The Hotel Pt4

By Boomer


Zeke watched the sleek red sports car enter the gravel drive-way and stop in front of the old Hotel. The driver was a stunning brunette wearing a red, skin tight latex leotard, and white boots. What really caught his eye though, were the black fishnet stockings on her long shapely legs. When she knocked on the door, Zeke yelled out. "Come on in."

After entering she complained. "There's something sticky on that doorknob."

"I'm sorry about that. Won't you please come inside?" Zeke rose from his desk, to escort the visitor into the parlor. "Your friend is upstairs, and will join us in a moment." He pointed to the overstuffed chair. "Please have a seat."

Instead Siren roamed around the charming old room, looking at the antiques, but her eyes were diverted by a lone shoe lying at the end of the hallway. "That looks like Black Dahlia's shoe, but what would one of her shoes be doing next to that door?" Her suspicions were aroused when an old lady entered with a tray containing a cup of tea and some cookies.

"Here, my dear this might help." She handed the Heroine a damp towel, and then placed the tea on the table. "Your friend will be down shortly." Please have a seat while we wait for her."

Siren took the towel, but decided not to partake of the refreshments. With a little bit of rubbing, the sticky substance was quickly removed from her hand, but suddenly she felt a wave of dizziness come over her. "Whoa, perhaps I should sit down. Unnnfff." The Heroine was nearly swallowed by the huge over stuffed chair. "I feel a little strange."

"Oh, I'm sorry. It's probably my pipe. With the windows all closed up, the smoke gathers in the room." Zeke moved to tamp out his pipe.

"It's not the smoke. They've done something to me, but how." She sat back into the soft chair, holding her forehead. "Must have been the chemical on the doorknob. Where's Black Dahlia? Have they done something to her?" Siren felt very weak.

"Don't you feel well?" Martha picked up the cup. "Perhaps some tea will help."

"No tea." The Heroine slapped the cup out of Martha's hand, and then tried to stand, but fell back into the chair. In her weakened condition, she couldn't get any leverage. "What have you done to me?" She demanded.

The old lady chuckled to herself. “The naïve young thing doesn't realize it's the chemical in the cloth.”

Zeke nodded to Martha, who took a bottle of ordinary chloroform, then soaked a soft white cloth, and handed it to her husband. He approached the struggling Super Heroine. "I always thought you ladies would give me a hard time." He pressed the cloth over her face. “Never dreamed it would be so easy.”

"NOOMMMDDNNNTTMMMM" Siren's hands grabbed for the cloth, but they kept slipping off the old man's wrist. She was now just too weak to resist. “He's going to put me to sleep, and there's nothing I can do." Siren's mind became confused, as her vision blurred. "Pleeezze...I..c..can't...let...thisss...happ...uhhhh." Zeke watched her beautiful blue eyes roll back, and felt her body sag beneath him.

The old man kept the rag in place, while caressing her mammoth breasts. "Ohhh..these are really something."

Zeke, that's enough. Take her upstairs." Martha admonished his behavior towards the unconscious Heroine. "I'll be up to help in a few minutes. Keep your hands off her." She watched him lift the woman out of the chair and deftly throw her limp body over his shoulder. The old lady admired that slim athletic young woman as her shapely figure swung back and forth, and Zeke patted her firm round buttox.

It didn't take long for the old man to remove all her clothing, and then he stood peering down at this fine example of sexual sensuality. "Oh, what I could do if Martha wasn't here."

However, Martha was downstairs preparing the special chemical syringe. "I hope we know what we're doing by getting involved with these Super Heroines from the Aerie." She placed everything in the little case to take upstairs to the waiting Zeke. "He'd better keep his hands off that woman." She was so worried about her husband's wandering hands that she never noticed the tall gorgeous female figure lurking behind her.

Another Super Heroine from the Aerie named Prodigal had heard of the quaint old hotel with the weird old couple, and decided to investigate. But when she saw Zeke carrying her unconscious sister Heroine up the stairs, it was time to do more than investigate. First the old woman was incapacitated with a nerve pinch, and then she headed up the stairs to deal with the old man. The Auburn haired beauty crept silently up the old rickety staircase, and began searching the rooms for Siren. "There she is on that bed, but there's no sign of the old man." She said out loud to her self.

"He's standing behind you." Zeke boldly declared.

Prodigal whirled around ready for a fight, but only saw an old man hardly able to stand much less be a threat. "What are you doing to my friend" She grabbed the front of his shirt.

" I've done nothin' to her. The young lady fainted in the parlor, and I was merely tending to her." He began to shake. "Go in, see for yourself. I was gettin' a damp cloth for her forehead." After Prodigal released him, the Chemist went into another room placed plastic gloves on, soaked a wash cloth with his special knock out formula, and then went back to where Siren lay.

He was about to wipe the sleeping woman's forehead, when the other Super Heroine snatched the cloth away. "Let me do that." Prodigal refolded it, then started dabbing Siren head. After a few moments she turned to the old man. "Here, resoak this cloth with cold water."

Zeke then took a bottle of chloroform, and soaked another rag. "She should be ready for this by now." He re-entered the room, and noticed Prodigal was having some difficulty standing. Her legs became wobbly and was shaking her head in an attempt to clear away the sudden dizziness.

"What have you done to me?" Prodigal staggered against the wall.

"Nothing young lady, you girls must have eaten some bad food at the Aerie." He smiled, approaching the Heroine. Here, let me wipe your forehead." Instead he pressed the tainted rag over her nose and mouth. Too dazed to realize immediately what the old man had done, she inhaled the chloroform for a few seconds.

Panic quickly overwhelmed her, when she smelled the acrid sweet fumes. "NNNMMMMMM" Her protest was weak and ineffectual, as her hands flopped up and down. She slowly began to slide along the wall until her rear end hit the floor. "Ooohhhh....I...let...a...feeeble...ol...mannn..capture..meeee." Her emerald green eyes rolled back, her hands lay limply to the side, and those long lovely legs slid listlessly out in front of her.

Zeke lifted the limp Super heroine in his arms and laid her next to Siren. He took his time removing her clothes, while fondling every inch of her lovely body as it became exposed. "Where is Martha?" He wondered, and when the old man was through with the entertainment phase, he went downstairs to find out what happened to his wife.

In the meantime Siren stirred from her chloroform induced sleep. "Uhhhh..wher...am..I?" Feeling a warm naked body laying next to her, she rolled over, and through her hazy vision saw Prodigal. “What in heaven's name are you doing here?” She picked up the cool damp cloth lying next to her friend and started dabbing her forehead. Within minutes Siren felt the effects of the Chemists special solvent. “The room's spinning..sooo dizzzzzy...uhhhhh.”

While downstairs, Zeke revived Martha. "Hurry we have to go back to the bedroom." Zeke raced up the stairs, to be confronted by the cozy sight of two Naked Super Heroines wrapped around each other.

The Hotel Pt 5

By Boomer


Being surprised by the sight of the two Heroines embracing each other, the Chemist neglected to reinforce their condition with more chloroform. So when he went to inject Siren with the nightmare serum, she suddenly awoke. The Super Heroine was a bit confused, until she saw the needle in the old man's hand, and then reacted by tossing him against the wall. He groaned, dropped the syringe, and slipped down the wall, unconscious.

When Siren jumped off the bed, Martha hid in the closet, to wait for the super woman to go away. Siren was unaware of Martha, and made sure that Prodigal was beginning to wake, before she raced down stairs to the door where she had seen Black Dahlia's shoe. "This is hers." She commented , picking up the black high heel pump. Then opening the door, she was confronted by a long wooden stairway, leading into the darkness below, so she flipped on the light switch. However, when she stepped onto the first step, it slanted forward, along with all the other steps, turning the staircase into a ramp. At the same time the floor at the bottom opened to reveal a large soft sandy pit.

When Siren hit the pit, she sank into the sand up to her knees. "OHH NOO" She struggled to pull her legs out, but couldn't. The more she wriggled and pulled the deeper she sank. "What kind of diabolical trap is this?" Not only was the Heroine slowly sinking in the sand, but she began to feel weak and dizzy. The sand felt damp to the touch, and Siren could feel some kind of chemical seeping into her pores. "Have to get free." She managed to fall forward to grab onto the pit's wooden edge, but by now the Super Heroine was too weak to pull herself free. "Feel sooo..strange...c..can't...get out." Siren had sunk up to her breasts, and panic set in. "HELP, PLEASE SOMEONE HELP!" Her arms flailed in the air, but that only tended to make her sink faster. When the sand reached her chin, her eyes had a blank stare, showing her resistance had faded. "This...is...the..end." Her head slowly disappeared below the sand, and her arms soon followed. No longer able to breathe, she succumbed to unconsciousness.

While the Siren was being suffocated Martha came out of the closet, and entered the other room, where Zeke lay on the floor. Racing to his side, she tried waking him before the other Heroine awoke, but As she knelt there shaking him, Prodigal began moaning. So the old lady had to do something. Searching hurriedly through the outer room, Martha found an old unused tranqilizer gun. Then she pointed it at Prodigal, fired, and waited for a reaction. Unfortunately it was not the one she expected, as the Super Heroine removed the tiny dart from her shoulder, shoved the old lady to the side, and staggered into the hall. Through blurry eyes Prodigal stumbled along, falling onto one knee, recovering, staggering some more, until she reached the stairway. Martha followed the young Heroine, and watched her tumble down the stairs, where she lay moaning sprawled on the floor.

"Ohhh..that..was..a..biggg...steppp..uhnnn." Stunned by the fall and dazed by the dart, the Super Heroine raised onto her elbows, to look at the hazy vision of Martha coming down the steps. Then she gave a deep sigh, before slumping back onto the floor, where her eyes slowly closed signaling her return to the land of nod.

Back in the basement the silent limp body of Siren was unaware that the sand was draining from the wooden container, leaving the Super Heroine still alive, but unconscious. With Siren in the container at the bottom of the steps, Black Dahlia strapped to a table nearby, and Prodigal unconscious on the floor upstairs, the old couple had managed to defeat three vaunted members of the Sisterhood of Super Heroines.

"Martha, we'll have to leave this" old place." Having recovered from his mistreatment, Zeke peered down at the defeated Super Heroine. "And we'll have to take the three ladies with us."
The old lady began packing, while the old man spent his time gathering the guests.

First, he bound Prodigal's naked body, and taped her mouth shut with his special chloroform tape. It worked by seeping into the pores around the mouth, entering the blood stream, and numbing the brain. The limp body was lifted and then carried to the van in the back of the house. The other two were in the basement.

Siren's beautiful naked form lay very still at the bottom of the sand container. "That's a very inviting sight." Observed the Chemist, as he flipped the light switch sideways, then watched the ramp disappear back into a staircase, and the floor of the container rose to the floor level. Zeke placed the tape tightly over Siren's sensuous mouth, bound her wrists and ankles, lifted the enticing body carefully in his arms, and then carried the limp Heroine out to the van.

Next was Black Dahlia, still strapped to the table, but struggling to overcome the chloroform lip balm, that the Chemist had applied hours ago. Unaware that this first victim was beginning to recover her senses, the old man confidently entered the basement, to take her out to the van. .....

I think I'll leave the rest of the story to your imagination. Does Black Dahlia manage to ruin the Chemist's plans, or does the old man once again manage to subdue the Super Heroine? That's fuel for another tale.


THE END?