The Perils of Wonder Babe II

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. That's just great, I'm 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, with frazzled blond hair, and 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 placed them on 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 sipped the cup of surprisingly tasty brew.


Within a few minutes the young beauty became tired. "I'm having a hard time keeping my eyes open." She said, slurring her words. "Suddenly I'm getting very sleepy." Her eyelids fluttered as she tried to keep the heavy eyelids open. "Soooo...weak." Dropping the cup onto the table, Darlene's head sagged forward, and she jerked it back up, fighting off the drowsiness. "Musss...staaa..awaaa....uhhhhh." Losing the fight, her breasts slumped against the edge of the table, her head tilted forward, and her arms dangled almost to the floor.

"HEY PETER, WE HAVE ANOTHER GUEST." Paul yelled into the basement stair well. "Help me carry her downstairs." 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   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, slowly unbuttoning the white blouse, and then removing the short black skirt. 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 expected. "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?" 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 meerschaum 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 her bikini outfit. The tall, shapely brunette, her breasts stretching the red bra to its limit, while the tight fitting blue thong bottom appeared to be painted over her her firm round rear cheeks, stood with hands on hips and her long curvy legs spread apart. "I, uh, I was talking about one of our guests. She skipped out without paying her bill." Peter stammered his reply to the gorgeous female, as Paul maneuvered behind her.

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, pulled the cloth away, and staggered backwards. Peter then lunged, grabbing the woman around the legs, knocking her to the floor, and smashing her head against the low table. “UUNNGGHH!!” 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 the Hotel completely deserted, but with life sized wax figures in each of the rooms. "Where did they go?" As the intrepid Heroine looked around ,checking the walls for a secret panels, the floor dropped 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, so that pounding on the glass had no effect. Wonder Babe stared at the sneering faces, her vision 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 laid, 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 effect of the drug was lessening, so Wonder Babe started fighting it.

Peter Chimed into the conversation. "We don't want her to go back. I like her as 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 the anesthetic and 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 come back here." He then 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 downstairs, and give her the antidote." Uncle Phil insisted.

 

The wax Wonder Babe was placed on the operating table, and the antidote administered as the Uncle had ordered. It took less than an hour to reverse the process, leaving the gorgeous heroine unconscious, but alive. The twins then took the limp helpless heroine upstairs to the main bedroom, where she was tied spread eagle to the old four poster.

 

Oohhhh..wha..happened?” Wonder Babe slowly recovered to find she was naked and bound in a very vulnerable position. When her eyes focused on the surroundings, the twins came into view standing at the bottom of the bed staring lustfully at her. “NOOO...What are you going to do?” Several days later, the heroine woke up in an area hospital with no memory of what had happened or how she got there.