The Hotel Pt3

By Boomer

The Black Dahlia lay unconscious on the old print carpet, with the robe covering her shapely naked body. After removing the robe, Zeke carried the Heroine up to the bed, where he injected her neck with another of his special formulas. After a few moments Black Dahlia began to stir. "Oh, it must have stopped raining." Even though the sunlight streamed through the unwashed window, it was still cool in the room, so she pulled the sheet and blanket over her naked body to snuggle for a few more moments. Due to Zeke's injection Black Dahlia had no memory of the past hour's events, and thought she was waking from the night's sleep.

Martha entered carrying a robe, and towels. "I thought you might like one of my robes, since there is a chill in the air." She then went into the bathroom, hung the towels, and turned on the bathwater. After your bath, I'll have breakfast waiting." The tall gray haired lady exited.

"Wow, this has turned into a first class hotel." Entering the bathroom, she was surprised to see the suds rising almost to the edge of the large, old fashion tub. Then she lifted one of her long captivating legs into the water, "AHHH...just right." When her body slipped comfortably into the tub, she sighed. "I could stay here the rest of the day, but her thoughts were interupted by Zeke.

His voice echoed up the stairway. "Breakfast is ready."

It only took a moment to dry off, put on her sheer costume, and cover it with Martha's robe. "I'll be right down." The aroma almost overwhelmed the Heroine as she entered the dining room. "It smells delicious."

"Martha is an excellent cook." He poured some coffee. "Why don't you try your cell phone again, it might have been the storm that messed up your signal."

Black Dahlia slipped the phone off her belt, and dialed. "Hey, it works." She waited a moment. "Let me talk to the Director." Another wait. "Hello Don, I had car trouble, and spent the night in a quaint old Hotel. Can you send a tow truck for the car, and have Siren to pick me up?."

"I'll send Ralph with the limo." The Director protested.

"Why him? I need to discuss some things with Siren and the ride will give us a good chance to talk." Black Dahlia argued. "She's not busy now, is she?" Black Dahlia then gave directions to where she was staying.

Zeke couldn't believe his good luck. "Is someone coming to pick you up?"

"Yes, a good friend of mine. She's one of the Sisterhood." Replacing the cell phone she then finished her coffee. "My boss at the Aerie directs the Super Heroines in our effort to fight crime. I'm the Black Dahlia, and you're about to meet the Siren." Black Dahlia noticed her eyes getting heavy. "I feel very tired...You..uhh..you put something in my coffee?"

"Yes, I'm afraid that I did." He reached into his pocket, pulled out the little wriggling Garter Snake, and got up from the table.

In Dahlia's mind, the tiny snake was as big and menacing as a boa constrictor. She jolted backwards, knocking the chair off its legs, and went tumbling onto the floor. She scrambled to her feet, but Zeke was now next to her with the garter snake. "Get that away from me." Her words were a bit slurred.

Zeke pinned the Super Heroine to the wall by merely playing on her inate fear of snakes. "You seem a little tired." He watched her eyes begin to flutter, her arms droop to her sides, and those lovely shaped legs wobble, then turn to jelly. The enchanting young Heroine slid down the wall until her rear end hit the floor. Her head remained looking upwards for a few minutes, and then it fell forwards, sending the limp body sideways. "Martha I'm taking our guest to the basement." The old man carried the Black Dahlia into the cellar, where there were several cages containing skeletons. Placing his beautiful burden onto a padded table, he strapped her limbs to it merely as a fomality, because her real restraint was a chemical cream he rubbed on her top lip. The constant chemical fumes entering her nose would be more than enough to tame the Super Heroine's urge to awaken. "Now to prepare for our other guest."

To be cont.