Damsels in Distress

The heroines in this story are attractive , but are all in their fifties.

Damsels in Distress


Isobel McMurray lived in a quiet suburban community. Her husband had died several years ago, and her two children were grown and busy with their own families, so she was mostly alone. "I'm glad that rash was nothing serious." Coming back from the clinic, she had stopped by the store to pick up some groceries, and upon entering the font door the phone rang. "Hello Mildred. No it was nothing. The Doctor gave me some lotion, and said to check back with him in a few days."

"How about a bike ride this evening?" Mildred asked.

"Oh, I don't think so. I'm going to have dinner and watch the shopping channel." After exchanging a few more news tidbits, the women hung up. "I'm feeling rather tired tonight." The attractive brunette entered the bathroom, brushed back her hair, and sighed. "That gray is creeping along." Then she took off the blue tailored suit, stood staring at her shapely five foot seven inch figure in the full length mirror that hung on the closet door, and smiled. "Not bad for fifty-five." After slipping off her panty hose she threw on a robe, fixed a light dinner, and sat down to do some TV shopping. It wasn't long before she had to draw the shades and turn on the lights. "It gets dark early now." But before returning to the sofa, the doorbell rang. "Who could that be?" Isobel turned on the porch light to see a man dressed in a city worker's uniform.

"Sorry to disturb you Ma'am, but there's a reported gas leak in the neighborhood, and I have to check all the residences." He put down his tool box. "Can you please hurry, this is an emergency."
Isobel unlocked the door, letting the man inside. He removed some sort of meter from his tool box, and moved around the living room, and then proceeded to the kitchen. She never noticed the man sneak up behind, so she was surprised by the arm that wrapped around her waist, pinning her arms. When she started to scream, a hand thrust a rag over her mouth, which also covered her nose. "Don't fight it honey."

"NNMMMMPPHHH" Her eyes bulged with panic, as the noxious fumes wafted past her nostrils. "MMMMMM." Trying to break free, the woman kicked her legs wildly in the air, as she twisted within the man's firm grip, but he held firm. "HEMMMMM" Her protest began to diminish. She slowly fried to tilt her head back and forth in a last attempt at keeping from inhaling the chloroform. The man with the meter smiled, when he saw her eyelids grow heavy, and flutter, as she tried in vain to stay awake. Her legs dangled limply, nearly touching the tiled floor, and her upper body slumped forward, as the man took away the rag. He then turned her body around, placed his hand under her rear end, and tossed the woman over his shoulder.

"Good job, Leo." He threw his tool box in the back of the truck, his partner laid the unconscious woman next to it, and he followed her inside. The truck drove away into the night.

Margo Winfield entered her office the next morning, expecting to perform a normal days work, but that was interrupted by a phone call on her special cell phone. "Ultra Dame here."

"Margo, we have a problem. Another woman was reported missing this morning. That makes a half dozen on the East Coast in the past three weeks." The voice seemed very concerned. "We have established a common link. Just before each of them disappeared they had visited a Wel-Med Clinic in their area for various reasons."

"Oh chief, I have this terrible headache that I don't seem to be able to get rid of." Margo held her forehead.

"You got the idea, Ultra Dame. I suggest that you get someone to look at that headache right away." The connection was ended.

After advising her secretary that she was taking the off for the morning, Margo headed to the Wel-Med Clinic. The fifteen minutes she waited was mostly taken by filling out forms, and when she finally saw the Doctor, he had her completely disrobe. Admiring her shapely five foot ten inch figure, he seemed very impressed by the model like face, framed by the curly silver gray hair. "How old are you, Ms. Winfield?" After learning she was fifty-five, he inquired about her marital status, and if she had any close relatives.

"I'm single, Dr. Moore, and there are no close relatives still living." She sat on the edge of the bed, giving the man a good look at her comely legs. "Are you sure this prescription will take care of my problem? Managing to pull up the hospital robe even further.

He handed Margo his card. "If you have any questions, feel free to call me." He stood and started to exit. "Will you be going right back to work this afternoon?"

"Yes, I have a lot of things to finish." When he exited the room, she put on her clothes, and checked out. "If nothing happens, I'll go back and investigate the place later this week." Margo entered her office, which was on the sixteenth floor, and had a marvelous view of the downtown area. She was the Chief Executive of the Software division for Woford Electronics, the only woman executive in the company. A woman so gorgeous, she could easily be a model for Elle Magazine, but she had a secret. She was also Ultra Dame. A Strong and beautiful Super Heroine, who wore a deep blue leotard with a golden belt. In that identity, she was strong, fast, able climb walls, and jump extraordinary distances. Margo could transform into Ultra Dame by reversing the opal ring on her finger.

After a long day of exhausting meetings, Margo entered the elevator, that would take her to the nice new BMW convertible in the basement. "I wonder if the kidnappers will make a move on me tonight. It's really too soon after the last one."

Just before the doors closed, a man jumped in next to her. "It's been a long day." He said to her Not wanting to start a conversation, she merely smiled back. The man pulled a cell phone from his pocket, and upon opening it, a fine spray shot out towards Margo.

"OOHHHFFFF" She backed away until she felt a wall touching her. "What's happening?" Her arms were rigid at her sides, and her legs were stiff like solid pegs. "I can't move."

When the elevator reached the parking garage, the man whispered a command into Margo's ear. "Walk with me to the van." She felt helpless to resist. They went to the waiting van, he slid open the side door, and whispered for her to climb inside and lie down.

"Feel so strange. I have to do what he says. Have no will to resist." Ultra Dame's alter ego did as ordered, and then felt a soft wet cloth being tied over her nose and mouth. "Chloroform!!" She lay there on the floor of the van, holding her breath, trying desperately not to let the little man defeat her. "C..can't breathe the fumes. H..have...to..hold...out." Even though she wasn't Ultra Dame, Margo made a valiant effort not to give into the vapors.

When the man noticed she wasn't cooperating, he bent over close to her head. "Breathe deeply, my dear. Let the fumes enter your lungs."

Margo felt her will evaporate, and not being able to turn the magic ring, all she could do was inhale the deadly fumes. "Ohhhh...what are they going to do?" She felt consciousness slowly slipping away, as her vision blurred and then went dark. "Helllp...meeeeeuhhhhhh."

Damsels in Distress Pt2

"How was the flight, Vi?" A man in a white coat greeted the ambulance as it drove into the underground garage. Two men removed the gurney containing the unconscious Margo, and swiftly rolled it into the elevator.

"Everything was fine. How many do we have now?" The woman dressed in a black vinyl cat suit accompanied the doctor behind the gurney.

"We have enough to begin harvesting. Come and I'll show you." He stopped at the first basement level. "Take that one to the prep lab, I'll be along in a minute." The Doc and Violet entered an eerie room containing twenty five tubes, all but one with a woman's body inside. They were filled with a strange green gas.

"Are they alive?" Violet went down the aisle peering at the tubes.

"Of course they are, until we harvest their organs." With a weird look on his face the Doc followed Violet. "These women are worth a fortune."

When the elevator reached the third floor, the two men pushed the gurney containing Margo's unconscious body, down the hall to a door labeled Preparatory Lab. Inside they placed her onto a bed, then strapped a surgical mask over her nose and mouth. "Shouldn't we turn it on?" One of them asked.

"No, that's the Doc's job. He'll be here shortly." He began undressing Margo. "This one's in great shape for her age.

Peering down at the naked lady, the other man commented. "Man, she's in great shape for any age." He tried to remove her opal ring. "This thing won't come off."

"Well, leave it. I'm hungry, let's go." They left the gorgeous fifty-five year old Margo asleep on the bed.

By the time the two villains finished the tour of the women in suspended animation, Margo began to recover. "Oooohhh...what's that smell?..Ether!..Realizing her arms weren't restrained, she ripped off the surgical mask, and raised off the bed with a jerk. "Ooohhh...still a bit dizzy." Looking around the room, Margo wondered where she'd been taken. "Ooohh..these guys are good. That drug they used....wow."

Violet and the Doctor entered the elevator. "Let's see how our newest guest is doing?" He punched some numbers on a keypad, and they both checked the overhead monitor, as the car proceeded to the third floor. What they saw astounded them. The naked woman leaped from the bed, and then there was a flash of light. Standing in the middle of the room was someone in a skin tight blue leotard with a wide golden belt, black mesh stockings, black boots, and a black mask. "Where's that other woman?"

Ultra Dame pulled open the locked door with ease, and two men came rushing down the hall. Picking up the first man, she smashed him against the second one, causing both of them to fall unconscious onto the floor. Just then the elevator door opened behind her, and as she whirled around, Violet fired her gun, hitting the heroine in the arm. "OOWWW" Ultra Dame staggered backwards, falling over the prone bodies of the men lying behind her. "UNNFFFFF." Quickly recovering her balance, she ran down the hall with Violet chasing after her. "Have to escape...g..gatting..dizzy." She threw open the stairway door, then staggered down the first two steps, until she stumbled, falling onto the landing.

Violet swung open the door, and looked down at the hapless heroine. "You're mine now, woman." Firing her weapon once again, she missed, as Ultra Dame hurried down the next flight of stairs. Then she pulled that door open, but when she stepped into the hallway, two sets of arms grabbed her.

"Let me go." Ultra Dame struggled to free her self from their grip, as Violet entered through the doorway. Aiming her gun at the Heroine's chest, she started to pull the trigger when Ultra Dame used the two men holding her arms as leverage to kick the gun away with one leg and then smack Violet in the jaw with the other. Returning her feet to the floor, she then smashed the two men's heads together, but as she wheeled about to run away. "OOOHHHH!!" A fine mist hit her squarely in the face. Her arms fell to her sides like lead weights, and her legs stopped moving, as her deep blue eyes merely stared ahead.

"Follow me." The Doctor whispered into her ear, and then proceeded to the elevator, while Violet sat there watching in awe, as Ultra Dame followed him. When the doors closed behind them, the man whispered. "Kiss me passionately on the lips."

"This can't be happening." Ultra Dame grabbed the man on both cheeks, and then gave him a long wet passionate kiss. "Someone please help me." Her mind pleaded.

When they reached the prep room, he soaked a cotton pad with chloroform and handed it to her. "Take the pad and place it over your nose and mouth." The Doctor watched with amusement as the woman fought the command.

"I can't let this happen, I won't." She watched with terror as her hand holding the pad rose slowly towards her face. "No,no, please stop this." Her eyes widened, when the acrid sweet smell entered her nostrils. She tried desperately to move her head away from the approaching pad, but nothing moved except the hand holding the pad. "Ohh..please..I can't let this madman put me to sleep." She felt the cold damp pad cover her nose and mouth, so she held her breath. "It won't happen. I won't let it." He saw the man's eyes staring at her, and then a sudden swift hard punch to her solar plexus. " AHHHHHH!!" She gasped, inhaling a huge dose of the chemical. "Ooohh...noooo..feel so sleepy." She could sense the drug working through her system, and her resistance faded. "This..c..can't be happening to meee...I'm...Ultra Dame..uhhhhhhh." A long low sigh signalled the end.

He then took pleasure in removing the costume from the gorgeous shapely figure. He stroked the silver gray hair as she was layed onto the bed. He covered her nose and mouth with the surgical mask, turned the valve, and watched the firm round breasts rise and fall. "I'll have to figure a way to preserve that magnificent body after I harvest your organs." The IV was inserted into the vein in her arm. "That'll prepare you for the tube.

Damsels in Distress Pt3


"Pamela, I need you." The statuesque blonde closed the frosted glass door, that had Pamela Evans, Psychiatric Consultant printed on it. Then picking up her morning cup of coffee, she indicated to the receptionist to hold all calls, and proceeded into the inner office.

"Go ahead Chief. What's the problem?" Pamela was a tall very attractive Psychiatrist, who also performed as a Super Heroine.

"You've heard of the recent disappearances along the East Coast? Well they seem to be happening all over the country. I sent Ultra Dame to investigate the one lead we had and she also disappeared. I need your special talents to locate her." The voice seemed desperate.

"Where was she last seen?" The woman crossed her superbly shaped legs, sipped her hot coffee, and ran her fingers through her long speckled gray hair. After learning the places that Ultra woman had visited lately, she agreed to see if it was possible to locate her fellow Heroine. "Janice, please cancel my appointments for this morning." Finishing her coffee, she walked past the receptionist, and out into the hall. "This shouldn't take very long." Pamela was used to rescue the other Justice Organization Special Agents whenever they got into trouble. Her powers as Bella Donna, allowed her to locate them, and then teleport to the location. The ring each of the Super Heroines wore was the key to finding them. She would concentrate on the strange vibrations they emited keeping the women in their Heroine form, and then would teleport to that location.

Meanwhile Ultra Dame lay on the bed fighting the affects of the ether, as the IV filled her system with a chemical that would allow her to be placed in a suspended animation condition. "I'm sooo...weak. Have to move my head, and knock the mask aside." Her effort caused the ether to work against her. "Oooohh..loosing..conscious...uhhhh." Once again those deep blue eyes closed.

Suddenly a dazzling figure attired in a skimpy one piece red costume, appeared in the middle of the room. "This is not good." Bella Donna immediately unhooked the IV, and then removed the mask from Ultra Dames face. "Have to get you out of here. I don't have time to investigate."

"The man peering at the monitor was astonished by what he saw. "Where did that woman come from?" Pushing the alarm button, he jumped from his seat, and ran towards the prep room. "There's an intruder." He shouted.

Bella Donna scooped up the dazed Ultra Dame, touched her medallion and disappeared, only to reappear at her beach house located on the Atlantic Shore. She layed her fellow Super Heroine on the bed. "Chief. Mission accomplished."

"Not quite." The voice replied. "Where are the other women?"

"Chief, I'm only supposed to rescue the Organization members." Bella insisted.

"I understand, but we still don't even know where they were keeping Ultra Dame." He sounded frustrated. "They're probably moving the women as we speak."

"There's a clinic near here, and since I seem to fit the profile, I'll see if they'll take the bait." Bella Donna was about to hang up, when the Chief replied.

"You're right. I can't afford to jeopardize your special talents. Wonder Dame is in your area for a photo shoot, so I'll get her on it right away." He hung up.

At that same time, Doc was transferring the women to his alternate Laboratory on the Florida Gulf. "We'll start harvesting as soon as we set up at this location." The large semi rig backed up to the loading dock, and the back door slid open to reveal the twenty-five tubes, one of them still empty. "Roll them down to the holding room."

Ultra Dame recovered fully from the drugs. "That hypno drug they have developed is scary. I had to obey. There was no will to resist, and I was aware it was happening."

"If you're ready, I'll transport you back to your house." Bella Donna lifted her partner, and the two disappeared.

An hour later the Doctor received a call on his cell phone. "Doctor, this is Hector at the Daytona Clinic. I have a candidate if you're still interested." He transmitted a picture of a fifty year old woman sitting in the clinic waiting room.

"She looks good, but we're still not set up and ready for a new one just yet." He stared at the picture. "This one looks suitable, but it's too soon." Then his eyes locked on her hand. "That ring!! Oh my G*d, she's one of them." He almost went into shock. "Take her at the clinic. We can't wait to capture her later."

The young man was startled. "But I'm not experienced at that."

"Then get Elmo. He knows what to do." Hanging up, he yelled for Violet. "Get ready for another of those strange ones.

Melba sat in the waiting area, after filling out all the necessary forms. She was a model, and had been on a special magazine assignment at the Daytona race track, when the Chief called. Suddenly the beautiful elderly model complained of a stomach ache, and declared she must see a doctor. So the stunning tanned, gray haired woman, with a smooth unwrinkled complexion, entered the Wel-med Clinic. As she sat there reading a magazine, a man approached, took out his cell phone, and pointed it in her direction. Melba ducked as the spray advanced in her direction. She then kicked the phone from his hand, but when she was about to charge, a patient sitting next to her stuck out his leg, sending her sprawling onto the floor. The attacker raced out the front door, and when Melba regained her footing, she followed. Watching the man jump on his Harley and speed away, she felt helpless as she stared at the two flat tires on her Ferrari. But the Model twisted her opal ring, and in a flash there was Wonder Dame in a slim red halter, star studded skin tight blue shorts, and red boots. She sped over to the intersection, where a white mini-van was waiting for the light to change. Opening the driver's door, she yanked the man from behind the wheel. "Sorry, but this is an emergency." Before she could press her foot on the accelerator pedal, she felt a sharp sting in the side of her neck. "Ouch..wha..is..thaaa..uhhh?" Looking in the rear view mirror, Wonder Dame saw a man's face smiling at her. Her arms dropped to her sides, her legs became stiff, and her eyes stared straight ahead, and through the windshield the Heroine saw the motorcycle returning.

The face in the mirror brushed the silky gray hair aside to whisper an order into her ear. "Move over to the other seat." Wonder Dame was filled with panic, as she realized it was impossible to resist the order.

"What is happening?" Confused and dazed she could only sit transfixed on the road ahead, as the man on the motorcycle, climbed behind the wheel of the van, while the other man went into the back. She heard the driver tell one of the men to put her to sleep.

"No problem, I can hold my breath indefinitely." The man whispered for her to hold out the left hand, and then she felt something cold and wet. "Ha, they expect me to chloroform myself. Good luck fella." He whispered for her to slowly place the pad over her nose and mouth. To Wonder Dames surprise, she saw the left hand raise the pad towards her face. "What is this? I can't stop it. OH..NOO!!"

"Hey Elmo, look at the fear well up in her. She's obeying, and can't understand why." He chuckled as the pad moved ever so slowly towards her face, and he watched her captivating pale gray eyes bulge with panic.

"HELP, OH HELP ME!!" She silently screamed, as she saw the pad cover her mouth and nose, and smelled the first scent of her defeat. "I'll just hold my breath." Everything was fine until the man quietly whispered for her to breathe. "NOOOO...I have no resistance. Must obey." Her magnificent breasts began to rise and fall regularly, drawing into her lungs the terrible vapors. "I..C..can...t..staaaa..ohhhhhh." When the chloroform finally took hold, her body went limp, her head slumped forward, and she nearly slipped off the seat and under the dash.

"Leave her there, we only have a few more minutes to go." Elmo put on more speed as he crossed the state to the new Gulf Lab.

Damsels in Distress Pt4


Bella Donna was tracking the location of Wonder Dame, as she was being transported from Daytona to an ultra modern cement structure on Florida's Gulf coast. The van pulled into the underground garage, and the unconscious Super Heroine was dragged from the passenger seat, to be carried into an elevator. Waiting on the second level was the Doctor and Violet. When the door slid open they directed the two men carrying Wonder Dame to a small room containing a bed only. They strapped her down, and then placed a surgical mask over her nose and mouth. The Doctor turned on the ether before everyone exited the room.

"At least I know where she's being held." Bella Donna stated to Ultra Dame, who sat nearby marking it on a map. "Hello Chief. How long should we wait before making our move?" After hanging up, she turned to Ultra Dame. "He wants you to infiltrate the building and search for the missing women, while I teleport to Wonder Dame." They then prepared themselves to begin the assault.

Violet turned to the Doctor. "When do we begin the harvest of organs. I'm getting impatient to start the black market auction, so we can make some real money."

"I'm in the process of making us a fortune." He smiled as if he had a deep secret. Then he went into the monitoring room, which had banks of TV screens showing every nook and cranny of the building. "Joshua, keep your eyes open for anything unusual." He slapped the man on the back. "I'll be back later with my guest." Doc took the elevator to the main floor lobby, where he sat waiting.

It had become dark, so no one noticed the two Super Heroine beauties appearing in the small wooded area a few hundred yards from the huge concrete structure. They started to make a move towards the building, when a long black limo pulled up in front, and a man exited with what appeared to be two body guards.

"Welcome to my new Laboratory." The Doctor greeted his visitors, leading them into his private study. When everyone was comfortable, Doc poured them drinks. "Tonight should prove very interesting."

"I thought you told me on the phone, that you had something of interest to show me." The man in the strange costume, stated rather bluntly.

"Be patient, it shouldn't be long now." The Doc offered another drink, and some prepared snacks, and then a voice came over the intercom.

"Doc, you might want to take a look at this." After hearing the announcement he ushered his guests into the elevator, and then to the monitoring room. "You'll be able to see them on that monitor." Joshua pointed.

When the Doctor saw the two Super Dames approaching, he ordered the special arrangement for the room where Wonder Dame lay sleeping. "Now it becomes interesting." He offered chairs so they could see the action.

"Hopefully, we'll rendezvous in the basement." Bella Donna said as she disappeared from Ultra Dames view, and then reappeared next to the sleeping Wonder Dame. " Ohhhh...whas..happenin...unnnn." When she emerged, the invisible hyno-gas, that filled the room, rendered the Heroine as rigid as a pole, unable to move. "This is a trap...and Wonder Dame was merely the bait."

Smiling at the now helpless woman on the screen. "Let me show you the good part." He switched on the exhaust fan, expelling the gas from the room. They went down the hall to where the two Super Heroines awaited their fate. The Doctor entered the small room to whisper an instruction in Bella Donna's ear. The three men in the hallway were astonished by what happened next. The beautiful gray haired woman wrapped her arms around the Doctor, and then kissed him hard on the lips. After that demonstration of complete control, she walked past the three men, and entered another much larger room, where she sat in one of the chairs.

"This can't be happening. I have to fight this." She sat motionless, staring straight ahead.

"That's very impressive Doctor. What else can you make her do?" The man in the strange costume seemed extremely interested.

"Well Puppet Master, the effect of the drug lasts for only a short period of time, so I've concentated on the little game of making them chloroform themselves." He soaked a small pad with chloroform. "Here let me demonstrate." He made Bella Donna raise her hand, and then he placed the wet pad in it. His next instruction was for her to place the pad over her nose and mouth. The command to breath in the fumes was always delayed, to give the victim a sense of victory before the final defeat.

While the Doctor demonstrated his little game to the Puppet Master, Ultra Dame, had sneaked through the open garage door, then through a door at the end of the huge parking area. She quietly moved down a hallway to another door, which led to a series of rooms. Inside one of them, she was startled to see a naked woman tied to a wooden chair. "She must be one of the missing women." Ultra Dame quickly untied the unconscious victim, while at the same time trying to revive her.

The woman's eyes fluttered, then opened. When she saw the vision of Ultra woman crouched in front of her, the thankful woman reached out to grab the Heroine, but when her hand came down, it caused a sharp pain on Ultra Dames shoulder. "Ouch..what was..thaaaa." The Super Heroine didn't quite finish her question, as her senses went numb. She keeled over onto the ground at the feet of the naked prisoner.

"That my dear was one of the Doctor's quick acting paralyzing drugs." The woman went to the corner of the room to retrieve her latex cat suit and a small case. "Let me introduce my self." She turned the Heroine onto her back, and stared into the stunned woman's eyes. "They call me Violet." Pulling out a syringe from the case, Violet pushed the plunger to extract a small amount of liquid. She moved her captive's gray hair aside, felt for a vein, and then inserted the needle in the side of Ultra Dames neck. "Ohhh..I hope that didn't hurt."

"So stupid, how could I have fallen into this trap." The Heroine stared up at the woman she thought was a victim, and now realized had quickly turned into her captor. Her vision blurred, her eyelids became heavy, and then she felt her paralyzed muscles relax. "I don't...deser..the..title...Super...Heroine...ohhhhhhhh." Her head fell to the side.

Will the Puppet Master take possession of the Super Heroines, and what does he have planned?

Damsels in Distress Pt5


As the cloth approached her face, Bella Donna suddenly realized that her conscious mind was not controlling the muscle reaction, so the drug must have triggered a sub conscious response. She smelled the sickly sweet fumes getting closer, and she began to concentrate.

The three men watching her struggles against the self chloroforming, noticed her gaze change from panic and fear, to resolution, just before the Super Heroine disappeared. "What happened?" Asked the startled Puppet Master.

"I'm not sure." The Doctor responded, as everyone stared at the empty chair. He headed for the monitor room, but was stopped by Violet exiting the elevator with Elmo walking behind her, Ultra Dame slung over his shoulder. "Take her in that room." Pointing to the doorway, where the Puppet Master stood. "We have two of them, and I promise I'll have number three before dawn." Racing to the monitor room, he asked Joshua if he saw the Super Heroine pop up someplace.

"No sir, not a trace." The young man went back to scanning the monitors.

Meanwhile in Pamela's beach house, Bella Donna appeared in a wicker chair on the patio. "Great, now to contact the chief." However, her hand still held the chloroform pad, and it was still slowly moving towards her face. "OH NO..I managed to teleport, but the hyno drug is still controlling my muscles." The sense of panic returned, as the Heroine realized the inevitability she would put herself to sleep. "I must break the spell...ohhhhh." The chloroform vapors entered her nostrils. "Thisss..issss..wonderfuuul...uhhhhh." She felt her muscles begin to relax, she felt her body floating, and her vision blurred. "Soooo...sleeeep." The beautiful Super Heroine slumped backwards, her head hitting the back of the chair, as those long shapely legs stretched out in front. Then her arms fell loosely to the sides of the chair. Her mind drifted into the netherworld of dream land.

Inside the Cabana, two young men were rummaging through the rooms, looking for valuables. "Hey Carl. I thought you said no one was home."

"A woman owns the place, but she left a couple days ago." The little red haired punk stated.

"Well who's that gorgeous creature sunning on the patio?" The taller man stared through the patio doors. "Kind of a strange outfit for getting a tan."

The two men scanned the beach, but no one was around. "Wanna have some fun?" Reds searched the canvas bag they'd brought. "I got this can of mace." Sneaking behind the sleeping Bella Donna, they decided to attack. Reds grabbed her arms, while the taller man jumped in front to spray mace in her face. When there was no reaction, the two punks thought she was dead, but then realized the woman was merely unconscious.

"Maybe she's had a heart attack." The tall one suggested. "Let's put her in the truck and get her some help." He took her upper body, while the little guy grabbed her legs. On the way to the hospital they passed the local Wel-Med Clinic. "Hey Carl, let's drop her off at the clinic." They pulled into the parking lot, carried Bella Donna into the building, where they laid her on one of the sofas in the lobby, and then quickly left.

The Puppet Master admired the two sleeping beauties. "You did promise me three." He snarled at the Doctor, his hand carressing the naked form of Ultra Dame. "Make sure you pack the costumes carefully. They are an important part of the deal."

Doc directed Elmo to prepare the Heroines for travel. He was about to renegotiate the price, when his cell phone jangled. "Hello. Please not at this time Felix." He was going to hang up, but caught the word Super. "What? Shes there at your clinic?" He looked at the Puppet Master, and pointed to his cell phone. "I'll send Elmo to get her. Don't let her regain consciousness. She's tricky."

Felix hung up the phone, walked over to the sleeping Bella Donna, who was beginning to moan softly, and move her head from side to side. "Have...tooo..get...back." Her eyes started to flutter, and their focus returned enough to see a man in a white coat approaching her, needle in hand. "Nooo..don't..do...that." Turning over to avoid the drug, she fell off the gurney. "AAHHHH" Still too dazed to teleport , she shoved the stretcher against the Felix, knocking him backwards. Then stumbling towards the doorway, a surging pain rushed through her head. "UUNNNGGHH!!" All she could see was a firmament full of shooting stars. Her legs buckled, sending the Heroine onto her knees. "OOOHHHH." Felix recovered, grabbed the woman's hair to enable him to insert the syringe into a vein in her neck. Bella Donna never felt the needle, as her muscles relaxed. Felix placed his hands under her arms, while the nurse, who struck her, grabbed her legs, and they lifted the limp Super Heroin's body back onto the gurney.

That evening the three Heroines were secured into padded coffins, with surgical masks over their faces, feeding ether into their lungs. "Well Puppet Master, I think that concludes our deal." The Doctor shook his hand. "What do you plan do have planned for them?"

"They will be the stars of my next production."


THE END