as the light hit her. But she was wearing a white blouse with long sleeves, short white skirt with a wide blue leather belt and white go-go boots. It was a leftover Malibu Stacy outfit and it did make her look like a doll. The rest of Elvira was normal looking of course, with brown eyes, high forehead and slight but pleasing figure. The beam passed over her, moved across the rest of the room, revealing little of importance. The girl in the skirt shut off the flashlight and put it into the bag. Then she took something else out and slowly crept toward the sleeping girl.
Elvira was torn. Should she do something? Did she need to do anything? Was there anything she could do?
The girl in the pleated skirt reached the bed, paused for a few moments and then punched the sleeping girl in the stomach. The sleeping girl awoke, bolting upright. As soon as her head left the pillow the girl in the skirt slapped something onto it. Elvira couldn't see what it was in the dim light, but whatever it was the girl in the bed wanted it off. While she struggled with it the girl in the skirt grabbed something else from the bag and attacked.
She charged the bed, only to be met by a nice right cross. The right cross was followed by a flying tackle and both girls rolled around the floor tearing at each other.
Scrambling for cover Elvira ducked into the castle and stumbled up the stairs to the second floor. Pushing a Mr. Mean doll out of the way she watched the fight. The girl who had been sleeping was throwing rights and left like crazy, but few of them were connecting. The girl in the skirt avoided the blows, skillfully parrying them. Every so often she would retaliate with a blow to the stomach. Enraged the girl who had been sleeping grabbed a chair and raised it over her head. The girl in the skirt ducked under the chair and wrapped her opponent in a bear hug.
The gagged girl broke away from the bear hug, only to have a couple of more punches thrown into her stomach. She staggered back, only to be grabbed by the hair and pulled into the bear hug again.
The amazing thing was Elvira still couldn't hear a thing. The two fighters were knocking furniture over, and the girl looked like she was making a lot of noise through her gag, but the room was as silent as a church.
The gagged girl broke free from the bear hug but she was getting winded. From experience Elvira knew how hard it was to fight with a gag. All to soon you ran short of breath.
The girl in the skirt seemed to know it too. Her leg shot out and her foot hit the gagged girl in the stomach, doubling her over. The leg shot out again, hitting just bellow the knee and the girl fell to the floor. The girl in the skirt pushed her down and then wrapped both her legs around the gagged girls waist. then she linked her ankles completing the classic scissor hold. Slowly she started to squeeze. The girl in the nightgown hit back, pounding as best she could with her fist, but she was already out of breath. It took a few minutes, but like an air mattress with a hole in it she sagged, shook, then lay still.
Once her victim was helpless the girl in the skirt released her. Then she got up and walked over to the wall. Light flooded the room as the overhead was turned on, giving Elvira her first real look at the combatants. The victor was stocky, her shirt at least a size to big for her. Her skin was sickly white, and her hands were stained with faded yellow. Her hair was dull brown, cut short and not cut that well either. It hung on a face that was sharply, almost painfully pinched.
A witch in training if there ever was one, Elvira decided.
Skirt-girl walked over to the bag and pulled out a small cube. She pushed a button on it and immediately sound could be heard in the room. Elvira heard the rain falling outside, the sound of a radio in the next room.
Man that's something I wish I had, Elvira thought, thinking of her sisters Hanson tapes.
The girl on the floor was slimmer than her captor, though it was hard to tell because of the diaphanous nightgown she was wearing. She had a pretty face, wide eyes, full cheeks and pug nose. The ball gag in her mouth gave her a cartoonish look.
The girl in the skirt started to laugh. It was an obscene titter of merriment, a fingernails-on-chalkboard sound that caused a chill to run down Elvira's spine.
"The great Mary Marvelous." the girl said, roughly rolling Mary onto her stomach. Mary moaned slightly in response. "Did you think I wouldn't find you?" Taking hold of the sleeves of Mary's nightgown the girl tore them off. "Georgia Sylvana is certainly smart enough to find the name: "Mary Batson" in a phone book." She said the first name as if it was a title, as if the world should bow. "Getting your own phone was your undoing."
Mary was slowly waking up, but Elvira doubted she could do much good. Georgia pulled both Mary's arms behind her back and fitted them into a leather single glove, hooking it over her neck. Sitting on Mary's legs the girl laced the glove up. Mary was fully awake now, but her squirming did more to amuse Georgia than free her. With the single glove secured Georgia rolled Mary over and sat on her legs. An evil smile lit her face as Mary twisted and pulled, completely helpless.
"Like my new toy?" Georgia asked, holding the cube in front of her face. "I call it a sound nullifier, it deadens sound in a given space." Putting the cube down Georgia pulled Mary to her feet and threw her onto the bed. "Couldn't have you saying Shazam now could I?"
Why not, Elvira wondered. She didn't really read the papers, and living in the mid-west she didn't know much of super hero's. She had heard of them of course, every few months it was on the news about one or another of them saving the planet. It was often a mystery to Elvira why they kept facing the same foes all the time, and why they all seemed to love the East Coast so much. And for that matter why everyone wanted to rule the planet. If they really wanted a challenge Elvira declared (on more than one occasion) they should try babysitting. She had heard of Mary Marvelous of course. All American Girl, teen heartthrob, example for all.
Well almost all. When her mother had brought Mary Marvelous up as a roll model, Elvira pointed out that roll models wear pants if they fly, not skirts. Underwear wasn't supposed to be seen that easily. The argument and fight that had resulted was still a legend in the Peterson household.
All of this flashed through her mind as Georgia took a rope from the bag and tied it around Mary's neck, then to the top of the brass bed.
"I wondered," Georgia said, taking a tripod out of the bag, "just what I could do to you. I could kill you of course, but where's the fun in that." With practiced ease she set the tripod up. "I could cut out your vocal cords, but that old wizard could probably heal you." She pulled a camera out of the bag and turned toward the helpless girl. "But blackmail..." Trailing off she took the picture.
Mary panicked then, lurching and squirming so much she nearly choked herself to death. Georgia laughed with evil glee and leapt onto the bed, holding her down. Elvira ran down the stairs, only a dim idea floating through her mind. There was one thing she did know though, Georgia was the villain. Even if she wasn't a true super villain (didn't they all have to wear silly or sexy costumes?), she was still the villain. Besides having been tied up enough times herself, Elvira had a soft spot for other abductees.
"Keep struggling and I'll kill everyone in this house." Georgia declared. Mary stopped struggling immediately.
Georgia walked back over to the tripod and set the camera on it. Then she pushed a button.
Mary's eyes never left those of her captor as Georgia walked back over and climbed on the bed. She sat on Mary's legs, pinning her down. Then reached up and started to unbutton the nightgown. Silently and deliberately she undid the garment, until it was unbuttoned to the waist. Then she pulled it open. Mary's breast, thrust out because of the single glove appeared. They weren't extra large, but they were plump, with dark brown aureoles. Georgia massaged them, enjoying Mary's look of revulsion.
"Still soft." Georgia after a few moments of kneading the breast. She kept it up for a few minutes, enjoyment slowly giving way to frustration. "I want them hard for the camera."
Mary shook her head, her eyes blazing.
"This isn't turning you on at all is it?"
Again an angry shake of the head.
"Strange." Georgia leaned back, a look of puzzlement on her face. "According to the Joker, Batgirl gets pretty hot from this. Cheetah tells me that Wonder Woman is like a whore on steroids when she gets caught. But that's allright." Georgia said, reaching into the bag. "I have these to really get your tits up."
Taking the nipple clamps Georgia put one on each of Mary's breast. Then she took a small piece of string and tied each clamp to the top of the bedpost. Elvira cringed in sympathy as Mary was forced to arch her chest up even more. Elvira's own nipples were extra large, and thanks to Bud Bundy she knew how much nipple clamps could hurt.
"That's a digital camera." Georgia said, starting to unbutton the rest of Mary's nightgown. "Once I'm done here tonight I'll have a lot of internet ready pictures." The nightgown fully open she pushed it wide, revealing a set of white underwear. "So if I ever hear about Mary Marvelous stopping another crime." Georgia took hold of the underwear and slid it down Mary's legs. "Guess who goes on the net?"
Mary growled through her gag, causing her captor to laugh. The young girl was completely nude now, and did not resist as Georgia tied her ankles to the bed post, spreading her out. "Fuzzy." Georgia said, running her hands over the somewhat overgrown tangle of brown hair between Mary's legs.
We have something in common, Elvira noted, (noting as she always did that she always noticed small things in this sort of situation) Mary, like herself, had a stripe of hair, not the traditional "V" shape.
"Maybe I should give it a trim?" Georgia asked playfully. She reached over to the dressing table and picked up a hair brush. "Or style it?" Slowly she started to brush the hair. "Maybe some mouse?"
Mary's only response was another growl. Her captor laughed and continued to stroke her bush.
"I can't believe this." Georgia complained after a few minutes work with the brush. "You can't be that much of a girl scout."
Mary just glared at her, struggling a little against the ropes. Elvira herself was impressed, she'd been subjected to the almost the same type of torture (she refused to think of it as erotic arousal) and given in after the first ten minutes. But then Mary was a super hero, this sort of thing probably happened to her a lot.
Keep strong girl, she silently urged the bound teenager. Slowly and silently Elvira had searched the floor, looking for something she could use against Georgia. Even if she had been in the mood to masturbate, there was no way she could handle Georgia after a growth spurt. The trouble was Mary seemed to keep only harmless toys.
Damn, Elvira thought, just my luck she's politically correct, there's not an action figure in sight. If only she liked the Power Rangers.
"Well if that doesn't work," Georgia reached into the bag and pulled out a large feather, "this might."
Mary squeaked under her gag, and soon did much more. Her body was completely open to her captor, and Georgia soon found the sensitive areas. Aside from the traditional ticklish sights, under her arms, the souls of her feet, Georgia quickly found that the underside of Mary's breast were very sensitive. Held up and taunt by the nipple clamps they were still loose enough to quiver as the girl laughed.
Soon Mary was nearly eating the gag, her mouth opening wide in her attempts at laughter. At the same time Georgia's hand sneaked past the helpless girls stomach and began to stroke her vagina. Again there was no response.
"What the hell do I have to do? Georgia demanded of her captive. Mary lay on the bed, red faced, her nose flaring as she tried to get air into her lungs. "I want you hot!"
"Nmph ayy!" Mary shot back through the gag.
Georgia raised her hand back to slap the young girl, then stopped.
"Maybe I don't have to turn you on to torment you. Georgia smiled, running the feather over Mary's foot. Mary responded by laughing, or trying to. "There's always more than one way to torture, as my father used to say."
A grunt was her only response.
Georgia smiled. Reaching over she detached the camera from the tripod.
"I have 50 pictures of you in here, just waiting for the internet release." Mary growled, pulling at her ropes. Georgia placed the camera between the girls legs and pushed the shutter. "51 pictures."
Mary collapsed back on the bed, a look of despair on her face.
"With these pictures in my possession I've won." She put the camera into a pocket in her skirt. "And now I'll celebrate my victory." She took the feather and ran it lightly down from Mary's neck to her vagina. "I have all night after all." Her captive squirmed, trying to giggle. "You'd love to say Shazam, wouldn't you?" Mary nodded. "Well if you can say Shazam you win." Georgia reached up and took hold of the ball gag. "If you can say it."
A second before she pulled the gag out of Mary's mouth Georgia started to tickle her.
"Sha...ha, ha, ha..." Mary half shouted half laughed, trying to get the word out. Georgia laughed too, using both her fingers and the feather. "Sh...ha, ha, ha, ha, ammm, ha, ha....Shaz...ha, ha, ha...ammmmm!" Mary screeched/laughed in frustration.
What a dumb way to get your powers, Elvira thought. It could be worse she reflected, Mary might have to spin around, or wear a ring all the time or something, or even have to wear a suit of armor.
"Dar...ha, ha, ha, ha...yo....!" Mary tried to shout between laughs.
"Darn you?" Elvira whispered in amazement. This girl really was a girl scout.
"The great Mary Marvelous." Georgia said with delight, replacing the ballgag. Mary lay back exhausted, limbs trembling. Her chest heaved up and down and sweat covered her body.
Hang in there girl, Elvira urged silently. She had finally found a weapon. It wasn't much of a weapon, she knew that, but the shrunken babysitter had heard paper clips could be dangerous if handled incorrectly. It had taken all her strength to bend one of the edges straight and she silently crept back toward Georgia.
"I should have thought of this years ago." Georgia said, picking up a pair of siscors from Mary's dresser. "But even a Sylvana is not perfect." Mary whined in protest as Georgia started to snip away at her pubic hair. "Don't like that do you?" Georgia reached up and took hold of a lock of the brown hair on Mary's head. "Maybe I should start at the other end?"
This girl has spent too much time reading alt.sex.stories, Elvira reflected. She was under the bed and lined up, all she needed was an opening. She hoped it would be before Mary ended up bald. She watched as a lock of hair fell to the floor.
"Don't frown like that Mary." Georgia said. "I'll give you another chance."
"Sha...ha, ha, ha.....za....ha, ha, ha, ammmmmm!" Mary tried, to get the word out through the laughs.
"Tickle, tickle, tic...Ow!" Georgia interrupted her taunting as the paper clip spear was driven into her ankle. Forgetting all about Mary she reached down and grabbed Elvira.
"What...."
"Shazam!" Mary shouted.
Instantly there was a light flash of lighting in the room, accompanied by a clap of thunder. The shockwave threw Georgia and Elvira across the room and into the wall.
"I'll teach you..." Mary came after them her face a mask of murderous rage.
Georgia smiled, touched a control on her belt and vanished, taking Elvira with her.
What's worse than Babysitting? Being held captive by the Worlds Wickedest Girl that's what. What's worse than that? Having the Worlds Wickedest Girl mad at you. Vacations over though, so Elvira's going to be in limbo for another few months. Might have time to get back to Mindy though.NEXT