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Tales of Carrion Mansion (MFf, ff, fantasy, bdsm, drugs)
by Skytower (Address withheld by request)
***
Warning. Do not read if you are under 18 years of age.
This is complete fantasy, it has never happened, is not
happening now and will probably never happen. If you are
a kid looking for baby-sitter tormenting ideas then run,
do not walk over to your library.
Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode one: The Magic Feather
By Skytower
Elvira slowed her moped to a stop and looked, her mind
taking in the scene. It was just before sunset. A chilly
fall wind worked its way through her jacket. Freshly dead
leaves, blown by the wind hit against the wrought iron
fence. They made a scratching sound then lay still as the
wind died. The house beyond the fence was semi-Victorian
in style, a cross between the House of the Seven Gables
and the house they had used in the last Addams Family
movie. It even had a widow's walk on the roof.
(c) Skystower
A little voice in her head told Elvira to turn around, a
weekend spent in this place would be a weekend in hell.
But if she turned around there would be no babysitting
fee. No babysitting fee and there would be no hockey camp
next summer. For a moment Elvira's ambition to play in
the NHL combated with her common sense. Ambition won out
and she edged her moped toward the gate. It opened with
an ominous creak, stopping her short.
"Great," she said softly, "another haunted house." Then
she saw an electric eye to her left and relaxed.
The front door had no bell, just two gargoyle head
knockers. They stared at her as Elvira knocked. After a
minute the door swung open, revealing a very tall crimson
haired woman dressed in a clinging green gown. Elvira
craned her neck, looking up and up. If this was Mrs.
Carrion her mother had not been exaggerating. The woman
looked to be almost seven feet tall, with a slim figure
and bright green eyes.
"I am Lilith Carrion, may I help you?"
"Uh, yea, I'm Elvira. I'm here to babysit for the
weekend."
"Please come in." the woman said. Her thin, blood red
lips turned down in what might have been a frown. The
rest of the face was equally pleasant and frightening.
Arched eyebrows, very thin, over an aquiline nose and all
of it on the palest skin Elvira had ever seen. The woman
gave the impression of a rose with the thorns highlighted
rather than hidden.
"Are you sure you are Elvira Peterson? You look nothing
like the picture my son showed me."
"Picture?"
Going over to an end table Mrs. Carrion took an 8x10
glossy and handed it too her. Elvira looked and wondered
suddenly if this wasn't some sort of joke. The woman in
the picture was tall with a large bouffant for a hairdo,
and a black dress that barely covered any of her. The
dress especially left a wide view of her cleavage. Elvira
herself was only five feet four inches, with soft brown
hair and a sort-of slim figure. The only thing she shared
with the woman in the picture was their names.
"This is Elvira, Mistress of the Dark." she explained.
"I'm Elvira Peterson. Same name, different person. Didn't
my mother tell you?"
"I believe she tried too." Mrs. Carrion said, a
distressed look coming over her face. "But the hair dryer
made our talk difficult."
"Oh." Elvira said. Her mother worked in a beauty salon
and distorted conversations were all too common. Once a
high school senior had come to take her to the prom, even
though she was only ten at the time. A dominatrix had
shown up at her 12th birthday party.
"Mother where is Elvira?"
Elvira looked up to see a boy and a girl at the top of
the stairs. Twins. The two of them looked a lot like
their mother, red hair, the boys cut short and the girls
going down to her waist.
Their faces were almond shaped, with the most striking
feature dark green eyes. She was wearing a green dress
that mimicked her mother, he was wearing a pair of jeans
and an Elvira T-shirt. Each had the pale skin that seemed
to run in the family.
"There has been a mistake Jeremy." Mrs. Carrion said.
"The Elvira you have told me off is not the Elvira Mrs.
Peterson recommended. This is Elvira Peterson, you shall
have to make do with her."
"Her!" Jeremy and his sister came down the stairs. "Look
at her mother, she barely has any bust at all!"
Instinctively Elvira looked down. She was wearing a gray
long-sleeve Danskin top, and it did tend to make her
breast look smaller. Beyond that she was wearing a grey
and black skirt with a wide leather belt and grey boots.
And I bet he doesn't like those either, she thought.
"So what were you gonna do, stare at my chest all night?"
"Yea." the girl said, giggling.
"Helga." Mrs. Carrion said sharply, glancing at her
watch. Now listen children, this may not have been what
you wanted, but arrangements have been made. Now Elvira
will watch you this weekend, and I want you to be civil.
Is that understood?" Both children nodded, though Jeremy
still gave Elvira a disagreeable look. "Here are the
numbers where I can be reached." she handed Elvira a
small book. "You will be staying in the guest room." She
turned back to the children, gave each of them a quick
kiss and was gone. For a moment the three of them looked
at each other, then Elvira hoisted her backpack over her
shoulder.
"Where's the guestroom?"
After putting her backpack in the guest room, a large
room with a private bathroom, Elvira called her mother
and told her she was safe. By that time Jeremy and Helga
had vanished. Mrs. Carrion had made a list of things the
children had to do, with times they had to do them.
At six pm the list said dinner. Finding the kitchen,
Elvira pulled some canned Ravioli out of the cabinet and
nuked it in the microwave. Then she set out in search of
Helga and Jeremy. The corridors of Carrion Mansion were
tall, lit by hanging lamps that were either gas or badly
wired electric. The lamps flickered, not so much lighting
the hallways and passages as defining the shadows. Dark
wood paneling helped, as did the Victorian red velvet
wallpaper. As she walked Elvira had the feeling she
should be carrying a candle and wearing a gauzy
nightgown.
"Jeremy! Helga!" she called out, trying to shake the
feeling. For a moment there was no response, then part of
the wall opened beside her. Elvira's heart jumped for a
moment before Helga stepped out. She had changed from the
green dress into a NASA style jumpsuit. Her name was
stenciled onto the right breast.
"Jeremy's in the lab."
"Thanks." Elvira said, looking at the wall. It had sealed
itself and there was no trace of a seam or crack. "Guess
there's a lot of secret passages in this place."
"Lots, and some of them are really dangerous."
"They are huh?" Elvira asked, recognizing the tone in
Helga's voice. Time to scare the baby-sitter, she
thought.
"Yea, especially the one that leads to the dungeon."
"Let me guess, that's where your last baby-sitter is."
"Nope, Jeremy turned him into a statue."
"A statue."
"Yep, we stuck him in the attic."
"So what's in the dungeon?"
"The baby-sitter before the baby-sitter who's in the
attic. Ever since Jeremy cast a spell over her she likes
it down there."
"So your brothers a warlock or something?"
"Yea, and he's a good one so you better be nice to him."
"Hey, he's nice to me, I'm nice to him." If he isn't nice
to me he's toast, Elvira added silently.
"Would you like to see him?"
"Uh, yea. Dinners ready."
"Very well, come with me." she started to walk and Elvira
followed.
"How come we aren't taking the secret passage?"
"Your too big for that one. We'll take this one."
They had stopped beside an old suit of armor. Elvira
looked around, but saw no sign of a door.
"They really hide these things don't they." she mused,
running her hand along the wall.
"You just have to know where to look." Helga said, taking
hold of the armored suits sword she twisted it.
Instead of the wall opening Elvira felt the floor vanish
beneath them. With a loud scream she and Helga vanished
into the darkness.
They landed on a large foam mattress. Helga bounced off
casually, leaving her baby-sitter gasping for air.
"You could have told me." Elvira muttered hoarsely. She
looked around, impressed at the lab. It was a large room,
filled with test tubes, beakers, and other equipment she
couldn't hope to identify. The walls were lined with
shelves filled with small bottles. Either the kid really
was some sort of mad scientist, or Jeremy and Helga had
gone through a lot of trouble to fool her. Jeremy, still
dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, bent over a table halfway
across the room. Getting up Elvira walked over to him.
"What do you do down here?"
"Things beyond your limited comprehension." the boy said,
attaching some wires to a Barbie doll that lay on the
table.
"Playing with dolls? Yea, I'd never understand that."
"He's not playing." Helga said, handing her brother a
small probe. "He's going to bring Lucrectia to life."
"Oh, ok. Well he can do that after we eat."
"Eat? I'm conducting a serious experiment and you want me
to eat?"
"Yea," Elvira took a step closer to him, using her
greater height to force him back a step, "I want you to
eat. You got a problem with that?"
"Someday I'll be bigger than you, then you won't be so
tough."
"Look me up in a few years then, for now lets eat."
"We might as well brother." Helga said, looking up from
one of the dials. "It'll be tomorrow before the power
levels are high enough."
"Irrelevant, I'm..."
"Getting ready for dinner." Elvira interrupted him,
stepping between him and the doll.
"I suggest you be nicer to me," Jeremy looked her over,
pausing at her chest, "I am no one to be trifled with."
"You keep staring at my breast you'll be no one at all."
Elvira snapped. "Like it or not kid I'm in charge here."
"Very well." Jeremy said, though his tone made it clear
the discussion was not over. He put a cloth over the
doll. "I hope you've made something suitable."
"Ravioli?" Jeremy's tone of voice suggested that his
baby-sitter was trying to poison him. "How dare you feed
me that!"
"You don't like it." Elvira said, leaning back in her
chair. This kid was pushing the envelope.
"Of course I don't." he pushed the plate away from the
table and stood up. "Didn't mother give you any
instructions at all?"
"Yea, dinner at 6, bed at 830, breakfast at six. No
parties, no..."
"Bed at 830?" Helga looked up from her now empty plate.
"But we'll miss the X-files."
"Sorry kid, that's what's on the schedule. Don't worry
I'll tape it."
"I will not submit to this." Jeremy announced sitting
down. "It is bad enough that mother put you in charge,
but these rules..."
"Are the rules." Elvira interrupted, getting up and
walking over to him. Again she towered over the boy
scientist. "And if you don't follow them I'll make sure
you go to bed long before 830! Got it?"
"No." he snarled, standing up on his chair. He looked
down at her, his green eyes dark with anger. "I turned
the last baby-sitter to stone, what am I going to do with
you? A frog? A snail? Perhaps," the boy looked down at
her, "a spider."
"Oh yea, you really know magic." Elvira climbed on the
table and looked down at him. "Don't make me laugh!"
A light came into Jeremy's eye, a light that both
startled and froze Elvira. Suddenly she couldn't move.
"Laughter it is then." Jeremy shouted. He jumped from the
chair, caught hold of the chandelier and climbed from it
into a trap door in the ceiling. As soon as he was gone
Elvira found she could move again.
"Your gonna get it now." Helga said, her mouth full of
food.
"Yea right. What's he gonna do?"
Helga made no reply, but her giggling sent a shiver down
Elvira's back.
It was nearly an hour before Jeremy reappeared at the
door. Elvira kept Helga at the table, fearing the girl
would slip away as well. She had no desire to start
looking for Jeremy. With all the passages in the old
house it could take days. Elvira still wasn't sure why
she hadn't grabbed the punk. Could he really know magic?
Or had it been some sort of hypnosis? But kids had
hypnotized her before and it hadn't felt like that.
"Your still here." Jeremy said, walking into the room. He
was holding a mason jar with a white feather in it. "I
applaud your courage if not your intelligence."
"Thank you Lex Luthor. Start eating kid, or I'll put you
to bed right now."
"I don't think so." he smiled. "Penna Titilare Elvira!"
With that he opened the jar and the feather flew out as
if it was wired. Elvira jumped out of her chair as it
came toward her, only to have it swoop in like some
hungry mosquito. It hit her stomach and started to
tickle.
"Hey!" Elvira yelled, reaching for the feather. It
slipped out of her hand like quicksilver and moved under
her arms. "Stop it!" she yelled, starting to laugh. The
feather didn't stop, it just kept moving.
Elvira grabbed at it, but kept missing. And laughing. She
tried to run away, but the feather dived under her skirt
and tickled her legs. She tripped and fell. Rolling on
the floor laughing she lifted her skirt trying to get at
it. The feather evaded her and sneaked under her belt.
Franticly she unhooked the belt, but the feather simply
dove into her top. Laughing hysterically she pulled her
top off. It was no use though. The feather just kept
moving and tickling.
Suddenly it was over, and the feather hovered above her
stomach. Elvira became aware of Helga's laughter, high-
pitched girlish giggling, and Jeremy's Vincent Price like
chuckles. She climbed to her feet and the feather
followed her. It kept its position not a foot away from
her belly button. She clutched her skirt to keep it up
with one hand and tried to cover her breast with the
other. The top had needed no bra, and her bare breast
rose up and down. Elvira had always felt a little self
conscious about her breast. They were a little small, and
the areolas were extra large, with the tips of the
nipples exaggerated knobs.
"I believe your power over us is no more." Jeremy said,
walking over to the table and sitting down. "Now here is
the way it is going to work; I will give commands, you
will carry them out."
"Forget it!" Elvira snapped.
Instantly the feather was on her again. Above her
laughter she could here Helga urging it on.
"When you call me 'Master', the tickling will stop."
Jeremy announced.
Elvira tried to run but the feather tickled her and she
lost the grip on her skirt. It fell and tangled around
her legs, tripping her. She kicked it off and scrambled
to her feet.
All the time the feather was relentless, ready for any
opening and moving at lightning speed.
Elvira ran toward the door. It shut in her face. She made
a run at Jeremy but the feather caught and tickled her
until she tripped, landing at his feet. Rolling under the
table Elvira grabbed the tablecloth and pulled, trying to
cover her self and block the feather. She got a few
seconds of relief before the feather squirmed under the
sheet. Again she tried to run, only to be tripped by
Helga.
With a yell of glee the girl grabbed Elvira's legs and
twisted them, forcing her on her stomach. Then she sat on
the back of Elvira's knees. Elvira started to rise, but
the feather attacked her sides again, while Helga started
to tickle her feet. In vain she squirmed and twisted, all
the while laughing hysterically.
Finally she was too weak from laughing to even try and
push the feather away.
"Stop!" she moaned. "Please!"
"Stop what?" Helga demanded.
"Master." Elvira moaned. The feather and the girl stopped
and she caught her breath.
"Very good." Jeremy said sagely. Helga jumped up and
danced around laughing. "Now you shall go into the
kitchen and prepare me a proper meal. You will find a
list of my choosing on the refrigerator. Stop." Jeremy
commanded as
Elvira reached for her cloths. "In punishment for your
defiance you will not wear anything but what you have on
now."
The battle had left her with only her boots and a pair of
brown underwear.
"Pervert." Elvira whispered. Again the feather
attacked and it kept on attacking until she cried out an
apology. Then it followed her into the kitchen.
"You've been watching the old Flash
Gordon serials again haven't you?" Elvira heard Helga
ask. "I can hear Ming The Merciless in your voice."
"He had style." Jeremy said.
Once in the kitchen Elvira tried to come to terms with
what was going on. A magic feather had attacked her.
Impossible, she told herself.
Then what happened, herself asked.
She looked at the feather, hovering a few feet away.
"I was attacked by a magic feather." Elvira admitted. And
Helga, she added silently. As a baby-sitter Elvira had
learned to handle a lot of strange situations. She had
after all babysat for some of the freakiest families
around. In her time Elvira had been tied up, hypnotized
and she'd been tickled before, though rarely.
Elvira had a love/hate relationship with tickling, she
loved to have it done in the right time and place, and
she loved doing it, in the right time and place. But
outside of that time and place it was her one weak spot.
Bud and Kelly had found it the last time she had babysat
them, and it had been sheer torture. But nothing, not
even Bud and Kelly had prepared her for this. Locks she
could pick, ropes she could squirm out of, but how could
she fight magic?
Jeremy's preferred food was a French dish that Elvira
couldn't even pronounce, but at least the instructions
were clear. Suddenly she tried slicing the feather with a
knife, but she missed and once more was tickled. Falling
to the floor Elvira laughed hysterically until Jeremy's
voice came from nowhere.
"Do not try that again."
The feather retreated and Elvira went back to making the
meal. Not only could she hear Helga's laughter, but
Elvira could have sworn the feather was laughing at her
as well.
The meal set, Elvira wheeled it into the dining room and
placed the plate in front of Jeremy. He was sipping a
glass of wine.
"Can I get dressed now?"
"No." Jeremy said. "Your not much to look at but you are
a nice diversion. Just stand there and be silent."
A flash bulb startled her. As the stars cleared Elvira
looked up to see Helga watching the Polaroid fade into
existence.
Great, she thought, another kid with a picture of me
topless. It had happened before, but usually with kids
older than this. They were usually murder to get back,
and that was from normal kids.
"Wine." Jeremy ordered.
Sighing Elvira picked up the bottle and filled the glass.
She started to hand it to him and then stopped.
"What are you waiting for?" Jeremy demanded.
"Nothing." Elvira said, pouring the contents of the glass
over the feather. It wilted instantly and fell to the
floor.
"No!" Jeremy screamed. "Run Helga!"
He pulled the handle of his chair and both chair and boy
vanished into the floor. Helga made a run for the door,
but Elvira launched herself over the table and tackled
the girl. They wrestled and Elvira came out on top.
Pinning the girl onto her stomach the baby-sitter pulled
off Helga's sneakers.
"So you like to laugh huh?" The babysitter growled.
[It's not over yet, soon Elvira will learn it's not a
good idea to get a junior warlock/mad scientist mad, and
even less of a good idea to tickle his sister.]
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Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode two: Aunt Petunia
by Skytower
Having been enslaved by her young charges by a magic
feather, which tickled her into submission, Elvira is now
free. But she is about to find out that getting out of
the Carrion Mansion is harder than she thinks.
(c)1998 by Skytower
Elvira had Helga pinned on her stomach. With one hand she
was tickling the girls feet, with the other she was
struggling into her own cloths.
"Stop!" Helga commanded.
"When you tell me where your brother got to." Elvira
replied. Holding Helga with one hand Elvira reached over
and picked up her brown Danskin top. She put in on and
then pulled up her skirt. Her wide black belt completed
the outfit. Reaching over she picked up the Polaroid
Helga had shot of her. It, along with the camera had
landed on the floor during their struggle.
The picture showed a slightly startled, topless young
woman. Her shoulder length brown hair a bit disheveled.
The hair framed a rather square face, with arched
eyebrows over brown eyes. Her breast were a little on the
small side (or at least that's what the occasional boy
said). The areolas were a little too big, too red and the
nipples exaggerated knobs.
Thankfully the photo was only a head and breast shot,
Elvira hated to be reminded her hips were too wide. Helga
had taken the photo after her brother Jeremy had tickled
their baby-sitter into submission with a magic feather.
The feather now lay on the floor, soaked in wine and
Elvira was steaming mad.
"Where'd he go?" she demanded, tickling Helga some more.
"I don't know, but he'll be back." she gasped out between
laughs.
"And here he is!" the shout took Elvira off guard as the
tablecloth was thrown over her head. She pulled it off,
but Helga had time to squirm away from her. Jumping up
Elvira faced the twins. They both looked at her
defiantly. Two red haired, green eyed monsters. Each of
them had green eyes, red hair and oval shaped faces. Both
of them were too young to give her any trouble. At least
that's what she had thought a few hours ago. Jeremy was
holding a super squirt gun and it was pointed at her.
"What's in there?" Elvira demanded, getting ready to
jump.
"A complex compound that I like to call," he fired, just
missing her, "Contrahere Aqua."
If I ever get out of this house I'm going to learn Latin,
Elvira swore, dodging behind the table. For the next few
minutes he fired at her, always missing. Elvira had no
idea what the liquid would do, but she was taking no
chances. Not after the feather.
He paused for a moment to pump the gun up and she
attacked. The twins scattered, and Elvira grappled with
Jeremy. She was winning, forcing the gun on him when
Helga jumped her from behind. Grabbing her arms the
determined girl pulled
Elvira off balance and they both fell to the floor. Helga
was quicker this time though, she scrambled away before
her Baby-sitter could grab her. Left vulnerable Elvira
had no time to dodge the shot from Jeremy's squirt gun.
The liquid felt like cold water as it hit her chest,
soaking through her top. Suddenly Elvira was seeing the
world as if it were lit by a strobe light. Her sight
fading in and out she was conscious of a light, almost
orgasmic feeling in her body. Her cloths got looser, and
then fell from her. She ended up in a heap on the floor,
struggling to climb out of the tent she had somehow ended
up in. A giant hand reached down and picked her up.
Elvira looked into the face of a child, but it was a
child large enough to bite her head off.
Jeremy smiled.
"You think any of your Lucretia dolls cloths will fit
her?" he asked.
Suddenly Elvira realized she was completely naked and
despite he danger she was in the young girl blushed.
"Put me down you little creep!" she screamed, her voice
suddenly high pitched.
"Very well." Jeremy said calmly opening his hand and
letting her fall. Elvira suddenly realized how far up she
was. Thankfully she only fell a few heart wrenching feet
before Jeremy grabbed her again. With dizzying speed she
was brought over to the table and dropped into the sugar
bowl. Elvira lay there for a moment, the sugar sticking
like sand to her body.
"Maybe this will make you a little sweeter." Helga said.
I'm going to get big again and kill her, Elvira thought,
just for that joke.
"Well, now that our height is reversed do you still feel
so superior?"
"I'll get you for this you little..." leaving the rest
unsaid Elvira climbed out of the sugar bowl and started
dusting herself off.
"Let me." Helga said running out of sight for a moment.
When she returned she pushed Elvira over with one finger.
Holding the diminutive baby-sitter under her thumb she
produced a feather duster.
Sounds of laughter soon filled the hall as Helga and
Jeremy took turns tickling Elvira. She writhed and
squirmed, but she was helpless. All it took from either
of them was one finger on her stomach or back and she was
trapped. When she was all dusted off Helga picked Elvira
up and dropped her in the bowl again.
"Keep her going." Jeremy said, getting up and heading
toward the kitchen. "I'll get the ice-cream and the cool
whip."
"Don't forget the banana's." Helga called after him.
Ice-cream and cool whip? Bananas? Elvira had no idea what
the boy scientist was planning with the first two, but
banana's definitely scared her. It was time to leave.
"Come on, climb out." Helga said, prodding Elvira with a
finger.
"No way." Elvira said, sitting down cross-legged in the
sugar. "What's he gonna do with the ice-cream?"
"Something we saw in a Bugs Bunny cartoon." Helga said.
Reaching into the bowl she grabbed Elvira around the
chest and lifted her out.
"Not so hard!"
Startled by the screech Helga let go and Elvira fell onto
the table. Before the girl could react the baby-sitter
was up and running, sliding down the tablecloth onto the
floor.
"Come back here!" Helga demanded.
Elvira ignored the order, though a part of her wondered
why Helga even gave it. Who in her position would follow
it? She ducked a swipe of the child's hand and ran over
to the Polaroid.
"Gotcha!" Helga announced. She was on all fours arm
outstretched.
"Not tonight you witch!" Elvira said, triggering the
shutter on the camera. The flash lit up Helga's face and
she tried to stand up, hitting her head on the bottom of
the table. Elvira hit the shutter a few more times hoping
the flash would disorient her even more. Then she ran.
Out of the corner of her eye Elvira spotted a whole in
the wall. The baby-sitter didn't know what was beyond the
whole but she knew what was behind her. She was halfway
across when Jeremy came back into the room. He wasted no
time with words, but his arm was just a little too short.
Feeling like Jerry Mouse Elvira vanished into the wall
and into darkness.
Elvira slowed and stopped, looking back over her
shoulder. She was out of breath from the run, her chest
heaving up and down. Thankfully she was used to running
in bare feet. One giant hand had squirmed through the
whole and clutched futilely just a foot away from her. It
was an agreeable safety margin for the girl. Relieved she
looked around, her eyes adjusting to the dim light.
Christmas tree lights lighted the passage. Blue, green
and amber alternated down the tunnel. At her height the
rough wood timbers that made up the walls looked raw and
menacing.
Insanely the plaster squeezing through the slats reminded
her of marshmallow fluff oozing out of a sandwich. Spear
size nails, rusty and sharp were spaced unevenly in the
walls.
"Now what?" she whispered.
"Elvira come back." the volume of Jeremy's voice startled
her and she flattened herself against the wall. A sharp
pain in her but forced her out again and she pulled a
large splinter out.
Is there a size you can't get splinters? Elvira wondered.
"Don't make me come in there." Jeremy called.
"Oh yea, that's something I'm worried about." Elvira
whispered. Aloud she said; "Come right in!" knowing that
he'd have to shrink to follow her.
"You won't like it in there."
"Like I'll have a lot of fun out there with you two?
Forget it Supergeek. I'll just look around until Monday."
"You better come back or Aunt Petunia will get you."
Helga shouted.
Elvira didn't reply she just started walking. From the
lights strung down the tunnel she could tell the kids had
been there before. Jeremy and Helga probably shrunk
themselves down every now and then just for the fun of
it. She doubted that anything that could harm them would
have been tolerated. Besides she wanted to be out of
range when Jeremy or Helga thought of using a broom
handle. Or worse a wad of chewing gum stuck on a broom
handle. Or worse...
Stop it, Elvira scolded herself, you've got enough
problems.
A while later Elvira stopped to rest by an electrical
outlet and stared at it for a few moments. The galvanized
aluminum was beautiful. Layer after layer of crystal
patterns that almost seemed to be moving. Elvira shook
her head to clear it. It seemed like hours since she'd
been shrunk and the young girl had never been so scared
for so long. Elvira had been through a lot of rough times
with the children she baby-sat, but she'd never
encountered anything like this. At her current size
either Jeremy or Helga could hurt her without even
trying. The invisible advantage of age was gone. Elvira
shuddered as she realized what that meant.
The lights had led her down more and more corridors
taking more and more turns. By now she was completely
lost. Elvira was used to walking in bare feet, but not
walking around naked for hours. She had quickly
discovered the difference. There was a feeling of
security in cloths, false perhaps, but still a sense of
security. She shuddered again.
"Enough." Elvira said firmly. Taking a deep breath she
slowly shrank her fear, bringing it down to a manageable
level. "I've been in trouble before, I'll be in trouble
again. Elvira Peterson Doesn't Loose!"
Elvira looked up and down the corridor. It was what she
said before each hockey game, it was what she said before
every fight. For the first time it wasn't helping. She
had no doubt Jeremy was still looking for her somehow,
and she was not going to be caught. Normal little boys
were bad enough, small mad scientist were the worst. With
a shudder she remembered little Malcolm Frink. Peeking
carefully through the electrical box she saw a large room
with hundreds of plants. Dangerous looking plants.
Elvira's stomach jumped as she saw a Venus flytrap devour
some unlucky insect. If she made one mistake that could
very easily be her. As if to confirm her fears there was
a sudden scraping sound behind her. Elvira nearly broke
her neck whirling her head around to see what it was. She
was astonished to see a small tank, one of the GI-Joe set
if she remembered right. It was equipped not with a gun,
but a giant grabbing arm. The arm opened and closed like
a set of hungry jaws. With a mouse like squeak the baby-
sitter took off down the tunnel. The machine followed.
Elvira stopped following the lights, hoping that the tank
couldn't follow her. She was wrong and it started to
speed up, snapping on floodlights. A dim corridor
shooting off to her left caught her attention. The
opening was barely large enough for her, for the tank it
would be impossible. She dove in and took three steps
before falling. Warm air rose up to meet her and the
Baby-sitter hoped she wasn't falling into the furnace. In
the next moment the fall stopped and Elvira felt rope
beneath her. Without thinking she grabbed tight, but the
rope didn't need to be grabbed. It stuck fast to her
skin.
Desperately the girl pulled and tugged. But it was like
being tied up with bungee cords. The rope would stretch
to her limit, then slowly pull her arms back above her.
But it wasn't rope. It was webbing. She was small, naked
and helpless in a spider's web. A light suddenly flooded
the chamber. Elvira blinked, trying to see something
besides spots.
"My, you aren't what I expected at all." The voice was
cultured, with a lilting tone complementing a British
accent. Looking to the center of the web Elvira saw its
owner.
"What the hell are you?" she blurted out. The creature
crawling toward her did look human, sort of. She was
taller than Elvira (at least at her present height) and
definitely one of the Carrion family. Her red hair was
cut short, and it framed a delicate face with deep green
eyes. But her body also had six arms. Four sprang from
her chest, a chest that was longer than a human chest.
Two large breasts were between the sets of arms. Large
globes that trembled as the creature walked along the web
to her. The other two arms grew from her hips and were
slightly shorter. Elvira saw a red wire mesh between the
creature's legs.
"I must say for someone who is a guest in my web," she
paused, running her hand across Elvira's stomach, "and
completely helpless, you are not very polite."
"I'm sorry but I've had a rough day." Elvira said,
struggling to keep her voice calm. The creature's hands
had moved up to her breast and were softly stroking them.
One of the other hands repositioned Elvira's head,
freeing her hair from the web. "Your aunt Petunia right?"
"The same. And you?"
"Elvira Peterson, I'm the baby-sitter."
"Not THE Elvira? Mistress of the Dark?"
"No, not that one." Number three on things to do if I
survive this, Elvira thought, change name.
"Pity." Petunia said, one of her other hands starting to
stroke the hair between her captives' legs.
"Hey!" Elvira protested, trying to twist away from her.
"Lively." Aunt Petunia said. She took hold of the baby-
sitters arm and squeezed gently. "But tough. I'm not sure
if there is enough seasoning in the world to make you
palatable."
"Trust me, there isn't." Elvira said, suddenly aware that
sexual assault was not the top item on her worry list.
"Perhaps you can serve in other ways." The aunt said,
letting her fingers stroke the girl's side. Elvira
started to laugh, and kept laughing as both sides of her
chest were tickled. While she was laughing Petunia bent
down and took one of the girls breast in her mouth. She
slid her tongue along the areola, playing with the
nipple. It became stiffer, and Elvira could feel her body
react.
"Oh no," she gasped out between laughs, "not more
tickling!"
Petunia withdrew and Elvira lay in the web gasping for
air. She was hot, and that bothered her. A woman was bad
enough, but this thing was too much. Still her breast
stayed hard, the feeling between her legs did not
subside.
"I do like to bring other people laughter." Petunia said.
Hanging on the web with two of her hands the woman
reached over and started tickling Elvira's sides. At the
same time Petunia's feet, impossibly formed to bend that
way, Elvira thought, started to tickle her feet.
Helplessly the Baby-sitter twisted and turned, all the
time laughing as she had never laughed before. Petunia
leaned inward, her mouth closing around Elvira's right
nipple, even while another one of her hands massaged and
pinched her left one. Assaulted from all sides Elvira
wondered if the creature wasn't suddenly growing more
arms. Another hand started to rub her pussy, tenderly
probing the boundaries of her feminine doorway.
"Stop!" she pleaded, then snarled. "If you don't stop
I'll crush you when I get back to full height!"
Suddenly Petunia stopped and leaned back. A strand of
webbing came from her hand and she dropped off the web,
hanging a few feet away.
"You know," she said, a slow grim smile spreading on her
face, "you might be tasty after all."
"Great, a cannibalistic rapist." Elvira snapped.
In response Aunt Petunia laughed and clapped her hands
together in delight.
"Foolish little girl, do you really think your going to
get out of this house? Even if I let you out of this
web?"
"When my mother gets here on Monday..."
"She'll be told that you went for a morning run, or jog,
or perhaps my sister will take control of her mind and
erase all knowledge of you." Aunt Petunia drifted closer
to her once more. "The only hope you have of getting out
of here is me, and how much I like you." Leaning in she
hugged Elvira, using her extra arms to press their naked
bodies together. She kissed Elvira hard on the mouth.
"Make me happy," she murmured, "or your soup."
Elvira kept her lips tightly closed for a moment, then
relaxed and opened her mouth. Her tongue hesitantly
sought out the other woman's tongue.
"That's better." Aunt Petunia said. Another strand of
webbing came from her hand and she secured Elvira tightly
to the web, around her stomach and crisscrossing the
captive's small breast.
Harnessed to web only Elvira's legs were free. Aunt
Petunia pulled the webbing tighter, forcing Elvira's
breast to balloon out. Playfully she sucked as she
tightened the webbing. Elvira moaned, as her nipples
seemed to expand into the woman's mouth. Aunt Petunia ran
her hands up and down Elvira's sides, causing laughter,
and her feet stroked Elvira's toes, causing even more
laughter.
The laughter was soon mixed with moans as Aunt Petunia
continued to suck on her breast. First one breast, than
the other. Slowly she teased the nipples, both with her
tongue and teeth. Elvira fidgeted and twisted, but the
webbing held her. With deliberate slowness Aunt Petunia
moved away from the breast and down her stomach, stopping
between Elvira's legs.
She was still tickling as her fingers opened Elvira's
vagina and her tongue snaked inside. The helpless Baby-
sitter gave a low growl as her insides were explored. The
growl quickly changed to a scream as Aunt Petunia found
her most sensitive spot. The older woman managed a
throaty chuckle and withdrew. But Aunt Petunia only
paused for a moment. She was soon back again and again.
"You are enjoying this aren't you?" she whispered,
withdrawing her tongue. Elvira was covered in sweat and
her breathing was deep but quick, as if she could cool
her body with the motion of her lungs. But she realized
the sweat was loosening the webbing on her arms. She
moaned an affirmative. "Good." Aunt Petunia said,
twisting around. She was now upside-down, and Elvira
found herself face to pussy. "If you make me happy, I'll
make you happy." the woman said.
Without hesitation Elvira lunged forward, pushing Petunia
apart with her tongue. She drove into the woman so
relentlessly Petunia was stunned. The spider woman's
hands let go of the baby-sitter and started to caress and
squeeze her own breast. The other hands left the baby-
sitter and grabbed the web, using it to force herself
higher. Elvira did not let up.
Even as she was licking for all she was worth she was
silently pulling her arm free from the web. It came loose
slowly, as if she were pulling off a rubber glove. But it
did come loose. By this time Petunia was too far-gone to
notice. Nor did she notice when Elvira's other arm was
freed. With both hands Elvira pulled the lips of
Petunia's pussy apart and, along with her tongue probed
the inside.
Petunia screamed and hugged herself, using all of her
arms to arouse her body. Elvira kept licking, probing,
even as she began to swing Petunia into the web. Finally
Petunia let out an orgasmic shriek, then lay still.
Elvira moved quickly, starting to spin the woman around.
Gently at first, then more quickly as Petunia realized
what was going on. But she was still coming down from the
orgasm, and the twirling made her dizzy, giving the baby-
sitter time to tangle the woman in her own web.
Elvira was still secured by the strands around her waist
and chest, but her arms were free. Petunia's arms were
trapped against her. She started to break the strands
that held them but Elvira reached over and ran her
fingers along the soles of the other woman's foot.
"Let's talk about soup," she said, listening to Petunia's
laughter. She kept the tickling up, and Petunia was soon
too distracted to free herself.
"That was incredible..." the now captive gasped. " I've
never gone through anything... How do you? Who..."
"Let's just say you can learn a lot from a Bundy." Elvira
said, not letting up on the tickling. "Now lets talk
about me getting full grown and out of here."
******
Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode three: Uncle Frank
By Skytower
The story so far: Elvira Peterson came to baby-sit Jeremy
and Helga, the Carrion kids for the weekend. Things have
not gone well. To start with Jeremy used a magic feather
to tickle her into submission. After escaping the feather
Elvira was then shrunk to the size of a doll. Escaping
from Jeremy and Helga she ran straight into Aunt Petunia.
Aunt Petunia is a small spider woman with many arms and a
habit of spinning webs. Elvira manages to escape from
her, take her captive and they are now heading back to
Jeremy's lab, where our heroine hopes to grow up fast.
(c)1998 by Skytower
It is one of the great truths in life that the hunter
does not like to be hunted, the trapper does not like to
be trapped. Elvira knew this and kept a close watch over
her captive. The woman was taller than she was, though at
this point Elvira thought, who wasn't. Elvira herself
estimated her own height at about six inches. She had
been babysitting Jeremy and Helga Carrion when they had
shrunk her. Well first they had enslaved her by means of
a magic feather, then they shrunk her. She had escaped
them only to run into Aunt Petunia.
Their aunt was a multi-armed mutant who had her own
spider web. Caught in the web and tickled (among other
things) nearly into submission (again) Elvira had turned
the tables on the woman. Now Petunia led her back toward
Jeremy's laboratory. Elvira was taking no chances, her
captive was thoroughly wrapped up in her own webbing.
All of her arms were held tightly to her side and a thick
strand went around her neck. Elvira had also discovered
the spider woman's webbing made good clothing. She had
made a pair of bikini bottoms and a halter from it. It
wasn't great clothing it was too thin and transparent for
that and it felt like she was wearing a wet towel. But it
beat nudity.
Wonder if I'm ready for the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit
issue, Elvira thought ruefully. Elvira normally stood
about five feet five in her bare feet. Her body was
compact, with wide hips and slightly smaller than she
would have liked breasts. She had soft brown hair that
framed a gamin shaped face with similar colored eyes.
"You'll never leave this house alive." Aunt Petunia
snarled over her shoulder, her bright green eyes gleaming
from a pale face surrounded by red hair.
"I've done ok so far. Well aside from being tickled,
striped, tickled again and getting licked in your web..."
"You liked that." Petunia insisted.
"I tolerated it." Elvira said, remembering the feel of
the mutated woman's arms (all of them) and tongue on her
body. She suppressed the thrill that went through her
body with an effort. "Just remember if we don't get me
big again your going into the nearest bug zapper. How did
you get this way anyway?"
"I babysat the kids one weekend." Petunia muttered
bitterly.
As they walked Elvira kept a sharp lookout. Jeremy had
sent a modified GI-Joe action tank to look for her, and
it might still be around. They came to a break in the
plaster. A hole in the wall, barely big enough for them
opened into darkness.
"Through there." Petunia said.
Elvira peered past her, but she might have well have
closed her eyes.
"Forget it."
"If we do not go this way we shall have to go through the
house." Petunia explained. "Jeremy and Helga have more
than one toy capable of catching us."
"What's it like in there?"
"It's an old path, built by some ants who dared to try
and live here." she smiled, showing a set of fangs Elvira
hadn't seen before. "They were quite tasty."
Elvira felt her stomach twist as she remembered where
Aunt Petunia's tongue had been only an hour before.
Controlling herself she looked at the mutated woman. Aunt
Petunia's eyes glowed even more brightly in the dim
light. A vibrating, captivating glow. She was talking
too, her mouth moving up and down in a strange pattern.
Slowly Elvira felt herself sink down onto the floor.
Aunt Petunia bent over her, making that same strange
pattern with her mouth. Not quite aware of what she was
doing Elvira reached up and started to untangle the
webbing that held Petunia captive. Petunia smiled, once
again showing her fangs. The fangs ripped through
Elvira's trance and she lashed out with her fist. Aunt
Petunia dropped to one side like a stone. Elvira sat up,
taking deep breaths to clear her head.
"Nice try lady." she said. "But I've been hypnotized
before."
Some time later they came to the edge of a stone out
cropping. Below them Elvira could see Jeremy's lab. The
past few hours had been a series of twist and turns. Made
none easier by the blindfold Elvira had made Aunt Petunia
wear. Twice they had gotten lost. Elvira turned to
Petunia and removed the blindfold, keeping her fist
ready. Green eyes glowed angrily at her, but there was no
strange vibration to them.
"Get me down there safely and we part ways."
"I must be free to do that." The spider woman insisted.
Carefully Elvira freed one of the woman's arms.
"That's it till I'm full sized lady."
Aunt Petunia growled but spun a web and lowered them
safely to the table. Once on the tabletop Elvira tied up
the arm again and looked around. Before her was a sea of
test tubes and beakers. Over to the left she could see a
doll twice her size hooked up like Frankenstein on a
table.
"Where is it?" she demanded, pulling on the leash.
"There." Petunia said, pointing toward a quart size jar
labeled: "Aqua Amplificare Potio, Instabilis"
Elvira frowned, the only word she recognized was aqua.
Still if it was the only way. Tying Aunt Petunia to a
Bunsen she walked over to the jar. The liquid inside had
a faint blue tinge to it. Pushing a book over to the jar
she climbed onto the book. Carefully she reached over and
put her hand into the liquid. It was cold but only felt
like water.
Nothing happened.
"Are you sure this is the right stuff?"
"Of course it is, don't you read Latin?"
"No, but if I ever get out of here I'm going to learn."
Elvira muttered.
"Perhaps total immersion is needed." Aunt Petunia
suggested. "You might have to soak in it."
Elvira thought for a moment, then sighed and jumped into
the jar. Bracing herself against the chill she took a
deep breath and dunked. Instantly she felt strange. The
young girl panicked, realizing she could hurt herself if
she grew on the inside of the jar. Grabbing the rim she
pulled with all her might and suddenly found herself
flying through the air. The world dimmed, as if the
lights in the lab were suddenly snuffed out.
Then it was over and she was lying on the floor, full
sized. Even the web bikini had grown with her. Also she
was completely dry. Somewhat dizzily Elvira stood up.
Then she reached over and picked up the now tiny Aunt
Petunia.
"One last question, how do I get out of here?"
"Take the first door on the left." Aunt Petunia said,
squirming.
"Good-bye then." Elvira said, putting her down and
picking the webbing off of the aunt. "Have a nice life
and all that."
Petunia scrambled to the edge of the table and leaped,
casting her webline to the ceiling. She climbed swiftly
and was soon out of reach.
"You better hope you're never in my web again." she
snarled back, then was gone.
The first door on the left led to a set of stairs. Elvira
climbed them carefully, by now fully aware of the traps
in Carrion Mansion. The steps opened up to an upstairs
hallway that she actually recognized. It was the same
hallway she had found Helga in a few hours before. She
walked quickly but quietly, making it to her room.
Stepping inside she flicked on the light and closed the
door. Locking it securely she allowed herself a sigh of
relief. The
Guestroom Elvira was staying in was a large place. Fifty
feet square with twenty-foot high ceilings. A four corner
canopy bed stood in the center of the room. Between two
floor-to-ceiling windows was a large ornate mirror. A set
of double doors led to the bathroom.
The decor, like the rest of the mansion screamed 18th
century. Elvira went over to the bathroom and turned on
the light. It was smaller than her room, but bigger than
any other bathroom she had seen. There was a raised
bathtub, toilet, sink and a mirror. In a closet she found
towels, soap and a scrubbing brush.
Elvira had never been one for baths, but she needed to
get the grime of the past few hours off. Starting the
water she tried to peel off the web suit. True to it's
nature the webbing stuck to her hands soon tangling them.
Frustrated she just stepped into the tub, submerging
herself in the warm water. It worked and the webbing
dissolved. Taking the scrubbing brush she set to work.
"I am never babysitting again." she proclaimed to the
room. Soaking in the antidote hadn't removed the entire
dirt from her skin. The potion instead seemed to have
acted like glue. It took minutes of scrubbing to get it
off and Aunt Petunia's leftover juices were even harder.
Growling Elvira kept scrubbing, trying to think of what
to do when she found Jeremy and Helga. If she could just
get that super soaker...
She started to wash her pussy and jumped at the
sensation. The brush had felt like cold fire and she
could feel her body react.
"Damn mutant!" Elvira swore, tossing the brush away. She
settled back, determined just to soak. Elvira's sex life
had never been too liberal. She had
tried sex, once without much success. The guy was on the
hockey team with her and it was his first time too. It
hadn't been bad, but it didn't live up to expectations.
Aside from that she and a girl from camp had once stayed
out in the woods after dark. Playing in a stream they had
tickled each other, even licked each other. That had been
better but still not that great. It had only been after
she had started baby-sitting that Elvira had discovered
the stranger sides of sex.
Unknowingly her hand drifted up to her breast and started
to play with the nipple. It seemed that all she ever got
were the weird kids of even weirder parents. Her other
hand drifted between her legs as she remembered the
tickling fight she had lost on her first job. Bud and
Kelly had cornered her in Kelly's room and tickled her to
the bed. Kelly had rope waiting and after that it was an
all night struggle. Bud had been taken out by Kelly early
on, tied up in his own room. Then Kelly had returned to
her. Elvira kept stroking herself as she remembered
Kelly's skill.
Suddenly she heard someone giggling.
Sitting up Elvira looked around, but saw nothing.
"Idiot." she scolded herself. She might have realized
that Jeremy would rig the place with cameras. Elvira
wondered why she was so horny all of a sudden. In the
past her fantasies had been romantic. Never had she
remembered any of her baby-sitting adventures with
longing. Angry at herself Elvira climbed out of the tub
and reached for the towel. It was gone. So were all the
towels in the closet.
She stepped out of the bathroom and looked around. Some
of her cloths were still on the bed. Cautiously she
walked over to them. She heard that giggling again. It
wasn't a girlish giggle like Helga's. This was a low
chuckle, like a teenager. Slowly she reached for a shirt.
It moved away from her.
"What?" Elvira asked. She tried again and the shirt again
moved out of her reach. Elvira turned her back for a
moment, then whirled and dived, coming up with one of her
bras. The chuckling continued as she put it one. She made
another dive but this time the cloths were faster. They
were out of her reach and on the floor.
"Who's doing that?" Elvira shouted, looking around. "I
know there's someone in here."
"Very astute young woman." said a voice from nowhere.
Elvira kept very still, she knew he was invisible so
looking around for him would be useless. "The last few
baby-sitters took far longer to realize what was going
on."
"Who are you?" Elvira asked, retreating toward the wall.
She tripped over something and lay on the floor.
"I'm Uncle Frank. Surely you've heard of me."
"Nope." Suddenly she felt something stroke her foot.
Laughing Elvira jerked it up. Something stroked the other
foot. Elvira skidded backward on the floor trying to
avoid the invisible feathers. She knew that's what they
were, she had been tickled enough lately to know a
feather. The feathers stopped working on her feet and
suddenly under her arms were attacked. Laughing wildly
Elvira struck out with her arms and legs hoping to get
lucky. But she missed.
She rolled over on her stomach, trying to get up and run.
He tripped her again and she felt a weight descend on her
ankles. Laughing hysterically Elvira writhed on the
floor. At first the feathers concentrated on her sides.
Try as she might she wasn't able to squeeze her arms
tight enough to her sides to stop them. Her hair was
brushed aside and the feather caressed the back of her
neck. After a while it moved down to the small of her
back. Elvira was by this time completely helpless. She
just laid there and laughed.
"You are really ticklish." Uncle Frank said. At least
your back is. Let's say we make a deal, you take of your
bra and roll over and I'll give you a few minutes to
catch your breath."
"No way." Elvira snarled.
"Suit yourself." With that he shifted position, sitting
on her back and bringing her feet up. The feather was
applied delicately and lovingly. Elvira pounded her hands
on the floor, desperately squirmed and twisted but got
nowhere.
"All right!" she screeched.
With a chuckle Uncle Frank moved back to her ankles.
Elvira put both arms around, reaching for the bra snap.
Suddenly her wrists were grabbed and she felt soft
leather enclosing them. There was an audible; "click" and
her arms were securely bound behind her back.
"What gives?" Elvira protested.
"I lied." Frank said. Elvira found herself rolled over
and staring into nothing, though she could still feel his
weight on her legs. The front of her bra was grabbed and
pulled down until it formed a bustier. "Now lets see what
these nipples can do."
Elvira had no time to protest as the feathers went to
work. She couldn't see them but she felt them, delicately
touching the tips of her nipples. She laughed more than
before. She could feel her nipples getting hard, her
breast getting heavy. Moisture began to collect between
her legs.
Without a word the tickling stopped and Elvira lay on the
floor panting for breath. Frank picked her up, half
carrying half pushing her over to the bed. Once there her
legs were pulled apart and securely fastened to the
bedpost. Elvira couldn't see the shackles, but she could
feel the warm fur encircling her ankles. The shackles
gave a little bit, but not much.
A sharp pain in her breast caught her attention. She
looked down to her nipples and saw them pressed inward.
"Not nipple clamps." Elvira moaned. She hated those, had
hated them ever since that flower girl and her number
friend had used them on her.
"Well something has to give a counterpoint to all the
pleasure I'm giving you." Frank said. Somehow he made
that sound reasonable. He left her alone for a few
minutes, giving the girl time to test her bonds. But they
were secure. She was helpless.
"Now are you ticklish here?" Frank asked. Elvira nearly
pulled her arms out of her sockets, as she felt the
feather run up her inner thigh. It slowly caressed her
pussy, driving her mad. She felt something push her
vagina open and the feather flick at the edges. She
screamed as her senses overloaded. Never had anything
felt that good between her legs.
The orgasm came almost before she knew it. She surged up,
feeling an explosion of energy from the center of her
womanhood. It came as a wave and then slowly subsided. As
it subsided Elvira suddenly found herself seeing the
world as if a strobe light was on. She found her room
receding, the nipple clamps and shackles falling from
her. She lay on a field of fabric, taking deep breaths.
"Where did you go?" Frank called angrily.
Elvira didn't answer. Ignoring her body's need for rest
she ran to the edge of the bed and jumped. She was small
again, and the young girl could guess what caused it.
Landing on the floor she ran under the bed and leapt up
into the springs. There she hid while Uncle Frank
searched for her. He shouted, stomping around and
pounding on the walls. Finally the door opened and shut.
Not being fooled Elvira let it open and shut three more
times before she felt safe. Then she climbed on to the
top of the bed again.
"Well, the last orgasm shrunk me, maybe another one will
make me grow." she said aloud.
Unfortunately her body wouldn't respond. Try as she might
the young woman simply wasn't able to stimulate herself.
Exhausted Elvira decided to rest a while. If Uncle Frank
didn't know where she was, hopefully no one else would
either. Crawling into a fold of the blanket the young
girl laid down and let herself drift off to sleep.
End.
Will Elvira be able to grow again? Will this occur every
time she has an orgasm? If so, will her boyfriends of the
future understand? Sooner or later we will find out the
answer to all these questions. And more.
************
Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode four: The Butler
By Skytower
The story so far: Elvira Peterson came to baby-sit Jeremy
and Helga, the Carrion kids for the weekend. Things have
not gone well. To start with Jeremy used a magic feather
to tickle her into submission. After escaping the feather
Elvira was then shrunk to the size of a doll. Escaping
from Jeremy and Helga she ran straight into Aunt Petunia.
Aunt Petunia is a small spider woman with many arms and a
habit of spinning webs.
Elvira manages to escape from her, take her captive and
get back to Jeremy's lab. There she soaks in the potion
that makes her grow. Getting back to her own room she was
attacked by Uncle Frank, the invisible tickler. He
tickled her to orgasm and that orgasm caused her to
shrink once more.
(c)1998 by Skytower
Sexual frustration hits many different people many
different ways. Some know it because of choice, some
because of conscience and some because of fear. Elvira
Peterson however, knew sexual frustration from a unique
viewpoint. She lay on her bed, a bed that was to her the
size of a swimming pool.
Elvira now stood (or lay) only six and one half inches
tall. Other than that she was normal. Elvira usually
stood a little over five feet tall. She had a solid
build, with wide hips and small but firm breast. Her face
was bright, gamin shaped and framed by shoulder length
soft brown hair. Lying back she closed her eyes and
started to cares her own breast.
She got no response, even when she pinched the oversized
nipples. Frustrated Elvira let her hands travel down past
her stomach to the triangle of hair between her legs. She
rubbed the hair slowly, gently roughing it up, then
smoothing it over again. Still she got nowhere. For all
the response her body was showing Elvira might just have
been lying naked in the snow.
"Damn." she swore, sitting up. Elvira looked around her
room, a very large Victorian bedroom. Extra large windows
showed a storm raging outside. On the far side of the
room was a doorway that led to the bathroom. Further
along was a door that led to the hallway. Elvira kept her
eye on the door to the hallway. If Jeremy or Helga came
in now she was dead.
"Two little kids." She swore ruthfully.
It had seemed like any other baby-sitting assignment.
Just watch the children for a weekend and get enough
money to go to hockey camp. No one told her that the kids
were a couple of mad scientist. First they had enslaved
Elvira with a magic feather that had literally tickled
her into submission. Then they had shrunk her and their
mutated Aunt Petunia had caught her. Elvira sighed,
thinking her self caught in the mutated woman's web.
She'd never had any lesbian leanings, but then if Petunia
wasn't human anymore did her making Elvira hotter than
she'd ever been count?
Thinking of herself hanging naked and helpless Elvira
absentmindedly caressed her breast again. This time she
got a response as it slowly hardened. She had escaped
from Petunia and gotten back to normal size, only to be
caught, bound and tickled by Uncle Frank. Uncle Frank was
invisible, and like nearly everyone else in Carrion
Mansion he liked to tickle. Tied spread-eagled to the bed
Elvira had been tickled to the point of orgasm. She
sighed again as she remembered, and one hand again moved
between her legs. That orgasm had actually saved her from
him. It triggered the shrinking potion that must still
have been in her body.
The young girl had shrunk so quickly Frank thought she
had vanished. Elvira knew somehow that the orgasm had
caused her to shrink again. And she guessed that another
one would cause her to grow, possibly back to full size.
But so far she could barely get aroused, much less reach
a full orgasm.
Suddenly the baby-sitter realized how aroused she was
becoming. Her breasts were hard, the nipples like coiled
springs. Moisture began to gather around her pussy.
I refuse to be that kinky, Elvira thought. But she
couldn't help it. The thought of being helpless and
tickled was turning her on. Elvira thought of what would
happen to her if Jeremy or Helga found her. With a
determined growl she ploughed on. Instead of Aunt Petunia
alone she now added Uncle Frank to the list. They held
her down, despite her struggles. Every inch of her was
exposed. Aunt Petunia started to lick the juices from
between her legs, while Uncle
Frank played lightly over her nipple with his invisible
feathers. She was getting close to a climax when Elvira
heard the door open. The mood was broken and the shrunken
girl dived under the covers. The sight that met her eyes
when she looked out was stunning, even for the Carrion
Mansion. A teddy bear wandered into the room.
Twice Elvira's current height he was dressed in a tweed
coat. Tubby, as all teddy bears were, he had light brown
fur and cute button eyes. His paws were somewhat short,
but working non-the-less. Giving the room a quick glance
he walked over to the bed and hopped up.
"It is no use hiding Miss Peterson." the bear said in a
stern British voice. "My eyes are very sharp and my ears
very good. I heard you from the hallway."
"Who are you?" Elvira asked, standing up and drawing the
edge of the sheets around her.
"I am Mr. Bear, the butler."
"A teddy bear as a butler?"
"Not teddy." Mr. Bear corrected her, his voice betraying
annoyance. "Theodore Y. Bear" he made the "Y" sound like
an "I".
"What are you, one of Jeremy's little experiments?"
"Actually I am the result of young Helga's first magical
spell. She accidentally channeled my spirit from the day
of my death and placed me in this body. Being English I
have adapted and assumed the role of butler to this
house."
"Good for you." Elvira said.
"Thank you. Now if you will come with me Master Jeremy
wishes to experiment on you."
"Forget it!" she snapped. "In the first place that kid
ain't touching me, in the second place I'm not wearing
anything."
"It is not proper for a young lady to use the word "aint"
Mr. Bear said. " It is not even a proper word. As to your
nudity, my dear I am a butler, I have seen it all."
Faster than Elvira thought he could move the bear pulled
the sheets away from her. She tried to run but Mr. Bear
jumped in front of her. The baby-sitter bounced off his
stomach and fell backward on the bed. She rolled over and
started to scramble away but he jumped on her back and
grabbed her arms. Elvira laughed. Not because of the
situation, but because the bear's fur was tickling her.
The more she struggled the more she laughed. Realizing
what was going on Elvira rolled over and hugged Mr. Bear.
"My word." the butler whispered as she rolled them over.
Filling her mind with images of ropes and feathers Elvira
started to rub her self all over the toy. She felt every
strand of fur as it brushed her breast. She felt the fur
on the bear and the hair of her pussy tangle, then pull
apart like Velcro.
"Yes!" the young girl, shouted between laughs. "Make me
big!"
"See here young woman!" Mr. Bear protested. "I am not
equipped for this sort of thing anymore, and even if I
were I should be requesting that of you."
He shifted rolling them over again. Pinned beneath a
mountain of fur with her arms held Elvira gyrated and
twisted. Laughing with all her might, her mind running
through every sexual fantasy she had ever had.
"Big! Big! Big!" she shouted.
It happened, the sudden dimming of the lights, the
feeling of surrealism.
"Ow!" Elvira said as her head hit the ceiling. It only
took a moment for her to understand what had happened.
She had gone too far. Her body had gone from too small to
too big. She looked down at herself, and at the wreckage
of the room. Rooms. She had crashed through the wall and
now was tightly wedged into two rooms. The last time
Elvira had felt like this had been a few jobs back. She
had been sealed into an antique steamer trunk.
Only this time no fast talking girl would bore her to
death. She hoped. Elvira was sitting up, with her knees
under her chin, her back to the wall and her head pushed
into her chest by the ceiling. She tried to move but the
walls wouldn't budge. The baby-sitter found that she
could move her arms a little, and her legs. But that was
it.
"Young lady this is entirely bad form." Mr. Bear said.
Elvira looked down and saw him balanced on the lawn of
brown hair her pussy had become. "Using me like that... I
don't think I'll ever get my fur clean again... Probably
have to go through the washing machine... I'll get dizzy
spells for days..."
"Sorry." Elvira said.
"Wait here." Mr. Bear said, pulling himself up and
straightening his coat. "I shall go get the children."
Still mumbling to himself the butler jumped off of her
and left.
Some time later the door opened and Jeremy walked in,
followed by Helga. Jeremy and Helga were very much alike.
They stood the same height both had red hair. His was cut
short hers streamed to her waist. Dark green eyes drew
her in each time she looked at them.
"Wow!" Jeremy exclaimed.
"I suppose now my chest is big enough for you." Elvira
said sarcastically.
"Respectable." the young scientist said, walking over to
her. "Very respectable."
"How did you get away from Aunt Petunia?" Helga asked.
"Turn about's fair play." Elvira said. "Now how do I back
to normal?"
"I have no idea."
"What!" Elvira tried to jump, shaking the mansion in her
shock. "What do you mean no idea!"
"Well to begin with," Jeremy said, picking himself up off
the floor, "my potion was meant to shrink, not grow."
"I bet she tried the other potion." Helga said. "The one
you haven't perfected yet."
"Haven't perfected?" Elvira echoed feeling her stomach
sink.
"Perhaps if you tell me exactly what happened I can help
you."
Elvira took a deep breath, forcing herself to keep calm.
She needed the kids or she would be stuck in this room
for a long time.
"Well I tied up Aunt Petunia..."
"Bet she didn't like that." Helga interrupted.
"And got her to take me back to your lab." Elvira
continued, ignoring her. "We found a bottle of the stuff
you used on me, I soaked it and grew again. Then I got
back to my room and your Uncle Frank tickled me. Hard. I
shrunk again. Then your teddy bear..."
"Theodore Y Bear if you please."
"Sorry. Theodore caught me and we wrestled. I laughed a
lot and suddenly I'm big again."
Jeremy was silent for a moment. Reaching over he ran his
hand over her foot. Elvira laughed and the boy scientist
jumped back barely avoiding the foot.
"It does not seem to be triggered by laughing alone." He
said thoughtfully.
"If I may young sir." Mr. Bear said. "The young woman is
not telling the whole truth. Forgive me Miss Peterson, I
can understand you wish to retain a measure of
modesty..."
"Oh go ahead." Elvira said pragmatically. "I'm a fifty
foot tall naked girl, I don't think modesty is something
I have to worry about anymore."
"Very well. As I was saying Master Jeremy the young
women's growth did occur as we wrestled. But as we
wrestled she was trying to engage me in a sexual
intercourse. I believe the growth occurred at the zenith
of her sexual frenzy."
"Wow!" Jeremy and Helga said at the same time. They
looked at her and Elvira felt the blood rush to her face.
"This would explain much." Jeremy said. "Tell me, the
bottle you say you soaked in, was it marked "Aqua
Amplificare Potio, Instabilis"?
"Yea, that sounds like it."
"You soaked in an unstable potion?" Helga asked. "How
could you be so dumb?"
"How the hell was I supposed to know that it was
unstable?"
"What do you think "instablilis" means? Don't you read
Latin?"
"No." the baby-sitter said, gritting her teeth. "I
don't."
"What poor education systems they have nowadays." Mr.
Bear murmured sadly.
"How far did you soak in the liquid?"
"All the way."
"Did you swallow any?"
"No."
Jeremy hummed softly to himself.
"Was that a good hum or a bad hum?" Elvira asked.
"I'm not sure. I'll have to run some test. Theodore?"
"Yes sir."
"I'll need some hair samples. Head, pubic and ears."
"I'll get the hedge clippers sir."
"Wait a minute!" Elvira shouted, blowing them against the
wall with the sound of her voice. "I am not going to be
an experiment."
Wood splintered and cracked as Elvira flailed out with
her arms and legs. Slowly she started to force the wall
outward.
"Stop that!" Jeremy shouted at her. "If you break that
wall it comes out of my allowance!"
"Tough!" Elvira shouted back.
"Helga, get the jar. Theodore with me!"
With that shout the young scientist leapt onto Elvira's
leg and started to climb. Theodore was right behind him.
Using the hair on the baby-sitters legs they scrambled
toward her stomach. With an enraged roar Elvira swiped at
them but missed. Accompanied by the bear Jeremy used
Elvira's breast for a springboard and landed on her neck.
"Get off of me!" Elvira shouted. She stretched herself
mightily, feeling the walls start to give way.
She felt Jeremy swing behind her, using a lock of her
hair for a rope. There was a sudden pain in her neck and
suddenly both her arms went numb.
"What the hell are you doing?" Elvira screeched.
"I don't care how large you are," Jeremy shouted back,
"you still have a central nervous system."
With an enraged roar Elvira threw her weight forward,
scraping her head across the ceiling.
Her arms came to life again as she saw Jeremy and
Theodore fly across the room.
Get her guys!" Helga screamed running back into the room.
She was carrying a glass jar and opened it.
A flock of feathers erupted out of the jar and dove
toward the giant babysitter. Elvira flailed her arms in
every direction, but it was hopeless. It was impossible
to fight off the swarm and they tickled every inch of her
exposed flesh. It happened again, she reached orgasm and
the lights dimmed, she had a sense of falling. Slowly she
climbed to her feet and looked around. The place was a
wreck with huge holes in the walls and ceilings. Theodore
leaned against one wall, while Jeremy and Helga helped
each other stand.
With a warm feeling in her stomach Elvira realized she
was back to her normal height. Stunned she looked at
herself, amazed at the sight. She was still looking when
Jeremy and Helga tackled her.
"Hey!" Elvira protested, trying to fight back. She was
still coming down from the high of an orgasm though. Off
balance already she was pushed onto her back. Then Jeremy
grabbed her legs and twisted, forcing the baby-sitter
onto her stomach. Helga jumped on her back, driving the
air out of her lungs. Hugging her legs under his arms
Jeremy bent down and back. He was now resting on the back
top part of her legs, holding the lower part bent double.
"Get the things," he gasped out, "I'll keep her busy."
Elvira started to laugh as he tickled her feet. She was
still too weak and out of breath to fight back. Vainly
she tried to push up with her arms, but there was no way
to reach him. It only took a few minutes for Helga to
come back, but by that time Elvira could only wiggle and
squirm. She felt her arms being pulled straight out and
fasted to a bar. As soon as that was done Jeremy stopped
tickling her. Breathing heavily with relief the young
woman was too weak to resist as they sat her up. The bar
was connected to a harness that crisscrossed her chest. A
blindfold was tied over her eyes.
After that she was allowed to fall back to the floor.
Chest heaving body covered in sweat and dust Elvira took
in deep gulps of air.
"Alright." Jeremy said, his own voice sounding a little
out of breath. "Let's get her to the lab."
End.
Will Elvira ever leave Carrion Mansion? Will she ever get
through one episode of this tale fully clothed? What will
happen in the lab? Don't worry, I'll get back to this
some time. Right now I have a baby-sitter of my own to
deal with.
*********
Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode five: Aunt Petunia's Revenge
By Skytower
Elvira has finally regained her normal size, only to be
attacked and captured by Jeremy and Helga. Bound and
Blindfolded she is now on her way to the LAB! (scary
huh?)
(c)1998 By Skytower
"Okay, why the blindfold?" Elvira demanded. They were
walking down some sort of corridor, she could tell that
by the smooth carpet under her feet. There was also the
slightly musty smell that permeated most of Carrion
Mansion. Once again she flexed her arms, but once again
they stayed bound. Elvira was bound with a solid wooden
bar laid across her shoulders and a harness crisscrossed
between her breast. Each arm was bound the length of the
bar with Velcro straps. Given some time alone the young
girl knew she could work loose, but the kids weren't
giving her that time.
"It's meant to keep your escape potential down." Jeremy
said. Elvira could picture his deceptively cherubic face
a he talked. Slim, red haired and green eyed he looked
harmless. His sister was much the same, though her hair
was longer.
"Jeremy subscribes to Abductor Monthly." Helga said from
the other side. Briefly Elvira considered smashing them
with the wooden rod, but decided against it. She would
have to take them both out at once, and there was little
hope of that.
"According to recent studies the blindfold decreases your
escape potential by 20%. Your nudity adds another 20 to
30% of deterrence."
"Always nice to have statistics." Elvira said
sarcastically. It was still a little embarrassing to be
nude in front of them. That two children had taken her
prisoner, even if they had used magic to do it, was
infuriating. Even now she could feel Jeremy's eyes on
her. She was good to look at Elvira knew. Five feet four
to six inches in her bare feet, her body compact, but
shaped well. True her breasts were considered small by
Hollywood standards and her hips a little too wide, but
there had never been any complaints. At least not in the
last 24 hours, and more people had seen her naked lately
than normal. Of course of those
people one was a mutated lady spider, another was an
invisible tickler, and the last one was the spirit of
Englishman channeled into the body of a teddy bear. Given
all that it was doubtful that she would have heard any
complaints anyway.
"From now on my limit is 10, I don't care how much money
is involved."
"What do you mean by that?" Helga asked.
"I meant that I'm never babysitting anyone over the age
of 10 again, I thought 12 would be safe, but you two
proved that wrong."
"We are not 12." Jeremy said.
"We are 84." Helga added.
Elvira stopped and felt them each bump into her. Vainly
casting her head around she tried to see them through her
blindfold.
"What do you mean you're 84?"
"Our family ages differently than most humans." Jeremy
said. "Mother maintains that it is because we are more
evolved."
Elvira felt a push in the small of her back and started
moving again.
"Then why the hell do you need a babysitter?"
"That's something I've asked mother many times." Jeremy
said.
"She says that it's the only way to keep the torches and
pitchforks crowd away." Helga said.
"Oh." Elvira worked her arms again, but again the straps
held. So why are we going to the lab?" she demanded. "I'm
normal size now."
"We know, but Jeremy promised to bring Lucretia to life."
"It's her unbirthday present."
"Oh great, a mad scientist who reads Alice in Wonderland.
Do you know what I'm going to do to you two after I get
loose?"
Suddenly Jeremy and Helga brought her to a stop. Elvira
heard clanking noises ahead of them.
"Hello children."
"Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse." Elvira
whispered her heart jumping.
"Aunt Petunia." Helga gasped, confirming what Elvira had
guessed.
"That's right Helga."
Suddenly Elvira felt the two children leave her. She
could guess why. After she had first been shrunk the
baby-sitter had run into Aunt Petunia. Helga and Jeremy
had mutated the woman. Their aunt had been shrunk to
about a foot tall and had grown an extra set of arms. She
also had the ability to create webbing. Elvira had fallen
into her web and only escaped by licking the woman into
an orgasm. From the sound of Petunia's voice the
babysitter guessed that, like her, Aunt Petunia had
grown.
"I got to thinking after Elvira left me, if the potion
worked on her it might work on me. A quick drink later
and here I am."
There was a whipping sound and Elvira felt a wind go past
her. She stood absolutely still as the sound of a
struggle rose to it's height, then quickly abated. For a
few moments there was silence.
"Who won?" the young girl asked.
"Do you really need to ask?" Aunt Petunia said, whipping
the blindfold off. Elvira felt the air leave her lungs.
Aunt Petunia had not only regained normal height, she had
gone beyond it. At least seven feet tall she still had
four arms. She had also grown an extra pair of breast.
Large and firm with wide pink areolas and slightly
indented nipples. Her figure was firm, muscles rippled
under the skin Elvira could see. And she could see it
all. The sheer volume of the woman was intimidating. But
it was muscle, not fat that the babysitter saw. The
tangle of hair between her legs could have swallowed the
young woman's face. Her feet were huge, the toes as long
as a child's fingers.
"Hi..." the baby-sitter stuttered. "You seem to... Do
you..."
"Remember you?" Petunia smiled stroking Elvira's breast.
"You are the young girl who treated me to one of the best
orgasms I've had in years." She took hold of Elvira's
nipple and pinched. "Then tied me up and tickled me into
slavery." Pinching the nipple fiercely Petunia forced
Elvira to her knees, then on her back. Releasing her hold
the woman grabbed Elvira's legs and webbed them together.
The webbing had grown with Petunia. It was as thick as
clothesline rope and at least as strong. After Elvira's
legs were secured from her ankles to just below her knees
Petunia lightly stroked her feet.
"I did warn you what would happen if I ever got you in my
web didn't I." Leaving Elvira's feet the mutated woman
ran her tongue over Elvira's pussy, easily parting the
hair. While she explored that area two of her hands
kneaded the young girls breast.
"What about the kids?" Elvira gasped out.
"Yes your right." abruptly Petunia stood and walked over
to Jeremy and Helga. They were both little more than
white cocoons and she hefted them easily. "I'll be back."
she sang as she walked away.
It took a little while but Elvira finally freed herself
from the bar, breaking it across her shoulders. She was
in one of the corridors of Carrion Mansion. Ten feet wide
and fifteen feet tall, with dark wood paneling the
mansion was a model of Victorian splendor. Suits of armor
lined the walls, alternating with family portraits.
Elvira rolled over to one of the armor suits and started
to use its sword to cut through the webbing. It took a
while, even though the sword was sharp. Once that was
done the young girl stood up and looked around. No one
was in sight, and there were no suspicious sounds. For
the first time in what seemed like years Elvira relaxed.
Then she started to head back to her own room.
"I say, excuse me."
Elvira stopped as part of the wall opened and a teddy
bear walked through it. He was about a foot tall, with a
tweed vest and cute button eyes.
"Hiya." Elvira said, continuing on.
"You must help, Aunt Petunia is planning something
terrible for the youngsters."
"Good, maybe she'll let me watch."
"I say!" he started to follow her. "Young woman that is a
most deplorable attitude."
"What?" Elvira stopped short and Mr. Bear bumped into her
leg.
"Despite the children's mischief you are still the baby-
sitter, they are still in your care." Somehow the tubby
toy managed to draw himself up and look down at her. "You
cannot abandon that responsibility."
Elvira opened her mouth to argue, then stopped. He was
right. She didn't like it but he was right. Besides, the
basic strategy of self preservation dictated she tackle
Petunia while she was busy doing something else.
"Where are they?"
"In the solarium. Miss Petunia is laughing in a most
unseemly manor."
"Ok, let's get to my room first and then to the
solarium."
"Of course." Mr. Bear said, leading the way. "You must
have some terrible weapon in your room."
"Something like that." Elvira said.
A little while later Elvira and Mr. Bear peered
cautiously through stained glass. The solarium was
located on the East Side of Carrion Mansion. Dark stained
glass three stories high caught the moonlight, turning
the interior into a stark white graveyard. Vague images
on the glass showed scenes from Dante's Inferno. There
was a sunken fountain in the center of the room. A stone
woman lay under a murderer's ax, her throat spraying
water into an onyx basin.
Elvira, dressed in the oversized hockey shirt she used as
a nightgown, shuddered. The jersey had been the only
piece of clothing she could find in what was left of her
room. That and the hockey stick she nearly always
carried. The stick usually made her feel secure. Now she
wished it were some sort of machine gun.
Aunt Petunia had erected a giant web across the solarium.
Toward the bottom were two struggling cocoons that must
have been Helga and Jeremy. Just inside the window near
the floor the mutated woman adjusted two giant lenses.
The lightening sky told Elvira what Petunia was planning.
"She likes cooked kids." she whispered.
"Indeed." Mr. Bear said. "In fact I do believe she was
trying to do this when the children first shrunk her."
"I don't suppose it's going to be a cloudy day." Elvira
sat down and brought her knees up to her chest.
"Clear and mild with temperatures in the 50's." Mr. Bear
said. Elvira stared at him and he added. "I am the
butler, it is one of my duties to know the weather."
"Of course." she peered through the door again. There was
no chance of her taking on Aunt Petunia. Not in a
firefight anyway. "Teddy..."
"Mr. Bear, please."
"Mr. Bear," she continued through gritted teeth, "go to
Jeremy's lab and get me either a jar of feathers or that
supper soaker filled with the shrinking potion or both."
"At once madam." the bear lumbered off and Elvira glanced
into the room again. The sky was rapidly growing lighter
with the promise of a new day. Rising the baby-sitter
quietly jogged down the hall, stopping at the first door.
As quietly as possible she unscrewed the doorknobs. From
the solarium she could hear the theme song to the TV show
"Friends". It was sung off key and sent chills down her
spine.
"I hate that show." she half whispered, half snarled.
With the doorknobs free she crept back up the corridor.
Minutes passed and the sky grew lighter. With a splendid
vista of colors the sun started to rise. In practically
no time at the entire solarium was filled with a golden
glow. It shone through the stained glass, making the
torments of hell dance with eerie life. Aunt Petunia sang
as the sun rose, switching from Friends theme song to
Sienfeld.
"You know I really am looking forward to this." she said
giving Jeremy's cocoon a poke. It shuddered and struggled
in response. "Little children are oh so sweat and tasty."
Sunlight hit the lenses at that point and a small star
was born on each cocoon. Almost instantly it they started
to glow with heat. Then one of the stars shattered. In
shock Aunt Petunia turned to the doorway. Standing there
Elvira took careful aim and let loose another wristshot.
It shattered the second lens.
"How dare you!" Aunt Petunia growled.
"Friends, Sienfeld and now a cliche?" Elvira stood with
the hockey stick ready. "Lady you need help."
With a snarl the mutated woman leapt at her. Elvira
dodged and parried with her stick. It threw her opponent
to one side, but before the girl could brace herself Aunt
Petunia was on her. The hockey stick was thrown out of
her hands. They rolled on the ground, wrestling. Elvira
quickly found herself on her back. Two of Petunia's hands
held the baby-sitters wrist above her head. Elvira's
ankles were held tightly by Petunia's elongated toes.
Unfortunately that left Elvira stretched out and
helpless, with the last set of Petunia's hands free.
"Maybe I'm not that hungry right now." Aunt Petunia
purred as she slowly lifted the jersey up Elvira's body.
She spread her legs out, forcing Elvira's legs apart as
well. Slowly the spider woman rubbed her pussy against
Elvira's. The jersey was pulled up under her arms,
exposing the young woman's breast. Aunt Petunia bent down
and took one of the breast in her mouth, nibbling softly
at the oversized nipple.
"Forget it lady." Elvira said, her voice hanging coldly
in the air. "Right now I'm picturing Rush Limbaugh
humping Roseanne."
"Humm!" Petunia let out a long sigh. "Sounds like fun."
Lightly she reached down and stroked Elvira's sides. "In
fact it sounds funny." Clenching her teeth Elvira tried
not to laugh. She had lost count of the times laughing
her way to an orgasm had caused her to shrink or grow.
She couldn't afford to shrink now, and even if she grew
it might not be enough. Aunt Petunia was persistent
though. One of her toes stretched around and stroked the
souls of Elvira's foot. That was it. Elvira started to
giggle. Then laugh. Soon time lost all meaning as the
baby-sitters nerves screamed at her. When finally Aunt
Petunia bent down and took Elvira's breast in her mouth
she found it full and stiff. Elvira moaned through her
laughter as her nipple was sucked and teased.
"Stop vile creature!" Mr. Bear ordered.
Shocked out of her arousal Elvira wrenched free of
Petunia's grasp and rolled away from her.
"Good timing teddy."
"Mr. Bear..."
Elvira interrupted him by grabbing the super soaker out
of his hands and firing.
"Shrink baby shrink!" she shouted.
The stream of liquid shot out and hit Petunia in the
chest. The woman's body shook, then glowed. Then grew.
Before Elvira's eyes Aunt Petunia expanded, not stopping
until she filled most of the room.
"Didn't you get the shrinking potion?"
"I thought I did. Your did specify the super soaker did
you not?"
"The fault is not his my dear." Petunia's voice
reverberated around the solarium, making the glass
vibrate. "What you did not realize was that a second does
of the potion would have a different effect on my already
mutated form." she smiled, showing a row of fangs. "No
harm done."
"Give me that!" Elvira shouted, grabbing the mason jar
from the teddy bear. "Penna Titilare Aunt Petunia!" she
shouted, unscrewing the jar.
At once the feathers swarmed out and surrounded the giant
woman. Petunia screamed and thrashed, her screams turning
to laughter as the feathers tickled her from all sides.
While she laughed Elvira darted forward and grabbed
Jeremy and Helga's cocoons. Jumping and dodging she
carried them out of the room. Looking back she could tell
Petunia was lost in the tickling high. The glassy look in
her eyes told Elvira she was nearing the limit. A sudden
idea came to Elvira. Grabbing Mr. Bear she threw him onto
Petunia's chest.
"Go for the nipples!" she shouted following him. While
Mr. Bear rubbed for all he was worth Elvira leapt to the
woman's pussy. Pulling off her shirt she used it to rub
the sides, stimulating Petunia even more. It took a few
minutes, then there was a shriek and suddenly Petunia
shrunk. It was even quicker than her growth. One minute
she was gigantic, the next she was lain exhausted in
Elvira's palm.
Elvira was waiting that afternoon when Mrs. Carrion came
home. Sitting in an overstuffed arm chair the young girl
was dressed in a Victorian gown. It was the only thing
she could find that fit. In a birdcage Aunt Petunia
lazily swung on a swing. Jeremy and Helga were propped up
next to each other on the couch, still cocooned. The
baby-sitter took a sip from the tea Mr. Bear handed her
and looked up expectantly.
"Did you have fun this weekend?" Mrs. Carrion asked.
End.
*************
Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode six: Old Potions Never Die
By Skytower
Months ago while babysitting Jeremy and Helga Carrion,
Elvira Peterson was tickled, shrunk, assaulted by a
mutated aunt, tickled, grown to three times her normal
height, shrunk and then bound. Now she's back.
(c)1999 by Skytower
Elvira Peterson slowed her moped to a stop and took a
deep breath. A chill breeze curled around her, defeating
the early evening spring sunshine. Deepening shadows were
growing slowly around her, but none compared to Carrion
Mansion. Weakly lit by the dying day the mansion loomed
before her, it's semi-Gothic architecture deceptively
welcoming. Like a mousetrap baited with pleasant smelling
cheese.
"Stop it." she scolded herself. "Houses are just wood and
glass and other stuff."
If the mansion heard her it did not react. It just sat,
as it had sat for years on the small rise on the
outskirts of town. A grey stone wall surrounded the
house, though it wasn't really needed. Over many years
and after many unexplained occurrences (not to mention a
few disappearances) no one in town was fool enough to go
near the mansion.
"Well, almost no one." she whispered, getting off of her
moped. But then, she thought, I really don't have much
choice. As it had done months before the wrought iron
gate opened on it's own, but something new had been added
to it. A black gargoyle's face glared at her as the gate
swung back. Pitted and scared by the elements the face
seemed to mutely curse her. Hurrying past it Elvira
jogged up to the front steps. Leaning the moped to one
side she picked up her pack and walked over to the door.
Two more gargoyle head knockers stared at her. She
knocked, then took a step back as the sound shook the
house.
"Get a grip." she told herself crossly. "You're not a
rookie." Elvira was pretty by almost any standard, though
not stunningly beautiful by Hollywood standards. She
stood about halfway over five feet, with long brown hair
that was currently tucked into a wool cap. Loose fitting
jeans and a Bruins warm up jacket further obscured a
slight but appealing figure. Her face was gamin like,
with high forehead, rich
brown eyes and a slightly too small nose over a soft
mouth. The door opened and an extremely tall woman with
crimson hair greeted her.
"Welcome Elvira." Lillith Carion said, retreating a
little to let the babysitter in. The elder Carion had not
changed at all since the last time Elvira had seen her.
Extremely tall and thin, with a face seemingly chiseled
out of pale marble. Framing that face was dark red hair.
The most striking feature in the face was a pair of
bright green eyes. She was wearing a black sequined
evening gown and looked exotically (or terrifyingly
Elvira told herself) beautiful. Elvira walked in, setting
her bag down near the stairs.
Carion Mansion had not changed in the few months she'd
been away. In front of her a set of stairs led upward to
the second floor, branching off into the two main wings
of the house. To her right was the entrance to the
dinning room, to her left the kitchen. At the top of the
stairs Jeremy and Helga Carrion stood and smiled at her.
They were twins, with the same crimson hair as their
mother.
Like her their skin was pale, both faces were thin, his
to the point of looking pinched, her's merely looking
chunky. His red hair was cut short, almost a buzz cut,
her's was long, nearly to her waist. Four green eyes
gazed at her, giving the babysitter the feeling that she
was in the sights of some arcane weapon.
"Nice to see you again." Jeremy said.
"At full size." Helga added.
"Children." Mrs. Carrion said, her tone one of warning as
she put on her coat. "I do not wish to hear of any
unpleasantness on Monday. Is that understood?"
"Yes mother." Jeremy and Helga said at the same time, in
the same voice. The voice did nothing to reassure the
babysitter.
"Here are the emergency numbers." Mrs. Carrion said,
handing Elvira a small black book. Goodbye."
"See ya." Elvira said.
"Okay." Elvira said, marching up the stairs as soon as
the door closed. "A couple of things to clear up. First:
where's Aunt Petunia?"
"Father took her to a specialist in the old country."
Jeremy said.
"He was a little upset after she tried to eat us."
"Yea? How did he feel about the two of you mutating her?"
"He said that it was 'excusable youthful exuberance'
Jeremy said.
"Of course, everyone mutates their aunt."
"Why are you back with us?" Jeremy asked as they followed
her down the hallway. "I haven't heard anything about
Hell freezing over."
"I need your help."
"Our help?"
Elvira opened the door to her old room, noting that they
had fixed up the damage from her last visit. Going inside
she threw her pack down on the bed and turned to them.
"Yea, I'm still going up and down a lot."
"The formulea is still active?"
"Good work Jeremy!" Helga exclaimed, slapping him on the
back.
"I'm brilliant." he agreed with false modesty.
"Hey!" Elvira protested. "Master mind! I've still got a
problem. Every time I laugh too much or..."
"Engage in intercourse enough to reach an orgasmic level
of satisfaction?" Helga suggested as Elvira faltered.
"Yea." Elvira said, blushing. "I either shrink or grow,
or grow too much."
"Well as long as you avoid hilarity and sex you should be
ok." Jeremy said.
"That's not going to happen Jeremy."
"Indeed? I didn't know you were that promiscuous."
"I'm not..."
"I hope you're careful." Helga said.
"What?"
"She's right," Jeremy agreed, "the formula could be
transferable."
"I wonder if her and her partner could grow
simultaneously?"
"Maybe, but I..."
"Enough!" Elvira shouted. Jumping off the bed she grabbed
the two children by the throats. "Can you cure me?"
Jeremy hummed to himself and Elvira released them.
Keep your temper, she thought. They shrunk ya last time,
who knows what they've worked on since then.
"Was that a good hum or a bad hum?"
"That was a; 'I'm running out of a air ' hum." he said,
rubbing his neck. "But in answer to your first question:
yes I think I can cure you. But we'll have to go the
lab."
"The lab." Elvira repeated. "Okay lets go to the lab."
As they walked through the corridors of Carion Mansion
Elvira looked around. The place was still the same, high
ceilings, dark wood paneling, a few tapestries and suits
of armor. Lit by flickering lamps it was the model of a
haunted house. Unfortunately it wasn't haunted. Elvira
would have welcomed ghost instead of the two children who
walked in front of her. It didn't help that they weren't
really children, but some strange species of humanity
that simply aged slowly.
According to Jeremy they were both in their 80's.
Trusting the two of them again was not what Elvira wanted
to do, but it beat explaining things to her mother. Or
ending up spending another night in her little sisters
Malibu Stacy dream house. They came to the end of the
corridor and stopped. Elvira braced herself as Jeremy
pulled a sword on one of the armored suits. The floor
vanished and they fell into darkness.
This time Elvira landed on her feet. Getting up slowly
she looked around. Jeremy and Helga bounced up and went
over to a computer console. The console was new, and big,
taking up the entire south wall.
"I thought you went in for magic and alchemy and stuff."
Elvira said, walking over to him. The sound of chemicals
bubbling and boiling filled her ears, even as chemical
scents assaulted her nose.
"I am, but there is no law that says a computer can't
hold a spell." he patted the console. "Father got this
for me for my birthday."
"Nice, I got a new hockey stick." Elvira said, studying
the machine. It looked like every computer she had ever
seen on TV. It had a keyboard, large monitor, dozens of
dials and switches neatly arranged. Near the top center
was an outline and three empty holes. "Should I be
worried the manufacturers logo's missing?"
"Not at all." Jeremy said. "I've made extensive
modifications."
"Oh great." Elvira muttered.
"Just give me a few seconds to call up your file."
Leaving him to the machine Elvira wandered over to Helga.
The little girl was making a notation on a notepad.
Suspended in mid air was a small ball that looked like
green jelly.
"Still working on bringing that doll to life?" Elvira
asked.
"We did that already. " Helga said. "She and Mr. Bear ran
of and got married. They're on their honeymoon."
"Oh." the babysitters mind whirled for a moment as she
tried to picture a teddy bear with the spirit of an
English butler making love to an animated Malibu Stacy
doll. "What's that then?"
"A transformation pill." Helga glanced up at her and
smiled.
"Forget it." Elvira said, backing away. "I'm not ending
up as a spider centaur."
"That was Jeremy's experiment." the little girl
protested, a hurt look coming over her face. "I don't
turn people into spiders."
"Sorry."
Mollified Helga turned back to the experiment. Elvira
gave her a ten count before asking the inevitable
question.
"What does it do?"
"Either a bird, a mouse or a cat, I'm not sure yet.
Jeremy's the one who likes nice orderly things, that's
why he went into science."
"And you like things crazy?"
"Chaotic." Helga agreed.
"Found the file." Jeremy called. Elvira and Helga went
over to the computer and looked at the screen. A complex
chain of chemicals was dancing across the monitor.
"Pretty colors," Elvira conceded, "what do they mean."
"It is hard to say." he punched the keyboard a few times
and the chemicals danced some more. "Can you tell me the
exact moments and circumstances when the changes took
place?"
"Oh yea, it's not something I forget easily. First time
was about a month after I left the fun house here. "
Elvira sighed, remembering.
"Polly's hitting me!"
"I am not."
"Settle down!" Elvira shouted, trying to keep the tray of
snacks balanced as she moved across the room. Her sister
Guinevere held court on her bed, explaining to one and
all how a perfect snowball was made. Elsewhere in the
room a cauldron of little girls sought mischief.
"Everything alright dear?" the call came from her
mother's room, a safe fortress in the remote recesses of
the hallway.
"Just fine mom!" Elvira called back, setting the tray
down and pulling back in time to avoid getting trampled.
Impossible, she thought. There must be more than four
girls here.
Muffled; "Thank you's" were heard.
Elvira closed the door, hoping her mother wouldn't be
tempted to get out of bed. A broken leg needed time to
heal, and she was determined to give her mother that
time.
"Game time!" Guinevere cried out.
"Tho it doth cost me my sanity." Elvira whispered to
herself.
Where Elvira took after her father's side of the family,
her sister leaned more toward her mother. Blonde hair,
cute face, arms and legs already surpassing her body,
Guinevere had five or six years before growing into the
true beauty she would become.
"One game only." Elvira called back. "And everyone gets
to play."
"Darts." Polly called out. Polly was the closest thing to
a punk ten-year-old Elvira had ever seen. She had blue
highlights in her hair and was a little pudgy.
"No sharp objects."
"Makeovers." Danielle called. She was the fashion plate
of the group, with great blue eyes and long black hair.
"No chemicals."
"Doom." Mary called, she loved either the computer or the
TV, and had the thick glasses to prove it.
"And let you near the computer again? Forget it."
It went on like that for a while, Elvira rejecting one
game after another. Then Guinevere called out: "Twister!"
"What is Twister?" Jeremy asked interrupting.
"You never played?"
"If I had played, I would have known what the game was,
and therefore I would not have asked."
He's gonna be a principle when he grows up, Elvira
thought.
"Twister is game where you place a mat on the floor. On
the mat are different colored dots. Arranged in a
crisscross pattern. A person has a big color chart
divided with parts of the body. You spin an arrow and it
lands on say Blue under left foot. The person on the mat
whose turn it is has to put his left foot on a blue dot.
They have to do it without taking there other feet or
hands off the mat. At least that's the rules we used."
"I bet Aunt Petunia could win that game." Helga said.
The game seemed benign enough. At the very least Elvira
thought it would tire them out. She said ok and a space
was cleared. The game started off ok, with all four girls
on the mat and Elvira spinning the
arrow. Soon the mat was a twisted mass of young girls.
Then Guinevere, reaching for a blue dot, brushed her hand
against Polly's foot. The giggling started, and soon a
full-scale tickle war was in progress.
Elvira waded into the melee...
"Not a very bright thing to do." Jeremy pointed out. The
babysitter ignored him and went on.
... And got tripped.
"Get her." Guinevere shouted.
Eight little hands immediately roamed over her body, none
more dangerous that her little sister, who knew where to
tickle. Elvira fought to get up but it was no use. She
was prepared to let the girls tire themselves out when
she felt a familiar feeling come over her. Desperately
she tried to escape, but it was too late. There was a
tingling feeling on her skin, the world was lit by strobe
lights, her cloths suddenly felt loose.
Then it was over and a now miniature Elvira crawled out
from under her cloths to the astonished stares of her
charges.
"I take it your sister was surprised."
"No kidding." Elvira said.
"What did they do?" Helga asked.
"Well first I had a fun time explaining what was going
on. Then I had to convince them I wasn't a toy. I'm
telling you right now, nail polish is not meant for a
girl six inches tall, and crayons aren't much fun
either." Elvira shuddered. "Finally I spent the night
modeling Malibu Stacy outfits. Got to sleep in her dream
house and worked my way back to full size the next
morning in the bathroom."
"Tickling or masturbation?" Jeremy asked.
"Masturbation." Elvira said blushing.
"What did you tell your sister?" Helga asked.
"I told her about you two, and that you're mad scientist,
and that the effect wears off after a couple of hours."
"Why not tell her the truth?" Jeremy entered some more
data into the computer.
"She's way to young."
"We know."
"But we're more advanced than normal children." Helga
pointed out.
"Advanced isn't the word I'd use."
"When was the next time?"
"Well after that night word was out." An ironic smile
graced Elvira's face. "Within a week I was the most
popular babysitter in town. A couple of parents even had
a bidding war over me one night. My bank accounts never
been so good. Every kid wanted to shrink me and play with
their new doll."
"And you thought we were unique." Jeremy said.
"Wrong word kid, wrong word. " Elvira took a deep breath.
"Well a week after the party Polly and her little brother
got me. They threw a blanket over my head and kept
tickling until I was small. After that I spent the next
few hours trying to stay afloat in their bathtub. Had a
dicey moment when Polly pulled the plug.
"Then there was the delightful time I had with Mary's
brother. He tied her up after I was shrunk and I had to
recite lines from 'Peter Pan'. Two weeks later I was
babysitting Danielle. She crawled under the couch and
slapped two handcuffs on my ankles. Once I was small I
spent an hour behind her radiator finding her lucky
necklace, as well as two dollars in change, five baseball
cards and a nice mouse named Jerry."
"Did he say anything?" Helga asked.
"I was making the last part up." Elvira told her.
"Shouldn't do that."
"Over the past few months nearly every kid in town has
tried to shrink me." Elvira said, ignoring her. "A few
have tried to take pictures too. Mary taped me down on
her scanner and I was nearly sent out on the Internet.
All I need is for some kid to give his parents proof
and..." she paused, searching for the consequences. "Well
I don't know, but I don't want it to happen."
"Have you grown overly large at all?" Jeremy asked.
"Once." Elvira said, blushing again.
The only sound for a moment was the hum of the computer
and the gurgle of chemicals.
"Oh all right." Elvira said, giving way to the
inevitable. "Teddy and I were making out after practice,
we got a little hot and the next thing I know I'm giganta
again."
"He must have been very surprised." Jeremy said.
"Not really. We were under a tree and when I grew I
slammed him into it, knocked him out. By the time he came
too I'd gotten myself back to normal size. Lucky we were
near the practice rink so I had a spare set of cloths."
"How did you manage to tickle yourself into shrinking
again?" Helga asked.
"Held my feet over a floor buffer set on low."
"Inventive." Jeremy said. "How far did he get before you
grew?"
"What?"
Jeremy leaned back, a thoughtful expression on his face.
"Well were you actually..."
"He was just feeling me up." Elvira exclaimed. "One hand
on my breast. Satisfied?"
"Left or right?"
"Hand?"
"Breast."
"Right."
"There is a pattern." Jeremy's fingers flew over the
keyboard and the display changed to a different molecule.
"What we have here is two distinct reactions to two
separate stimuli. Possibly because you were exposed to
two different forms of the serum. I think I can solve the
problem, but I'll have to do some test."
"Should I get some samples?" Helga asked, holding up a
pair of pliers and hedge clippers.
"No, for this we'll have to use the table."
"Not that I'm going to like the answer to this," Elvira
said, "but what table?"
Jeremy operated a control and part of the floor in the
center of the lab dropped away, taking a table full of
experiments with it. There was a pause and then a new
table rose from the floor. It was ten feet long, with a
universal ball joint for a base. A slight humanoid
depression lay in the center. Though big enough for a
normal human, metal polls for arms and legs extended from
the side. The gleaming chrome and black metal seemed to
stare at her.
"Just take your cloths off and lay down." Jeremy said.
"We'll do the rest."
"Trust us." Helga said.
Brother and sister smiled at her.
{Will Elvira be cured? Once they get her onto the table
will they even try? Stay tuned.]
***********
Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode seven: The Return of Uncle Frank
Returning to Clarion Mansion to seek a cure for her
tickle/orgasmic induced shrinking and growing, Elvira is
now faced with the table.
(c)1998 by Skytower
"I can't believe I'm doing this." Elvira said, kicking
off her sneakers. She was in the Lab, a converted cellar
(dungeons more like it, she thought) in Clarion Mansion.
Around her the regular lab noises continued. Chemicals
simmered and boiled various gears and levers ground their
way through eternity. In front of her was a large table,
mounted on a universal ball joint. Unbuckling her belt
the babysitter pulled down her pants and handed them to
Helga.
"To solve a problem you need data." Jeremy said, sitting
at a large computer console. His cherubic face was
completely serious, though his green eyes seemed to
crackle as Elvira pulled her sweater over her head.
Underneath it she wore a blue one-piece teddy with lace
edging. It showed off a slight figure, with wide hips and
small breast. Handing her cloths to Helga the young girl
jumped onto the table.
"That's it?" Helga asked.
"That's all this time." Elvira said, lying back.
"Why the modesty?" Jeremy asked, starting to work with
the computer. "We've seen you naked before. In fact we've
wrestled while you were naked."
"So live with the memory."
"Very well."
There was a slight whirring sound and a metal ball
descended from the shadows. Elvira swore and launched
herself from the table.
"What's wrong?" Helga asked. "Is the table cold?"
"What the hells that?"
"It's a sensor array." Jeremy said.
"Oh." Elvira looked at the ball. It was about two feet in
diameter, with nearly a thousand (or so it seemed)
antenna of various shapes and sizes. "It looks like the
thing Darth Vader used to torture Princess Leia."
"It's quite harmless." Jeremy said.
I've heard that before, Elvira thought. Unconvinced she
got on the table and laid back.
"Beginning scan." Jeremy announced. "I'll activate the
remote viewer so you can see."
A screen in the shadows above the table came to life and
Elvira saw herself. Slowly it changed, first showing her,
then showing her muscles, organs, bones and finally
reversing itself.
"Nothing."
"Unless you count the pizza she had for lunch." Helga
pointed out. "I can't believe you had garlic, mushroom,
pepperoni and anchovies."
So sayeth the ghoulish gormea, Elvira thought.
"Let us think this through." Jeremy said, leaning back.
"Elvira, can you remember exactly where the first
shrinking potion hit your body?"
"Right here." Elvira ran her hand across her chest. "When
you shot me with the super soaker."
The young scientist adjusted a control and the ball
dropped lower. On the screen Elvira's breast tripled in
size, then turned transparent.
"Still nothing."
"Try cellular resolution." Helga suggested.
Jeremy adjusted again and the view of Elvira's breast
zoomed in until the skin seemed to part and layers of
skin, crisscrossed with light hair could be seen. Then
the hair vanished and the view became one of overlapping
layers of round translucent ovals. The image was fuzzy,
slightly out of focus. For a few minutes they said
nothing as he re-adjusted the controls.
"You'll have to take the underwear off." Jeremy said,
finally. "The scanner can't handled the fabric."
Sighing with frustration Elvira reached up and pulled the
top of her teddy down. Her breast broke free, the
accentuated nipples stiffening in the cool air of the
lab.
The change in the scan was immediate, and to the
babysitter meaningless. It was clear, but Elvira had no
idea what she was looking at.
"Still nothing." Jeremy said.
"No." Helga adjusted the scanner and it moved until it
was focused on a small sac. "Check out the spectrum on
the sweat gland."
"Your right." Jeremy once again adjusted the scan. Soon
the image of a small machine could be seen hanging on the
gland.
"What the hell is that thing?" Elvira asked, sitting up.
"A nanite." Helga said.
"A small..."
"Yea I know, I saw that Star Trek episode. How the hell
did it get into me?"
"It was in the potion." Jeremy said. "That's how the
growth and shrinking effects work. The nanites generate a
field that compresses or expands you body structure."
"I thought it was magic."
"The second potion was magic." Jeremy said. "Unstable if
you'll remember. I abandoned it when I was unable to
stabilize the side effects."
"What side effects?"
"Increased sexual appetite, slight weight loss and a
desire to rule the world. You haven't had any of those
have you?"
"Not yet." Exasperated Elvira lay back down. Growing and
shrinking had been enough to handle what if she suddenly
wanted to take over the world? What would she do with it
if she got it?
"The first potion was just a carrier for the nanites. I
realized that in a liquid carrier they could go through
clothing and soak into the skin. But they should have
deactivated after the first few days."
"They? How many of these things are in me?"
"I'll have to scan to see." Jeremy said. "And I will have
to do it without interference."
"Oh hell." Elvira said, pulling the rest of her teddy off
she dropped it on the floor. Completely naked she closed
her eyes and willed them not to say anything. I wonder if
centerfolds feel this way, she thought.
"Same as before." Jeremy remarked, starting to tap out
commands on the keyboard.
"No, she's had a trim since then." Helga said.
Why didn't I let Aunt Petunia eat me when I had the
chance, Elvira wondered? She shuddered as she thought of
a thousand little machines inhabiting her body.
Suddenly metal straps erupted from the table. They
encircled her ankles, knees, waste and wrist.
"Hey!" Elvira shouted, struggling. For a few moments she
strained every muscle in her body, but remained trapped.
"I need you to keep still." Jeremy said.
"Besides it's more fun this way." Helga added. "It lives
up to the image.
"Perverted twins." Elvira muttered.
"Yes." A voice from nowhere said. "Aren't they?"
"Huh?"
Suddenly Helga stiffened, and a white cloth out of the
blue appeared around her face. She struggled, but in a
few moments was unconscious.
"Uncle Frank!" Jeremy shouted. Before he could do
anything the white cloth appeared around his face.
"Let me out of this thing!" Elvira screeched.
But it was too late. Jeremy and Helga were slumped on the
floor, completely out. She lay on the table helpless,
looking around desperately for any sign of the Invisible
Tickler. There was nothing not a sound. Something light
brushed across the soul of her feet. Elvira laughed,
despite her efforts. Nothing happened for a few moments
and she braced herself, tightening every muscle.
Something tickled under her arms, at the same time
something started to brush lightly across her left
nipple. For a minute Elvira was able to keep control,
then she burst out laughing.
"Receptive as always." Uncle Frank said, keeping up the
stimulation. "But this is hardly the perfect place." The
white cloth appeared and Elvira laughed her way to sleep.
*
Elvira woke up struggling like a fish in a net. Like
coming out of a nightmare she willed her limbs to move,
but they were held in place. Opening her eyes the
babysitter realized she was in her room. Lying on her
large four poster bed. Elvira looked around, but saw
nothing.
"What am I looking for, " she muttered, "he's invisible."
"Are you awake?" A voice from somewhere near he stomach
asked.
"Yea, wide awake."
"Good."
Suddenly Elvira started to move. She sat up, her body
responding to commands other than her own. Elvira looked
down and saw that she was in some sort of leather
harness. Straps were around her body at the wrist,
elbows, waste and legs.
"I shall alert Uncle Frank."
"Ok. " Was the voice asking her or telling her?
Stiffly she moved across the room to a silken cord that
hung next to the door. Elvira's arm reached up, her hand
took the cord and pulled. Then the hand released the cord
and suddenly she could move freely. Quickly she moved her
hands to the buckles, only to have her fingers refuse to
move when they got to them.
"Sorry, but I can't let you release yourself," the voice
said. "but I can allow a small amount of self commanded
movement."
"Who are you?"
"I am Benny, your bondage suit." The voice was chipper,
friendly, almost Disney like.
"Oh."
"If you'd like to take a good look we can go in and see
us in the bathroom mirror."
"Sure."
Wonderful thing about shrinking a lot, Elvira pondered as
her body walked, through no will of hers, into the
bathroom, it makes ya hard to rattle. What she saw in the
bathroom mirror rattled her anyway.
She was still naked, but that she knew. Encircling her
arms and legs were small leather straps, interconnected
by a network of thinner strips of leather. The straps
formed a cone around each of her breast, and covering the
nipples were two glass eyes. Directly below her breast
was a large leather patch. On the patch were a nose and a
mouth. Every strap in the suit met at the patch. Around
her throat a small ball hung loosely.
One of the glass eyes winked at her.
"Benny." she said, her voice completely numb.
"How do you do. I hope to make your captivity as pleasant
as possible. In me you have the ultimate in bondage gear,
polite, flexible, and completely escape proof. You are
utterly helpless in my grasp.
"Yea!" Elvira gave a mock cheer. Benny was every
telephone sales person she had ever talked to. He made it
sound so natural, so right, that she be his(?) prisoner.
"I also think I enhance your appearance, since I am
designed to make breast look bigger, leg muscles more
firm and slim your hips."
Elvira was about to respond, though she had no idea what
she was going to say, when another voice was heard.
"Benny." Uncle Frank called. Instantly Elvira found
herself walking back into the bedroom. A small pushcart
was waiting by the bed. Above it a small feather hung in
mid air.
"Just set her down on the bed." Frank said. His voice
held a slight tremor a lilt that nearly broke through
every few seconds.
Elvira was moved to the bed and forced to lay down. Uncle
Frank took hold of her ankles and moved them over the
edge. Then a strange contraption was pulled out of the
cart. It was a small wood frame, with two rings in the
center that fit over her ankles. From the frame ten small
cords hung, at the end of each was a woven fabric tube.
Uncle Frank attached each of the tubes to one of Elvira's
toes.
It was when he pulled them taunt that she realized they
were miniature Chinese finger traps. He adjusted a knob
on the frame and her toes her pulled up and away from
each other. A small bar with two rings was attached to
either of her big toes, holding them apart and rigid. The
babysitter swallowed as she realized how vulnerable her
feet were. The next thing to come out of the tray
confused her. It was a portable tape player. Uncle Frank
put it on the floor and then produced a large feather.
"Let's warm up a little shall we."
The feather glided across the soul of her foot and Elvira
started to giggle. He kept this up for a few minutes,
then moved on. When he started to tickle the space
between her toes Elvira nearly jumped off
the bed, despite Benny. She had never realized how
ticklish she was there. It only took a few strokes of the
feather for her to laugh so hard tears come to her eyes.
Uncle Frank pulled back and let her laughter play itself
out.
"I think we're ready." he said.
They were both surprised when the doorbell rang.
"Who would dare interrupt me now?" Uncle Frank raved.
"Are you expecting anyone?"
"Are you kidding? I tell all my friends to stay away from
this place."
"Well we shall soon see. Benny, a gag if you please."
Before Elvira could react the ball that hung around her
throat stuffed itself into her mouth.
"Whammmmph!" was all she managed to get out.
"Now to deal with the interloper."
Please let it be a swat team, Elvira prayed.
End.
{Our heroine is helpless, what could be worse? Who could
be at the door? She'll find out soon}
****************
Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode one: Stereo Tickling
By Skytower
Having returned to Clarion Mansion to find a cure for her
orgasmicly induced shrinking and growing, Elvira now
finds herself a captive of Uncle Frank, the Invisible
Tickler. Now, strapped into Benny the Bondage Suit, her
feet in the tickling frame, Elvira waits for the tickle
torture to begin.
(c)1998 by Skytower
The room was old, grand in feeling and style. It was the
type of room that an Edwardian lady might have occupied.
Large bay windows framed the night sky. High ceilings
with elaborate moldings added elegance. There was a
dresser and wardrobe, both of the best New England oak. A
large four-post bed stood in the center of the room. Also
of oak it was canopied and in another era was the place a
dignified lady might have talked with her maid.
Elvira Peterson had never had a maid, and seldom in her
life had she been called a lady. But even less in her
life had she been in the position she was in. She lay
nude on the bed. Trapped by the collection of leather
straps that was Benny the Bondage suit.
Benny, a cheerful, perky suit as bondage suits go, had
complete control over the babysitter's movements. His
nose and mouth rested over her belly button, his eyes
toped the conical straps that encased her breast. Her
feet were further trapped in a tickling frame, the toes
held apart by an ingenious use of Chinese finger traps.
She shifted a little bit, trying to get comfortable.
Elvira was a little over five feet tall, with a slim
figure. She had wide hips and small but full breast. A
ball gag was stuffed into her mouth, making her nose look
a little larger than normal. Unable to move her body,
Elvira's brown eyes traveled about the room. It had been
ten minutes since Uncle Frank, the invisible tickler, had
gone to see who was at the front door. Ten minutes of
sheer torture for the young babysitter.
Sooner or later he was going to come back, and the
tickling would start again. Like all unpleasant
experiences it was the anticipation that was hardest to
endure.
If I could just masturbate, she thought.
For anyone else the wish wouldn't have made sense, but
for Elvira sexual ecstasy was a way of escape. Exposed to
an unstable shrinking potion Elvira could now shrink,
when she was tickled enough, or grow if she was
experiencing an orgasm. Shrinking would put her even more
at Uncle Frank's mercy, if that were possible. Growing
would free her, though it might destroy Benny.
Elvira heard a sound from the hallway and watched as the
door was thrown open. A young woman wearing a bright
flower pattern dress, brown boots, and a fur parka
floated into the room. She presented
a comical sight, flailing away in mid-air at the unseen
Uncle.
"Elvira!" she called.
Mindy, Elvira thought. Just perfect, it would have to be
her. Not that she didn't like Mindy. Mindy McConnel was
her best friend. A talented artist and pretty good
goaltender, the young blonde had the one attribute that
made her the worst person to show up at Clarion Mansion.
She was very ticklish. That fact was proven over the next
few minutes as the battle continued. Mindy's parka was
torn off, revealing a brown turtle neck sweater.
The young girl was going crazy, shouting for Elvira's
help while flailing away at her unseen assailant. Then
Elvira saw something pulled out of Uncle Frank's cart. It
was stuffed down the back of Mindy's sweater and
instantly she went berserk trying to get at it.
Screeching she put both hands behind her back, where a
pair of manacles soon trapped them. She was then tripped
to the bed where her boots were pulled off and her feet
tied to the bedpost.
"Lot of help you were!" Mindy swore, struggling.
"It's not her fault." Benny the Bondage suit said. The
sight of a talking belt buckle stunned the blonde into
silence. "You see as long as she is wearing me I can
control her movements."
"What the hell..."
"It's true my dear." Uncle Frank said. "But now that you
no longer need to be warned I can allow her to talk.
Benny, un-gag her."
The ball gag popped out of Elvira's mouth.
"Elvira what's going on?"
"We've been captured by Uncle Frank, who is invisible and
loves to tickle people."
"Oh."
The expression on Mindy's face, her normally calm hazel
eyes wild with fright was a surprise to Elvira. Mindy had
always been the calmest when faced with danger. Neither
drug dealers nor aliens had phased her that much. She
drew her full lips into a tight line, the perfect nose
flared with excitement.
"Tickle?" she asked.
"Yup." Elvira realized why her friend was scared. One of
Mindy's ankles was untied and pulled even with Elvira's.
Then it was tied securely and the other one was untied
and retied in the same position.
"This is not happening." Mindy said, her voice trembling.
"Haven't I told everyone never to come on one of my
babysitting jobs?" Elvira asked. "What are you doing
here?"
"I thought you could use the help." Mindy protested. "And
besides...HEY!"
Uncle Frank ignored her protest and pulled her sweater up
under her arms, revealing her bra. Then the bra itself
was push up and Mindy's breasts were freed.
"Pervert!" she shouted squirming in her bonds.
"Pervert?" Uncle Frank asked sounding hurt.
"She didn't mean it." Elvira said. "Tell him you didn't
mean it."
"The hell I didn't."
A feather floated up out of Uncle Frank's cart and
started to stroke the sole of her foot. Mindy had no
defense she started to laugh.
"Pervert?" Uncle Frank asked again his voice cold.
"She meant fun guy."
"Friendly." Mindy gasped out between laughs.
"Inventive." Elvira shouted.
That did the trick and the feather was removed.
"Word of advice," Elvira said as her friend caught her
breath, "don't insult the guy who has you tied up."
Mindy nodded, her chest heaving up and down. Elvira could
sympathize with her reaction. Mindy was a bit sensitive
about her breast. They were extra large, somewhat
conically shaped, with huge red aureoles. Despite all her
exercising they were not firm and tended to flop around
when she moved. That they were in proportion with the
rest of her body, Mindy was tall and well built thanks to
hours in the gym, was something most people ignored. Many
times Mindy had complained to Elvira that people didn't
see her, just two large breasts with legs.
"I thought you could use the help." Mindy said again.
"I warned you about this place."
"You never warned me about him!"
"What was I gonna do, tell you an invisible guy was
running around tickling people?"
"All you said was some weird kids drugged you and..."
"Ladies." Uncle Frank interrupted. It was said gently but
it got their attention. "If you don't stop arguing I'll
gag you both. Now Mindy I think you took your friends
wishes too lightly. Elvira I think you should have told
her the entire story."
"Not everything."
"Everything, including your little fling with Petunia."
"Petunia?"
"She can tell you later." Uncle Frank said. From the cart
he produced another tickling device. This one was a
straight bar, supporting to hollow cones near it's
center. A strap was attached to the cones. From the end
of each bar a smaller bar ran perpendicular, with a small
brush attached. A set of gears ran from each brush up to
the main bar, connecting to a longer bar that reached to
the end of the bed. "Suffice it to say that I am not the
only one in this mansion who likes to tickle."
"You are now." Elvira said. "The kids told me that Aunt
Petunia's in some special home."
"And you believed them?"
"Oh no."
"Who's Aunt Petunia?" Mindy asked.
"She's a half human, half spider, lesbian maniac who
nearly ate Jeremy and Helga."
"What?"
"She was their babysitter before Elvira." Uncle Frank
explained, setting the device on Mindy's chest. "Helga
mutated her into a half spider, and Master Jeremy shrunk
her to the size of an insect." Running the straps around
her back he secured the device to her chest. The
invisible uncle then pulled the long bar back and forth.
The brushes rotated stroking Mindy's sides. In response
she giggled.
"Perfect." he announced.
"A masterpiece." Elvira agreed.
"And this Petunia thing is still around?"
"It's not something you have to worry about." Elvira
said. "She's only about five inches tall."
"What a relief."
"Tell me girls," Uncle Frank reached over and turned on
the tape machine, "have you ever been intrigued by the
musical possibilities of tickling?"
The opening cords of; "Rock around the clock" began to
play. And so did Uncle Frank.
Even while she was laughing harder than she had ever
laughed before, Elvira couldn't help but be impressed by
his skill. Mindy and herself were both kept laughing in
perfect time to the music. In fact somehow Uncle Frank
seemed to know how to tweak Mindy more during the low
notes, taking advantage of her deep throaty laugh. The
direct contrast was Elvira's own high-pitched combination
of cackle and shriek, perfect for the high notes.
Through "Rock around the clock", "We are the Champions"
and a classical piece Elvira had no hope of identifying,
Uncle Frank kept them laughing. Laughing, but not to the
point where Elvira could shrink. She was amazed at his
skill level, always keeping them just on the edge, but
pulling back.
Finally he paused to put a new tape in the machine.
Elvira and Mindy lay on the bed covered in sweat and
gasping for breath. Exhausted. Even so the babysitter
managed to cry out as she recognized the
new tune. Mindy knew it as well and both girls shuddered
as the sounds of the 1812 overture began to fill the
room.
There was no stopping it this time. Elvira laughed so
hard, so long that she could feel the bed beneath them
shake. Just as the overture reached it's crescendo she
shrunk.
"Thank you Jeremy." Elvira whispered, getting her breath
back. Getting unsteadily to her feet Elvira realized the
music had stopped. There was no movement in the room save
for the sound of Mindy gasping for breath.
"Elvira?" Mindy called. "Where are you?"
"Down here." she replied, starting the climb the tickling
harness around Mindy's chest. She reached the top and
balanced her self between her friend's breast. There was
no sign of Uncle Frank.
"Wow!" Mindy let out the word in one long sigh of
amazement.
"This is why I didn't want you to come." Elvira said.
"Your little sister wasn't telling a story."
"Nope. This is me, the amazing shrinking babysitter."
"How does it feel?"
"How the hell do you think if feels?" Elvira snapped,
sitting down she lay back against Mindy's right breast.
"It feels small."
"Well, can you... I mean are you stuck..."
"No, I can grow again." Elvira stood up. "But first
things first, let me see if I can get you out of this
thing."
"What happened to Uncle Frank?"
"He's been immobilized." Jeremy said, appearing from
nowhere. Beside him Helga blinked into existence as well.
"Thankfully I was able to get my new teleporter working
and he's down in the dungeon. Mother can deal with him
when she gets home."
"Teleporter?" Mindy echoed.
"Mindy this is Jeremy and Helga Carrion. Jeremy, Helga,
this is Mindy McConnel."
"Hello." Helga said.
"Impressive chest." Jeremy said by way of greeting.
Reaching over he picked up Elvira and put her on the edge
of the bed. Then he started to undo Uncle Frank's
tickling device. At the same time Helga untied Mindy's
legs.
"Watch the hands." Mindy protested as the device was
lifted off of her chest.
"Don't push your luck Mindy." Elvira called. "Your hands
are still tied.
"No need to worry." Jeremy said, freeing her hands. "A
single instance of touch and sight is enough to satisfy
me."
"Sorry." Mindy said, though she immediately fixed her bra
and shirt.
"Was there any change in the shrinking experience this
time?" Jeremy asked, turning to Elvira.
"It was a little faster." Elvira said.
"Here." Helga said, handing Mindy a glass. "You must be
thirsty after all that laughing."
"Thanks." Mindy said, taking the glass.
"Your no smaller." Jeremy observed, looking at her
closely.
"No." Elvira replied. There was something wrong though,
something... For a few moments her mind refused to work.
Then she saw Mindy's throat move as she swallowed the
drink.
"Mindy no!" she shouted.
"Huh?" her friend finished the glass and handed it to
Helga. "What do you..."
Her voice faltered and a strange look came over her face.
Mindy's body trembled as the potion took hold.
{But what potion did Helga give her? Is Mindy doomed to
the same microscopic existence as Elvira? Only time will
tell. A lot of time as I have things to do.}
**************
Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode nine: Interlude
By Skytower
Elvira Peterson and her best friend Mindy McConnell have
just been freed from Uncle Frank's tickling machine.
Uncle Frank, an invisible fellow who loves to tickle, had
been practicing his musical tickling and had just
finished the 1812 overture when he was teleported away.
Moments later Jeremy and Helga Carrion appear in the
room, Jeremy explained that he had a new teleporter that
whisked Uncle Frank away. He picks up a now miniaturized
Elvira (when tickled into an orgasm Elvira shrinks) and
puts her on the edge of the bed while Helga has frees
Mindy. Helga then hands Mindy a drink...
(c)1999 Skytower
"Here." Helga said, handing Mindy a glass. "You must be
thirsty after all that laughing."
"Thanks." Mindy said, taking the glass.
"Your no smaller." Jeremy observed, looking at Elvira
closely. "No visible mutations."
"No." Elvira replied. She still had the same body, small
breast, wide hips and brown hair. There was something
wrong though, something... For a few moments her mind
refused to work. Then she saw
Mindy's throat move as she swallowed the drink.
"Mindy no!" she shouted.
"Huh?" her friend finished the glass and handed it to
Helga. "What do you..."
Her voice faltered and a strange look came over her face.
Mindy's body trembled as the potion took hold. For a
moment her body glowed with a violet hue. Then she
started to shrink. Elvira had never watched anyone
shrink, but after being shrunk many times herself she
could guess what Mindy was going through. First you get
hot, then suddenly chilly. Then your cloths (if you're
wearing any) get loose. The cloths get looser and
suddenly a lot heavier. Without warning your thrust
inside a circus tent that's collapsing.
Then it's over and you feel lightheaded.
"Help!" Mindy's voice, normally calm and even, now high
pitched and hysterical penetrated her cloths. The
flowered skirt she was wearing showed her progress as she
plowed her way to the waist. When she burst out of the
skirt Mindy kept on going. Elvira watched in complete
amazement as her friend flew straight up using brand new
wings.
Mindy was normally a tall blonde with a great figure, now
she still had the figure, but it was a lot smaller. Wings
beating furiously, blonde hair scattering in the wind
like lightning Mindy flew straight up.
And up, and up and up. Only the ceiling stopped the newly
born fairy. With a sickening thud she slammed into it,
then spiraled down.
"I got her!" Jeremy shouted, jumping on the bed.
"No I got her!" Helga shouted, also jumping on the bed.
"She's my experiment!" Elvira gave a shout of her own as
she desperately tried to get off the bed before either of
the twins stepped or fell on her.
Running across a bed when you're only a few inches tall
is like running across a trampoline. She had almost made
it to the relative safety of the pillows when Mindy's
scream caused her to look back. Elvira half turned in
time to see Mindy miss Jeremy and Helga altogether and
come straight toward her.
At the last second Elvira braced herself, her toes
digging into the sheets. Waving her arms frantically
Mindy hit her friend in the stomach. The mutated girls
momentum picked Elvira up and pushed her over the edge of
the bed. Elvira tried to hang on while they fell, but
lost her grip. She landed on a pillow that had been
knocked onto the floor. A second later Mindy landed on
top of her.
"Good tackle." Elvira muttered, trying to get her breath
back.
"Good catch." Jeremy remarked as he picked up the pillow
and put it on the bed.
Growling Elvira rolled her friend off of her and
struggled to her feet.
"Helga what the hell did you give her?"
"My sorcery project, the one from the lab."
"Why?" Elvira nearly shrieked.
"Well Jeremy experimented on you." Helga said, as if that
explained everything.
Elvira took a deep breath, sputtered for a moment and
then took another one.
"So?" she finally asked.
"Well it was my turn."
Mindy moaned as she sat up, distracting Elvira from the
string of profanities she was about to launch.
"I had to test it on Someone."
"El....?"
"Calm down." Elvira said, helping her sit up.
"Why, what...?"
Mindy trailed off as she looked around, her eyes taking
it all in. Slowly she stood.
"Welcome to my world."
"I'm shrunk?"
"You're not just shrunk." Helga said, bending down to
look at her. "My potion caused a full body change
complete with natural flying instinct."
"Flying?" Mindy asked. Her wings vibrated as she spoke.
Dumbfounded the young girl looked at the dragonfly type
wings, then raised them, and then lowered them again. She
looked at her hands, and for the first time Elvira
realized that both Mindy's hands and feet had been
changed as well. The fingers and toes were each longer
now and each had more joints than before.
"You should also have some sort of radar for night
flying." Helga said. "But I guess the antenna grow
later."
"Antennae." Jeremy corrected her.
"They were for extra credit."
"Wow." Mindy said, flapping her wings. Slowly she rose
into the air and hovered. "This is so cool!"
"Whoa girl." Elvira said, grabbing Mindy's legs she
pulled her friend down to the pillow. Another thing she
noted was that Mindy's breast, though still large, didn't
flop around as they used too. "Come down to Earth for a
minute. Don't you realize that to every spider on the
planet you're a full course dinner? A banquet even!"
"I'm not dumb enough to get caught in a web." Mindy said,
ascending again. She started to fly around the room. "El
this is great!"
"Oh yea. Whoopee."
For the next few minutes Elvira, Jeremy and Helga watched
as Mind tested out her new wings. Elvira tried to control
her jealousy, remembering how she had had to run, climb
and scamper when she had first been shrunk. But then
Mindy was the one who watched Babylon 5, read fantasy and
generally liked that sort of thing. Mindy had always told
Elvira that her fondest wish was to get abducted by
aliens. Again.
"Good control." Jeremy said.
"I worked on it a lot, didn't want her crashing into a
fan or something."
"Great." Elvira said, sitting down on the pillow. "She's
a A and I'm a D +."
"She was exposed to the correct dosage," Jeremy said, a
hurt tone to his voice, "not an unstable potion."
"Sorry." Elvira said.
Mindy let out a low moan and suddenly came down in a
strong spiral, crashing into the pillow, a pained look on
her face.
"They hurt." she said. "My wings hurt!"
"You flew too hard." Helga said. "They are only a few
minutes old you know."
"But my breast hurt too." the girl said, hugging her
chest.
"Well I had to put the muscles for your wings somewhere."
Mindy's jaw dropped and she slowly felt her breast, her
fingers kneading them. Then she looked in amazement at
her new fingers. "Most of your internal organs were
indispensable, but your breast were pretty much wasted
space."
"Clever." Jeremy said. "Did you strengthen the rib cage
as well?"
"Redesigned it completely." Helga said.
"What did you do to me?" Mindy screamed she would have
charged them if Elvira hadn't held her back.
"You seemed happy a moment ago." Jeremy said.
"Yea... Well..."
"Enough!" Elvira said, her voice silencing them all. "Ok
Helga you've got an A on the project. Now where's the
antidote?"
Helga's reply was not unexpected on Elvira's part, but it
caused Mindy to faint.
"What antidote?"
"Strange girl." Jeremy said, putting Mindy down on the
table beside Elvira. They were in the lab, Mindy still
out cold. "Does she faint often?"
"Only when she gets mutated."
"The proper word is transformed." Helga said, opening a
notebook.
"Sorry." Elvira sighed wondering how many other
babysitters went through this sort of thing. At her feet
Mindy moaned. "Get some water huh guys."
"Goaltender interference!" Mindy cursed, slowly opening
her eyes. It was what she usually said after a bad game,
or if she was feeling lousy. Once she had yelled it at a
geometry teacher after he gave her
a failing grade. In the next instant her eyes opened
wide.
"Like I said before, welcome to my world."
"Funny." Mindy said, standing up. She looked around. The
lab was in one of the basements of the Carrion Mansion.
Elvira suspected it had once been a dungeon, even though
turn of the century Victorian mansions didn't have
dungeons. Large stone blocks held up a vaulted ceiling.
Harsh fluorescent work lights, making the shadows gray,
yet still deep and threatening lighted the room. Tables
with bubbling chemicals or strange looking scientific
instruments filled the room.
"Aren't there any cloths in your world?" Mindy asked,
covering herself as best she could with her hands. She
jumped as her wings folded around from her back.
Instantly the wings snapped back to their normal
position.
"Here you go." Jeremy said, putting a glass of water in
front of them. The glass was normal sized.
"Cute." Elvira said.
"What am I supposed to do, bathe in it?" Mindy asked.
"You're not handling this well." Jeremy said. "Elvira was
a lot calmer."
"I'd been softened up by the magic feather." Elvira said,
leaning against a large book."
"Elvira don't joke." Mindy demanded. "I hate it when you
joke in these situations. Bad enough that you get me
tickled for hours, then..."
"I got you tickled? Me?"
"You could have warned me about this place."
"I did warn you!"
"Excuse me." Helga asked coming over to them, notebook in
hand. She had thrown a lab coat over her jumper. Jeremy
shrugged and walked away.
"Like hell you warned me!" Mindy shouted. "All you said
was: "their weird"."
"Excuse me." Helga asked again.
"Nowhere in your statement were the words: "shrink", with
each word Mindy started to poke her friend, "tickle" poke
"mutate", she spread both her arms wide "or naked!"
"I told you." Elvira said, poking her back. "I said:
"Dangerous" poke "insane" poke "chest happy!" with the
last word she hit both of Mindy's breast with her palms.
With an enraged growl the two shrunken girls charged each
other, only to be picked up by Helga and dropped into the
glass of water. They sank, then climbed sputtering to the
surface, glaring at her.
"Do you two really think that fighting is constructive?"
"Shut up and give me the antidote." Mindy snapped,
climbing out of the glass. Elvira stayed in, resting her
arms on the side.
Some things, she reflected silently, Mindy would just
have to learn for herself.
With a hurt look on her face Helga turned and stomped
away from the table.
"What's with her?" Mindy asked.
"You shouted at her." Elvira said.
"I shouted at her? She turns me into Tinkerbelle and I
don't get to shout at her?"
"Not as long as she has the antidote and you don't."
Elvira leaned back and put her hands behind her head.
"Didn't calling Uncle Frank names teach you anything?"
"Your enjoying this aren't you?"
"Yea." As a matter of fact she was. Elvira wasn't sure
why, but for some reason having her best friend shrunk as
well made her own predicament more acceptable. "It's nice
to know I'm not the only one they can mutate."
"Transform." Helga called over to them.
"Whatever. Hey Jeremy." Elvira called. "How about a
towel?"
"I have more than that." Jeremy said. Walking over to the
table he reached down and pulled out a bag. "When we
learned that you were coming Mother insisted I buy you
this just in case." Reaching into the bag he pulled out a
Malibu Stacy outfit. "I picked this up at a yard sale."
"The seventies live." Elvira said, crawling out of the
glass. The outfit was the right height, but the style
evoked images of Marcia Brady. White blouse with puffy
long sleeves, short skirt with wide white leather belt
and white go-go boots. Still it was something. Jeremy put
a dry washcloth on the table and watched as the
babysitter dried herself.
"It doesn't bother you that he's watching?" Mindy asked,
exasperation creeping into her voice. She had crossed her
arms in front of her chest.
"You get shrunk and stripped enough times you get used to
it." Elvira replied, struggling into the skirt. There was
no underwear, but she could live with that. "Besides he's
staring at you."
"She's right." Jeremy said. "Your form is far more
pleasing."
"Creep." Mindy started to say but bit the word off
quickly. Instead she felt herself blushing and suddenly
her wings wrapped around and covered her. This time they
stayed. "Do you have any more
outfits?"
"Sorry but I didn't know you were coming. I only bought
that one for Elvira because Mother reminded me how loudly
she complained about not having cloths the last time. I
suppose you can have them when she grows again."
"I don't want to wait until morning."
"Oh, it shouldn't take her that long." A beeping noise
from the computer called for his attention and Jeremy
walked over to it.
"What did he mean by that?"
"It's kinda embarrassing." Elvira said, at last getting
the go-go boots on.
"When I babysat for Polly she said the effect of the
shrinking potion wears off after a few hours."
"Yea, well I lied to her." Elvira was silent for a few
moments, her face turning scarlet. Finally she spoke,
stumbling over the words. "If I get tickled really hard I
get an orgasm and shrink. The only way to get big again
is have another orgasm."
"So she has to masturbate her way to full size." Helga
said, standing over them with a clipboard. She put a
ruler next to the stunned Mindy.
"You mean if you want to grow..."
"I've got to make myself very, very happy." Elvira
snapped.
"Do I have too..."
"Ask her."
"Helga." Mindy asked in her sweetest voice. "Do I have
to... do what Elvira does to get to full size again?"
Helga shrugged.
"It's not something I planned on, but if you want you can
give it a try."
She made a note on the clipboard and walked away.
"I have it!" Jeremy announced.
"The cure?" Elvira asked hopefully.
"No, the reason." Jeremy walked over and picked up her
up, carrying her to the console. Intrigued Mindy flew
after them. On the screen was a dizzying myriad of
scientific equations. "This makes it simple."
"Clear as glass." Elvira agreed. "Explain it to Mindy
though, will ya."
Mindy gave Elvira a dirty look as she landed beside her.
"Well my original nanite design was perfect, but I
included an organic neural processor so they could link
and feed each other data. That way there would be no
uneven growth or shrinking. I didn't want your arm to
stay normal size while the rest of you shrunk."
Elvira shuddered. Jeremy meanwhile hit a few of the keys
and the image changed from equations to a diagram of the
nanite. A small evil looking spider-like machine with the
letter "J" on it's back. "But the organic part of the
unstable shrinking potion, I think it was probably the
bat livers..."
"I soaked in bat livers?"
"Among other things. At any rate the shrinking potion
mutated the nanites, causing them to link into your
sexual pleasure center."
"Why there?" Mindy asked.
"Well another one of the ingredients..."
"Never mind." Elvira interrupted. "Get to the cure part."
"I think I can introduce another set of nanites into your
body to fix the broken ones."
"More nanites?" Elvira said.
"It is the only way."
"Ok." Elvira said abruptly.
"Your gonna let him try?"
"Mindy I have to get this under control. Sooner or later
some kids gonna tickle me and I won't make it back before
the parents get home. Then where will I be?"
"Where will you be?" Mindy asked. "Where will WE be?"
"Your starting to get the idea aren't you?"
"If they can't get me back to normal..." Mindy shuddered
and went white.
"They can do it." Elvira said. She started to put her arm
around Mindy's shoulders, but stopped as the wings got in
the way, and settle for patting her friend on the
shoulder. "Trust me, this is what they do."
"Alright." Jeremy picked Elvira up and put her in the
center of a large platform. "I'll use the teleporter to
get one of the nanites out of you for a moment, then I
can scan it and program the repair nanite."
"Why not just teleport them all out of me?"
"There are approximately 85000 in your system. Too many
for the machine to handle."
"85000. Swell. Good thing I don't go through metal
detectors that often."
"They are not made of metal. Helga, your assistance
please?"
"What about my cure?" Mindy protested.
"I sent an email to my professor." Helga said, walking
over to them. "He'll get back to me."
"Activating targeting system." Jeremy said, pushing a
button.
"Sub-space field ok." Helga said, operating another part
of the console. Mindy flew up quickly to avoid them.
This is like being in a dentist chair waiting for the
novocaine, Elvira thought. She waited tensely for the
pain to start, wondering if the nanite they were going
for might rebel at the last minute and explode.
"Targeting locked." Jeremy said. "Teleporting."
Elvira felt her body start to tingle, reminding her of
the time she'd been stuck in quicksand.
"Trouble." Helga said.
Elvira's heart dropped into her stomach, if there was one
word she didn't want to hear...
"Interference in the carrier wave." Jeremy said.
He didn't sound worried, but the babysitter knew that
when Jeremy didn't sound worried it was time for HER to
worry.
Elvira desperately tried to move or shout but her body
stayed frozen. The tingling got worse quickly. The room
around her started to fade in and out like an old movie.
She could see Helga and Jeremy now desperately working on
the controls. For a moment the lab snapped back to
normal, then it vanished altogether.
End.
Where has Elvira gone? Is she still in one piece? Will
Mindy ever loose her wings? If not will she have to wear
a halter for the rest of her life?
Some of these questions might be answered in the next
chapter.
***************
Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode ten: Right Place, Wrong Time, Wrong Size
By Skytower
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.
(c)1998 Skytower
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 girl's
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. The person was
too 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. A flying tackle followed the right cross 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 girl's waist.
Then she linked her ankles completing the classic
scissors 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 too 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 was,
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 Marvelous Mary." 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 Sylvester is certainly smart enough to
find the name: "Mary Batton" 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 Quantor 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 about 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.
For that matter Elvira couldn't figure out why everyone
wanted to rule the planet.
If all the villains who wanted to rule the world would
fight each other the hero's could take the day off. If
they really wanted a challenge Elvira declared (on more
than one occasion) they should try babysitting. She had
heard of Marvelous Mary. Mindy was a nut about superheros
and so was Elvira's sister. They would talk sometimes
about Marvelous Mary the 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..." she trailed off as 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 said 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 Mary gave an angry shake of her 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
alright." 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
Marvelous Mary 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 bedpost,
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
hairbrush. "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 undersides 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
girl's 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 girl's 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 "Quantor", wouldn't you?" Mary
nodded. "Well if you can say Quantor 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.
"Qua...ha, ha, ha..." Mary half shouted half-laughed,
trying to get the word out. Georgia laughed too, using
both her fingers and the feather. "Qu...ha, ha, ha, ha,
antor, ha, ha... Quant... ha, ha, ha...or!" 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.
"Darn...ha, ha, ha, ha...you...!" 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 scissors from Mary's dresser. "But
even a Sylvester 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."
"Quan... ha, ha, ha...tor...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..."
"Qunator!" Mary shouted.
Instantly there was a 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 a
mad supervillainess that's what. What's worse than that?
Having the villainess 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.
**********
Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode twelve: Marvelous Mary
By Skytower
Victim of Jeremy and Helga Carrion, Elvira Peterson now
shrinks when tickled to an orgasmic level, and grows when
she is brought to an extreme of sexual pleasure. Hoping
to cure herself Elvira had gone back to the child mad
scientist. Put on a teleport platform to remove one of
the shrinking nanites from her body, Elvira was caught in
a struggle between Georgia Sylvester and Marvelous Mary.
She aided Marvelous Mary but was caught by Georgia.
(c)1999 By Skytower
Elvira Peterson always flossed. Always. It wasn't so much
that she liked to floss, it was just that as a hockey
player she wanted her teeth to be as strong as possible.
So she was really familiar with dental floss. But this
was something new.
"This is really a nice design." Georgia said. "Pity
there's no more power in its main cell." She was sitting
at a lab table watching a computer diagram of a small
spider-like machine. Georgia Sylvester,
known to some as the; "Worlds Most Villainous Girl" could
also have been known as the; "Worlds Plainest Girl". She
was stocky with lifeless brown hair that framed a thin
face. Large coke bottle glasses obscured deep brown eyes
and completely hid thin eyebrows. Her skin was an
unhealthy mix of yellow and white and, as usual, she wore
an oversized tan sweater, bobby socks and a tan knee
length skirt.
"Thanks." Elvira said, straining to get a better grip.
Elvira was about six or seven inches tall, though that
could change. Her hair was brown, but a shiny brown and
worn just past her shoulders. Her face was gamin like,
with arching eyebrows over brown eyes that needed no
glasses. Though not as stocky as Georgia she was non-the-
less in good shape, as she was now proving. Elvira was
suspended over a large fish tank, holding onto a thin
strand of cinnamon waxed dental floss. The floss was
wrapped around a plastic straw that was slowly bending in
half.
The straw had been settled on the top of two glass
beakers. Elvira was thus faced with a serious engineering
problem. She could not climb any higher since the straw
would not support her weight, but holding onto a waxed
strand of dental floss wasn't something she could do
indefinitely. It was like trying to climb with nylon
clothesline rope. Elvira kept alternately wrapping it
around either arm, but her arms were starting to pass the
sore point.
Still the shrunken babysitter knew she was lucky to be
alive. Georgia had nearly crushed her when they appeared
in the lab. It was only the girl's sadism that was
keeping her alive. In pain, but alive. The lab itself
surprised Elvira, she had half expected a dungeon.
Instead the place was modern, or at least modern in an
art deco, thirties type of way. They were in a huge
chamber with gold and silver arches supporting a
cathedral like ceiling. Stain glass windows, filled with
the Sylvester family portraits and deeds filled the roof.
The lab equipment looked like something out of a Buck
Rogers cartoon.
"What kind of person keeps piranhas?" Elvira asked,
wondering if the nanite really was out of power, and if
so would she ever be able to grow again? Jeremy had never
said anything about how the things were powered. Nor for
that matter had Elvira ever wondered. She had simply
taken it for granted, like turning on a light.
"They were a sweet sixteen gift from the Joker." Georgia
said. "This nanite is a very nice design, inferior in
most respects to my own shrinking ray, but it does have
one good point."
"What's that?" Elvira asked, knowing that she had to ask.
Forget about growing, she told herself. First priority is
staying alive.
"It can penetrate the Marvelous hyper-dense skin."
Georgia got up and walked over to the tank. "Which is
good since I know Mary will be coming here sooner or
later. The very thought of those pictures in my hands is
enough to make the poor girl cry." Picking up a small bit
of meat from a table next to the tank she threw it in.
Immediately there was a violent eruption in the water.
Elvira swallowed and tried to get a better grip on the
floss. "I'll make a batch of your nanites for when they
show up. I like the idea of the Marvelous small enough to
step on."
Georgia gave Elvira a poke in the stomach.
Someone of my intellect likes to plan ahead." Georgia
said. "But this is improvised."
The poke started the tiny babysitter rocking and Elvira
struggled to steady herself before the straw slipped.
"Very creative." She said gritting her teeth.
"But something isn't right." Georgia lifted the straw off
of the beakers and swung Elvira over to the table. "I
know what it is. Strip."
"What?" Elvira asked unwrapping the floss from her wrist.
She knew what Georgia wanted but she wanted to get some
circulation back before the wicked girl tied her up
again.
"Take off your cloths." Georgia said, picking up an X-
acto knife. "Or I will."
"Somehow I had a feeling this outfit wouldn't last."
Elvira muttered. As slowly as she could she unbuttoned
the white blouse. "You know this is a hard outfit to
find."
In response Georgia brought the knife down and Elvira
barely jumped out of the way. Quickly she dropped the
blouse. There was no bra but she didn't bother to cover
herself.
"Nice." Georgia said. "Small but nice."
Like your so big, Elvira thought. It wasn't true, here
breast weren't large, but they were soft, full and had
large aureoles and big nipples and she'd never had any
complaints. Not that many people had... Stop
it, Elvira told herself. Still her wandering mind had
bought her a nearly a minute and her arms were starting
to feel better. Elvira unbuckled the skirt. As slowly as
possible she let it down to her ankles and stepped out of
it. She stood for a moment, then threw the skirt to the
side as Georgia gestured with the knife. Georgia put the
knife down and put Elvira back over the tank.
"My little friends don't like cloth." Georgia said,
giving her another push. "But don't worry if you fall in,
I'll fish you out. You'll only loose an arm or leg.
"That's comforting."
"Still only the beginning. I'll find a proper way avenge
myself on you later."
"What do you mean; "avenge?" Elvira demanded. "You were
doing something wrong and I stopped you."
"You interfered in matters that weren't your affair."
"I stopped you from sexually assaulting a helpless girl,
there's nothing wrong with that."
"That was no mere girl, that was Marvelous Mary!" Georgia
leaned down, her face filling Elvira's world. "Do you
know how many times she plagued me?"
"Weren't you trying to take over the world!" Elvira said,
desperately pulling herself up a little more. She thanked
whatever god looked over shrunken babysitters that
Georgia did not have bad breath. "Didn't you realize that
someone would try to stop you?"
"The elite must rule!" Georgia proclaimed, standing
straight up. For a moment Elvira expected her to give a
nazi salute. "My family and I are the most brilliant
scientist the world has ever known! We should rule."
"Okay lets say your right about that." Elvira said,
ignoring the tiny voice in her head telling her to shut
up. "Don't you realize that if you can't beat the
superheroes you're not the elite, they are."
For an answer Georgia knocked the straw over and sent
Elvira plunging into the tank.
Meanwhile at Mighty Guy headquarters...
"It was humiliating!" Marvelous Mary raged, pacing back
and forth in the computer room. "Can you imagine being
stripped naked, tied up and tickled for hours?"
Sitting in front of the computer Wonder Lass sighed
wistfully.
The sigh highlighted yet another difference between the
two girls. Marvelous Mary paced back and forth, her brown
hair and short cape flowing in her wake. Mary's costume
was a short sleeve gray shirt with a large blue lightning
bolt on the chest. A silver belt, gray skirt down to her
knees and gray boots completed it. She was what the
newspapers called the "Super hero Next Door" Mary's fresh
face and slim figure helped her earn that image.
In contrast Esmerelda, known to the world as Wonder Lass,
had a voluptuous figure that could make strong men week
in the knees, while stiffening other parts of their
anatomy. She stood a half a foot taller than Mary. Her
face was a little rounder and framed by raven black hair
partly held in place by a silver tiara. Her costume was a
sleeveless halter-top that showed a lot of cleavage. One
side of the halter was red, the other blue with white
stars running up to her shoulder. A silver belt, the
secret of her power sat snugly around her waste, attached
to it was a mystical silver rope. She wore a pair of blue
bottoms with more stars. Black boots came up to her
knees.
"And then she vanished taking the pictures with her!"
Mary hugged herself, cringing. "I could never face the
public if those were seen. Just the thought... Knowing
that everyone who looks at me knows..."
"Calm down Mary." Esmerelda said. "I'm tracking the
energy emissions, we'll find her."
She was really taking it hard, Esmerelda thought. A part
of her could understand why. Mary's power was linked to
the mystical word Quantor, and very few people knew that.
Not like my powers, Dry thought.
Almost everyone knew about her magic belt. She'd lost
count of the times she'd been captured and stripped. Not
to mention how many times her own lasso had overcome her
while in the hands of a villain.
"And the girl who helped me." Mary said.
"Right. You don't know anything about her?"
"Nothing, but if she hadn't shown up I'd still be there."
A beeping sounded from the computer.
"Did you find her?"
"No, but it looks like someone else is using our tracking
system." Esmerelda entered a series of commands and the
screen to their left lit up.
"Hello." Helga said innocently.
Both Mary and Esmerelda started back a bit. They had both
babysat for Helga and Jeremy Carrion and knew that the
small red haired, green-eyed child was a true spawn of
hell. (Or heck, as Mary would put it)"
"Helga I thought your mother told you not to hack into
our systems again." Esmerelda said.
"This is an emergency." Jeremy said, appearing instead of
his sister. "Our babysitter is missing."
"You lost another one?"
"Your mother got another one?" Esmerelda asked,
astonishment plain in her voice.
"Yes, Elvira by name. Have you seen her? About six inches
tall, brown hair."
"It must have been her." Mary said. "Georgia Sylvester
has her."
"She rescued Mary from Georgia Sylvester." Esmerelda
said.
"Really?"
"Yea, Georgia had Mary tied up and stripped and was
taking pictures."
"Esmerelda!" Mary protested.
"Standard blackmail then?"
"Yep. She tickled her too." Mary threw her arms up in
despair and started pacing again. "We're going to rescue
her."
"Oh." Jeremy looked thoughtful for a moment.
" Well thank you for that. Helga and I have to find her
friend Mindy."
"What did you do to her?" Esmerelda asked.
"Nothing much, Helga just had a class project to test.
Thanks."
With that the screen went dark.
As Elvira hit the water she tried to remember everything
she knew about piranha. Unfortunately she didn't know
anything. Desperately she tried to make it to the edge of
the tank, only to find her way blocked. Laughing Georgia
hit a switch under the tank. It lit up and Elvira
realized she was in the middle of a square glass
partition set in the center. On all sides she could see
the deadly fish, but she was safe from them.
New rule, she screamed at herself, no more moral
arguments with girls who are ten times your size.
"Priceless." Georgia laughed. "Simply priceless."
"Whoopee." Elvira said, keeping her temper.
"Why don't you tread water there for a while." Georgia
smiled a horrible smile. The corners of her lips did not
turn up, rather her teeth seemed to push outward from her
mouth. "I have an idea."
"Can't wait." Elvira muttered as Georgia walked away.
About a half-hour later Georgia picked Elvira up and
carried her into a smaller room. The room was lit by dim
fluorescent lighting and Elvira saw a large table in its
center. Set in the ceiling above the table was a mirror.
Georgia set the shrunken babysitter on a small table and
dropped a towel over her.
"You really don't think I'm brilliant do you." Georgia
asked.
"Is there a right answer to this question?" Elvira asked,
drying herself off.
"No." Taking the towel away Georgia pushed the tiny girl
onto her stomach and tied hands behind her. Lifting her
up Georgia tied another strand of floss around her neck.
Then she put a small jar on the table, set Elvira on top
of it and tied the rope to a hook set in the wall. Elvira
judged that there was enough slack in the rope to drop
her to the bottom of the jar.
"I'm not going to like this am I?"
Georgia gave her that ghastly smile again.
"Its very simple, I have to prepare for Mary and her
family, that will take me about 20 minutes. You will sink
into this substance past your head in 21 minutes. If the
rope wasn't around you neck. You see the rope is measured
just so, it will keep your head out of the substance, but
you'll choke in 23 minutes." Georgia took more floss and
tied Elvira's feet together, then tied her arms against
her body.
"Now here is the great variable in this equation,
something that I can't really figure. How good is your
sense of balance? If you start to lean in any direction
you'll choke before I get back."
You need one hell of a good spanking, Elvira thought.
Aloud she asked; "What is this stuff?"
"Honey." Georgia said, taking off the top of the jar she
placed Elvira into the honey, softly planting her feet.
Immediately, but slowly, the babysitter began to sink.
"Now if you're lucky enough to survive I have a little
game for you to play."
She left, her low laugh lingering in the room.
"Got it!" Wonder Lass said. "She's using a copy of the
Mighty Guys transporter that Leo Luther stole from them
years ago. She is 80 miles above Hollywood."
"80 miles above?"
"80 miles above." Esmerelda confirmed. "Didn't the
Sylvester family have some sort of sky palace?"
"It blew up years ago." Mary said.
"Well they must have rebuilt." Esmerelda operated a few
controls and a satellite view of Hollywood appeared."
"Nothing." Mary said. "She probably has it well hidden,
which also means there's no way we can approach without
being seen. Even your invisible helicopter would be
spotted."
"No problem." Esmerelda said, getting up. "We'll just get
there the same way she did."
Elvira took deep breaths, listening carefully to the
sound of her own heartbeat. One of the first things she
had ever taught herself was balance. When you're playing
hockey balance is the most important thing you can have.
She had said that often enough to rookies, reminding them
that their success and health depended upon being able to
stand on two pieces of steel 1/6th of an inch thick. Of
course no one ever tried to skate on honey. At least no
one that she knew of.
The gooey stuff had risen steadily, enveloping her legs,
thighs and was now just under her breast. Elvira felt her
body heat up as it sunk, but try as she might she could
not get exited sexually. True the honey did have an
exotic, even erotic feel to it, and there was no part of
her lower body that didn't feel slightly aroused. But
there was no way to trigger any more arousal than she
felt.
Even as the sticky goo eased over her breast she couldn't
get going. If her arms had been free, or even tied in
front of her the babysitter thought she might have had a
chance. But they weren't and she was stuck. With her
breast now completely under Elvira found it hard to
breathe. The honey was almost alive in the way it was
containing her body. She could feel every inch of herself
being held. Even being in Benny the Bondage Suit hadn't
made her feel this helpless.
"Still alive." Georgia said. Elvira looked up to see the
wicked girl holding a small box. She turned away and
attached the box to the maze, then turned back. "You must
have very good balance." she said, taking hold of
Elvira's head. Very slowly Elvira was pulled out of the
honey. So far the babysitter hadn't said anything, but
she screamed as Georgia suspended Elvira over her mouth.
"You wouldn't!" Elvira shouted.
"I might." Georgia said, bringing the helpless girl down
closer. "But in truth I just wanted to do this." Her
tongue snaked out of her mouth and began to lick the
honey from Elvira's feet.
"Stop... ha...ha..." Elvira squirmed, never had she been
so scared, turned on, tickled and disgusted at the same
time. Also her head was starting to hurt from being held
between Georgia's fingers.
"This is really too much fun." Georgia said. Taking
Elvira over to the opposite end of the maze she pulled up
a glass door. Taking a pair of scissors she cut away the
dental floss and dropped her captive into the maze,
letting the door fall shut. Elvira dropped to the floor,
her arms and legs plastered to her side by the honey.
Slowly she forced her limbs apart. She didn't bother
trying to wipe it off, Elvira knew that honey was on her
until she could find a hot bath.
Georgia rapped on the glass sharply and Elvira jumped
back, pressing against the wall. Which was a mistake as
she almost got stuck there.
"Here's that little game I told you about." Georgia said.
"At the other end of the maze I've placed a shrunken
bear, and you know how they love honey."
"What's wrong, all out of killer bees?" Elvira snapped.
"Mmmm, actually they didn't occur to me. I must get some
at my earliest opportunity. Now I'm going to let you
loose, and I'm going to let him loose. If you get to the
center of the maze first you'll be safe.
"At least for a while." she said after a moments pause.
"But if he finds you first, well that's that. Have fun."
The door in front of Elvira opened, but the corridor
beyond didn't look very inviting.
Inviting or not Does Elvira have a choice? Stay tuned.
*******************
Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode thirteen: Little Maids and the Pleasures of Pie
By Skytower
Elvira Peterson, Babysitter with a problem. Exposed to an
unstable shrinking potion Elvira now can grow or shrink
when she reaches a sexual zenith. This has led to the
occasional problem. Her current problem is being caught
and held by Georgia Sylvester, an aspiring
supervillaines.
(c)1999 by Skytower
In the four microseconds it took for the display to tell
her what she already knew, Georgia Sylvester reviewed the
situation in her mind. She had won over Marvelous Mary at
last, not in any physical way, but in the true way of her
family; she had out thought the super-heroine.
She had captured her foe while Marvelous Mary was still
in her civilian guise. Georgia smiled as she remembered
the brief struggle. She knew Mary, knew what could bring
her down. The nude photos she had taken were now resting
on the hard drive in the main computer of the Sylvester
sky palace. Ready to go out over the Internet in seconds.
Mary had tracked her to the sky palace, as Georgia knew
she would. Hovering for the moment over Hollywood, hidden
in a cloud and all but invisible to every form of
electronic sensor, the sky palace was impossible to
approach without being seen. So Mary and her brother
Captain Marvelous and cousin Captain Marvelous Junior
would use the Mighty Guys teleporter, catch her by
surprise and foil her schemes.
"Or at least that is their plan." Georgia muttered.
Georgia Sylvester was five six, skinny with pale yellow
skin. Her eyes glared at the world from behind Coke
bottle glasses and hair was a dull brown mop. She wore a
turtleneck sweater and a knee length brown skirt. The
teleporter warning alarm lit up. Two signals were
detected, intercepted before they could materialize and
held in stasis.
"Only two?" Georgia questioned, giving the outside
scanners a quick glance. But nothing was approaching, and
there was no way the Sylvester designed scanners could be
fooled. "Who's with you Mary?" Georgia asked. She typed
in a series of commands and in one of the rooms of the
sky palace Marvelous Mary and Wonder Lass materialized
briefly, then dematerialized before either girl could do
anything.
"Wonder Lass!" Georgia snapped in surprise. "Still that
makes sense, you could never tell your brother or your
cousin what I did could you? Well," she said, turning to
another part of the console, "Let's see what the
SuperVillain Data Base has on Wonder Lass."
It took only a few moments for Georgia to find the
information she sought. When she did her harsh laughter
filled the sky palace, causing a few of the glass panels
to shudder.
Esmerelda materialized for an instant, she was sure of
that, but that instant was gone before she could even
think. Then she materialized again, this time remaining
solid. She was in a small room, bare with gray walls and
ceiling.
"Hello." Georgia said.
Esmerelda spun around only to be hit by a beam of some
sort. Puzzled she staggered back against the wall, trying
to use he bracelets to block the beam. It didn't work as
the beam was too diffused. It stopped and suddenly the
room began to dim, then twist. The lights dimmed and the
heroine felt the floor fall out from under her.
When it was over Esmerelda struggled to her feet. She was
naked, under some sort of big red tent. Trying to clear
her head Esmerelda pushed herself to the end of the tent
and into the light. Staggering away from the tent the
Amazon fell against a large white rubber couch. She lay
against it for a moment, getting her bearings. Someone
was laughing, a harsh almost metallic laugh. The couch
was pulled out from under her and Esmerelda landed flat
on her back looking up. Looking up at Georgia Sylvester.
"Hello Wonder Dolly." Georgia said. For a moment she just
watched the dazed heroine. The shrinking ray had reduced
her in proportion nothing was changed. She still had a
voluptuous figure, with dark black hair and a round face.
Reaching down she picked Esmerelda up and brought her to
eye level.
"Well, black is your natural hair color." Georgia said,
scratching Esmerelda's vagina. Holding the tiny girls
legs taunt Georgia looked her over. Still dazed Esmerelda
stared back, fear beginning to slip into her mind. "Even
at this size these things are large." Georgia said,
tapping Esmerelda's chest. Bending down she picked up
Wonder Lass's costume. She laughed again. "But not large
enough to fill this anymore." Holding up the golden belt
Georgia pressed it against the tiny girl. Instantly
Esmerelda's head snapped up, her mind recovered. She
tried to grab the belt only to have Georgia pull it away.
"Feel better?" Georgia asked.
Esmerelda growled in frustration and pounded on her
captors hands.
"I thought so." Georgia said.
Mary materialized slightly dazed and worried. She knew
something had gone wrong, she and Esmerelda had blinked
into reality for a second before vanishing again. Mary
looked around, fighting off the fog that clouded her
mind. She was in a kitchen, a large one. Georgia was
sitting by a table, her hand resting on the power switch
of a blender.
"You!" Mary growled, starting to charge her. She stopped
quickly when she saw a tiny figure inside the blender.
Though distorted by the thick glass Mary recognized
Wonder Lass. Lilliputian, naked and helpless.
"One step closer and I press the "Whip" button." Georgia
threatened.
"You wicked girl." Mary said, quickly stopping.
"Turn around and say Quantor." Georgia ordered.
"Realizing she had no choice Mary turned around.
"Qunator." she said and was instantly transformed back
into Mary Batton.
"You didn't have a chance to dress." Georgia observed.
Mary was still wearing the nightgown from their encounter
a few hours before. It was shredded and barely covered
any of her. Something light settled Mary's shoulders.
"No..." Mary started to protest, realizing it was Wonder
Lass's magic lasso. But it was too late.
"Don't move." Georgia ordered. Mary stayed where she was
feeling bars of steel descend on her willpower. "If
everything I've heard of this is true, you have to do
everything I say and can only tell the
truth."
"Yes." Mary stuttered. "I must tell...truth."
"True or false, you like being tied up."
"False." Mary said.
"Incredible." her captor said. "Your too straight for
this business you know that?"
"No."
Georgia laughed.
"I bet you've never even kissed a boy have you?"
"Yes I have."
"Any more than that? Touching, groping?"
"No."
"You must be one dull date."
"No."
"Enough fun." Georgia said, her tone turning serious. "I
order you to promise me never to say the word that will
transform you into Marvelous Mary."
"I...nnn... I promise." Mary said at last, trying to bite
every word before it came out of her mouth.
"Good." Georgia said, pushing Mary down she pulled the
lasso off. Then she took out a gun and let Mary have a
blast of the shrinking beam right in the face. As with
Esmerelda, Mary was shrunk proportionately. She still had
the slim boyish figure, fresh face and brown hair. The
superheroine was just smaller. A lot smaller, Mary
realized as Georgia picked her up.
"I see brown is your natural hair color as well." Georgia
said.
Elvira looked at the passageway. It wasn't much to look
at, dull white plastic, smooth Formica floor (also dull
white) with a clear Plexiglas ceiling.
"Jerry Mouse where are you when I need you?" she wondered
aloud. As if in answer a deep hoarse roar echoed it's way
to her ears. "Make it to the middle an your safe huh,
well not in this lifetime."
Elvira Peterson stood at five feet five inches. Usually.
Lately she had begun to loose track of her normal height.
She stood at the entrance to the maze, her body covered
in sticky honey. Elvira was solidly built with wide hips,
small breast and shoulder length brown hair. Her face,
when not covered with honey anyway, was round with a high
proud forehead.
Turning away from the maze Elvira looked at the doorway
Georgia had dropped her through. It was a simple trap
door, held down by a magnet. Good enough to stop a mouse,
but not a determined babysitter.
She hoped. Her first jump served to remind Elvira that
she was still covered with honey, she slipped and fell on
her but. Growling the tiny girl tried again. This time
she made it, pushing the door open a little, but fell
back. As many of her friends had noted during the years,
Elvira was a stubborn girl.
They would not have been surprised that Elvira kept at
it, nor that it took her 38 tries to force herself up out
of the maze. They would have applauded, and Elvira would
have congratulated herself. If she hadn't been hanging
onto the edge of the maze for dear life. What she hadn't
realized was that there was no edge on the table, from
the outer wall of the maze there was a sheer drop to the
floor.
"Wear these." Georgia ordered, dropping two outfits in
front of Esmerelda and Mary.
"I will not." Mary declared in an outraged tone of voice.
The costume Georgia had given them was a sexual parody of
a French Maid. Tight fishnet stockings, a frill that
would serve as a skirt, or a very wide belt and a tight
black tube top. Three inch high heels were included as
well. "This is indecent!"
"This from little naked girl." Georgia laughed.
"Put it on Mary." Esmerelda said, struggling into her
top. "At least it's something."
"I will not." Mary declared again.
Georgia reached over and picked up the doll-sized girl.
Holding her from just above the knees. Enraged Mary
pounded and scratched, but that had no effect on Georgia.
With dizzying speed Mary was brought up to the wicked
girls face, then turned around.
"Ow!" Mary shouted as Georgia gave her a spank. More of
them came and even though her arms were free Mary could
do nothing to protect herself. Again and again Georgia
hit the helpless girl's but, using just one finger.
Sometimes she used her fingernail.
Georgia didn't bother demanding surrender, in fact except
for a low grating giggle she didn't make any noise at
all.
"All right!" Mary shouted. Georgia ignored her. "Stop!"
again she was ignored. "I give up!" Mary screeched. The
giggling only got worse. "Please!" Mary screamed.
That did it. Georgia put Mary back on the tabletop where
Esmerelda had watched the spanking with helpless fury.
Choking back tears Mary struggled into the costume. The
top fit snugly, the frill she had
to hike up above her belly button, her but was just too
sensitive for anything to touch it. Luckily the stockings
only went up to her thighs. It was the heels that gave
her the hardest time. Mary had never worn three-inch
heels before. Once Esmerelda had strapped them on Mary
fell over. For the next few minutes Georgia's laughter
filled the room as Mary struggled to stand.
Elvira inched herself hand over hand to the edge of the
table, grateful that the honey on her hands had gotten a
little sticky. Her arms were too sore to pull herself up,
but the small girl had spotted the leg of the table.
Large round and sloping at a steep angle toward the
floor.
"Just like a fire pole." Elvira said to herself. "If a
fire pole was four feet wide and fifty feet tall. I HATE
BABYSITTING!" she screamed.
Mary walked cautiously a few feet, turned around and
walked back.
"You're getting the hang of it." Esmerelda said, ready to
catch her again. Both of them were studiously avoiding
looking at Georgia, who was now munching popcorn as she
watched.
"Who came up with these things?" Mary asked. "Lex Luthor?
The Joker? Who was sick enough..."
"The same guy who came up with the corset." Esmerelda
said, steadying her.
"Men." Mary swore.
"It's supposed to make our legs look better." Esmerelda
said.
"Alright." Georgia said, putting down the popcorn. They
were in what both girls guessed was the main kitchen of
the Sylvester Sky Palace. It was well stocked with more
pastry than either of them had seen outside of a bakery.
Gleaming chrome pots and pans hung from the walls. "Now
that my little doll has learned how to walk it's time to
get to work." Walking over to a table with a sheet on it
she wheeled it over to them and pulled off the sheet.
Beneath the sheet was a Victorian playhouse. Pulling a
pin out of the roof the wicked girl opened the house,
exposing three floors of the dirtiest rooms Mary or
Esmerelda had ever seen. "When my brother and I were ten
my father shrunk us down and made us live in here."
"Why?" Esmerelda asked.
"We wouldn't stop fighting. He only meant to keep us in
there for a night, but the next day Captain Marvelous,"
here she looked pointedly at Mary, "put him in jail. We
were in there for two years before
he broke out. Now naturally Sylvester's don't do
housework, so the place is a little messy."
"You want us to clean your doll house?" Esmerelda asked,
wondering where all the normal super villains were. Not
even the Joker would ask her to clean a house. At least
not since he'd met Harley Quinn.
"That's right." Georgia said, handing them each a small
basket filled with cleaning supplies. I want it
spotless." Picking the tiny girls up she dropped them
into the living room. Then she put two cameras on a cord
hanging from the ceiling. "Now these camera's are a
direct feed to the web." Mary turned red and ducked
behind Esmerelda. "On a time delay. If the house isn't
spotless then you two are going to be the most famous
shrunken superheroines of all time."
"You wicked girl." Mary said.
"Clean." Georgia ordered, settling back into her chair
and reaching for more popcorn.
"Well that was fun." Elvira said, laying back on the
floor, her chest heaving. The slide down the table leg
had been close, but she had managed to slow herself down
enough. Barely. Pealing her back off of the floor Elvira
looked around the room. She could see the doorway Georgia
had come through, no way was Elvira going in that
direction. Which left only the door on the other side of
the room.
"Oh well." Elvira sighed and started to walk. First
things first, a safe place, and then she could get big
and deal with Georgia. If she could still get big.
Georgia's comment about the nanite being out of power
worried her. But if the past few months had taught her
anything it was to have faith in Jeremy's handiwork.
Somehow it would work.
There are times that test even heroines. Moments in life
when dread can overcome honor. Horror defeats principle.
Mary and Esmerelda were at that point. They had decided
to start at the top of the house and worked their way
down. The first two rooms were servant's quarters, small
and not to bad. But the first door on the second floor
had a sign on it that brought them to a halt. They stood
in front of the door, feeling the malevolence emanating
from the room beyond.
"You do it." Mary and Esmerelda said together.
They instantly turned away from each other, shame and
embarrassment filling them.
"Maybe we should save this for last?" Mary suggested.
"Sounds good." Esmerelda agreed.
Together they hurried down the stairs. But even as they
fled both of the tiny girls realized one of them would
have to clean the bathroom sooner or later.
"Don't any of the doors in this damn place open!" Elvira
cursed, kicking the door. She swore again and sat down,
nursing the injured foot. It was an unreasonable request
she knew she was a little over six inches while the doors
were about fifteen feet high. Elvira wasn't sure how long
she'd been wandering the mansion corridors, being shrunk
often messed up her sense of time. Not that the mansion
was
such a bad place, even at her height. It was a treasure
trove of fine art, furniture in all taste and styles and
large stain glass windows. The floors were all the same
though, flat dull gray plastic. Hard, flat dull gray
plastic. In the past few months the shrunken babysitter
had gotten a lot of experience in masturbation in strange
places. Under beds, toy boxes, Lego palaces, over sinks,
IN sinks, Under sinks...
Elvira had learned to ignore her surroundings and
concentrate. But she needed a modicum of privacy, or at
least a soft surface, to do it. And the mansion offered
very little of either. Sighing she stood up, testing the
foot. It was okay and Elvira started to walk down the
corridor.
"Halt!"
She spun, ready for battle, but there was no one there.
"How dare you track foot prints down my corridor." the
voice was strange, the words hard, but the tone, though
male, almost a whisper. Elvira looked hard, and then
realized where the words were coming from. On the floor
at the corner was a large towel. It scrubbed away at her
honey edged footprints.
"Wow!" Elvira said, barely getting the word out.
She watched in amazement as the towel scrubbed the floor
to her feet. Then the towel stood up.
"Wow!"
At full height the towel stood some four feet with a
width of two feet. Fine white Terry Cloth, shaped like a
gingerbread man, with no mouth, eyes or other human
attributes.
"Do you have any idea how hard it is to get honey off the
floor?"
"Ah...no." Elvira said.
"Well it's not easy young lady."
"Sorry." Elvira apologized. "But you see I was..."
"No excuses."
"Who are you?" the tiny girl asked, finally starting to
get her mind working again.
"I am Sir Softy."
"Sir Softy?"
"Am I not speaking clearly enough? I am Sir Softy. The
cleaner. I keep the Sylvester Sky Palace clean so the
family can attend to their villainous affairs."
"Oh." Elvira started to back away.
"Stop." Sir Softy ordered. "I will not have you track
honey over my clean floors. If you are to walk here you
must be cleaned."
"Really?" Elvira turned and ran.
"Mary!" Esmerelda cried, though she only got the first
part of the word out. A furry arm snaked around her
throat before she could finish or take another breath.
The arm quickly wrapped itself around her face as well.
Another arm shot out of the fridge at the same time and
pinned the tiny girls arms to her side. Two suction cups
launched from the fridge and stuck to the nipples on each
breast. The last furry arm wrapped itself between and
then around her legs.
Slowly it started to rub against her vagina. At the same
time a blast of strange smelling dust was shot into her
nose by the arm wrapped around her face. Almost instantly
Esmerelda's fears collapsed. A warm feeling filled her
body, lowering her defenses. The arm at her vagina
started to press inward.
"Esmerelda I... Esmerelda!" Mary shouted, walking in the
door. Quickly she attacked the thing from the fridge with
her mop. Hitting and poking she pried the arms from
Esmerelda's body and forced it back into the frige,
closing the door. Tired she turned and leaned against it.
"That was close. Are you ok Esmerelda?"
"Fine." Esmerelda said, a strange smile on her face.
Before Mary could react Esmerelda charged her. Grabbing
Mary in a bear hug that pinned the girl's arms behind her
at the same time Esmerelda kissed her surprised friend.
Mary squirmed and started to protest, but Esmerelda only
took the opportunity to force her tongue into the other
girl's mouth. Esmerelda then flipped her up and over her,
landing on top of Mary while at the same time driving the
wind out of her lungs. Holding down the shrunken
squirming girl Esmerelda started to kiss and massage
Mary's breast.
"Stop!" Sir Softy shouted as Elvira turned a corner. "You
must be cleaned!"
Elvira didn't stop of course, in fact she managed to go
faster. By now completely lost the babysitter was running
on pure panic and adrenaline.
"It does you no good to run girl! I shall find you and
then there shall by a reckoning. You must be scrubbed,
soaped, cleaned. Only then will you be ready for more of
Mistress Sylvester's torture."
"Wait a minute!" Elvira said, skidding to a halt.
Scrubbed? Cleaned? Turning she ran back around the corner
and into a very surprised Sir Softy. "Take me I'm yours."
Mary twisted the fishnet stockings around Esmerelda's
wrist and then pulled her other stalking off. If
Esmerelda hadn't been under the influence of the lust
dust Mary doubted she could have won the wrestling match.
The young Amazon was used to wrestling in the Greek
style. Luckily she was too busy trying to get her head
between Mary's legs. Pulling off Esmerelda's other
stalking Mary tied her friend's legs together, then she
sat on her.
"What was that thing?" Mary demanded.
"That was Mister Pleasure." Georgia said. "A little
present my brother whipped up for my birthday."
"Your brother?" Mary asked aghast.
"He felt sorry for leaving me tied up in the tub for two
days."
Mary said nothing, but could feel Esmerelda squirming
beneath her. The Amazon was rubbing her breast on the
floor and Mary could feel Esmerelda's hands trying to
reach her but.
"How long will it last?"
"Two, three days. It was a good gift. You know the longer
she's tied up like that the hornier she gets. It's pure
torture. Here." Georgia knocked Mary off of Esmerelda and
picked the shrunken girl up. "I think I'll help her out."
"You wicked girl!" Mary called after her.
Georgia ignored her, placing Esmerelda on the table. With
a knife she freed the tiny Amazon, but held her down with
a finger on her stomach. Lustfully Esmerelda hugged and
licked the finger.
"You can watch if you like." Georgia said, looking at
Mary. Mary blushed scarlet and turned away. Georgia
laughed and released her hold on Esmerelda. "Stay." she
ordered, going over to the refrigerator. The Amazon lay
on the table panting.
"You monster!" Mary whispered, knowing that anything
above that might get her a place next to Esmerelda. Never
had the heroine been so frustrated. She was completely
helpless. Frantically she racked her brain, trying to
come up with an escape plan. But there was none.
"It's a good thing you've come to your senses." Sir Softy
said, carrying Elvira into the bathroom.
"No problem." It had actually been a pretty comfortable
trip. Sir Softy had gathered the shrunken babysitter in
his(?) arms and, scrubbing all the way, taken her to the
bathroom. Elvira had used the trip to stimulate herself,
rubbing herself all over. Now she was fully aroused, her
breast hard, the juices between her legs mixing with the
honey. With one hand she pinched a nipple, while the
other hand delved into herself, tapping out a concerto on
her clitoris.
"I'll just put you here while I run the sink."
Elvira was rolled out of Sir Softy's grip and onto the
unforgiving cold hardness of a Formica counter top.
"HEY!" Elvira shouted, feeling the mood start to break.
Without thinking she leapt to her feet and launched
herself into the towel. "Bonsai!"
Esmerelda rubbed her body against the stick of celery,
feeling the stiff hairs of the vegetable scratch her
skin. From the dollhouse Mary stood repulsed and
fascinated at the same time. Georgia sat and watched,
every so often reaching over and pulling the celery away.
When ever she did Esmerelda would cry and beg until it
was given back.
"I wonder how she'd handle an ice cream cone?" Georgia
asked Mary. The wicked girl turned toward the fridge only
to be met with a blackberry pie in the face. Taken by
surprise Georgia fell backward, only saved from stopping
by grabbing the table.
"Who dares..." she started to say, wiping the pie out of
her eyes. The moment she did a pumpkin pie hit her. "Why
I never..." Lemon moraine stopped her words.
"One more cliche and I throw the carrot cake." Elvira
warned. Full sized, if still naked, she lounged casually
against the fridge.
Seeing her chance Mary leapt from the house to the table.
A right cross knocked Esmerelda senseless and Mary
Carried her behind the popcorn bowl.
The carrot cake wasn't needed, as Georgia didn't say
anything. Enraged she charged Elvira. The charge was met
with a pirouette move the young hockey player had used to
avoid many a body check. Georgia slammed into the fridge
and rebounded off stunned. Elvira kicked her in the
stomach, then when Georgia was doubled over put the
wicked girls head between her legs. Grabbing Georgia's
waist Elvira pulled her upside down. Then dropped to her
knees.
Georgia's head hit the floor with the weight of her
entire body driving it. She fell and lay limp as Elvira
released her.
"Damn! That felt good." Elvira said, getting up. "I
always wanted to try that. Hey, what a spread." She said,
looking at the table. Aside from the bowl of popcorn
there was a cherry and blueberry pie set
out. "Hello? Come on out, it's safe."
"Thank you." Mary said, pulling Esmerelda from behind the
popcorn bowl. "This is the second time you've saved me.
You'd better tie her up."
"No need, if you do the tombstone right they never get
up. My names Elvira."
"I know, Jeremy told me."
"You know him?"
"I sat for him once."
"Well that explains the height."
"Oh, no it wasn't Jeremy. Georgia has... Georgia!"
Elvira whirled at the warning to find herself facing
Georgia. The wicked girl stood unsteadily on her feet,
pointing a Buck Rogers style gun at her.
"I don't know how you got to full size again, but you
won't stay that way! First I shall shrink you, then the
world!"
As fast as Elvira was she was not fast enough to avoid a
beam of energized particles. It hit her full in the
chest, discharging the energy it carried to every cell in
her body. For a moment Elvira danced as her nervous
system was flooded with conflicting signals. As the
energy faded Elvira felt the world twist, her vision
dimmed. But when it was over she stood unchanged.
"Impossible!" Georgia whispered. "No one can resist a
direct does of Geta radiation. She looked dumbly at the
gun until Elvira hit her in the face with the carrot
cake.
With cold deliberate steps Elvira walked toward the
wicked girl.
"How dare you!" Georgia snarled wiping her face off.
"That," Elvira said with a deadly calm voice, "was your
last cliche."
Another kick sent Georgia into the fridge and Elvira hit
her in the head with a frying pan as she rebounded off.
Georgia fell to the floor and Elvira picked up the
shrinking gun and let her have it. In a few seconds there
was only a pile of cloths on the floor with a lump
stirring in the middle.
"Have to admit that felt pretty good." Elvira said,
looking at the gun. I wonder if this is how Jeremy felt."
"What was the gun set for?" Mary asked. Behind her
Esmerelda started to wake up.
"It has settings?" Elvira looked at the gun. Sure enough
on the handle were two small dials. One was labeled
inches, the other resembled a clock face. A small setting
dial was on the one labeled in inches, while two
surrounded the clock face. "Yea it does. From the looks
of this thing she'll grow in about twelve hours. So
we..."
Elvira stopped as she realized Mary and Esmerelda were
wrestling. Esmerelda was on top, holding Mary's wrist
together above her head with one hand while her other
hand squeezed Mary's breast. She was kissing Mary
feverishly.
"Whoa! You two want to be alone or something?"
"Help!" Mary shouted. "She's been overcome by lust dust!"
"If you say so." Elvira picked Esmerelda up and held her
in one hand. "Hey!"
As if Esmerelda didn't realize she was being held in a
hand, the crazed superheroine had her legs wrapped around
Elvira's thumb and were kissing the tip.
"I told you." Mary said, standing up. "She's the victim
of some terrible dust that Georgia cooked up."
"Powerful stuff." Elvira admitted. Taking a clear plastic
bowl off the shelf she put Esmerelda on table and put the
bowl on top of her. Disappointed the trapped superheroine
launched herself against the plastic, pressing her lips,
breast and legs against it.
"How long is she going to be like that?"
"I don't know."
"Let's find out." Elvira bent down and pulled a still
dazed Georgia out of the tent her sweater had become.
"So, how do we cool her down?"
"You can't." Georgia said defiantly. "Not until she
comes. And she'll go insane if you don't let her."
"Well I can see why you'd need something like that."
Elvira said. Naked the plainness of Georgia's body was
tragically revealed. Bones could be seen through the
yellow white skin and her breast seemed to point in
different directions.
"Impudent Slut! I am a Sylvester! My families beauty has
always been in their heads!"
"Okay let's prove that theory." Elvira said, holding the
tiny wicked girl upside down. "Now, either you tell me
there's another cure or... Now this brings back some
memories." Elvira reached over and picked up the pack of
dental floss from where it lay on the floor. She guessed
it must have fallen out of Georgia's pocket.
"You wouldn't dare!" Georgia screamed. "Superhero's don't
do that!"
"I'm not a superheroine," Elvira's tone grew hard, "I'm a
babysitter."
"Oh." Georgia turned white. "Dump her in cold water!"
"Good." Elvira picked up Georgia's turtleneck and dumped
the wicked girl into it. Then she tied the neck, arms and
waist in knots and put it on the table. The sweater moved
as the girl tried to find a way out.
"Drop her in cold water." Elvira muttered. "Are all
supervillains that un-original?"
"Most of them." Mary admitted.
Elvira walked over to the sink and turned on the cold
water.
"Hey!" she said, spotting a chocolate cake on the table
beside sink. "Supervillains eat." she said, reaching over
and dipping her finger into the chocolate. It was prime
stuff. Elvira knew chocolate and this was good chocolate.
She was reaching for another taste when a familiar
feeling welled up inside her.
"No." she started to say, but before the word was past
her lips she had shrunk again.
It had been quicker this time. The tightening of her
stomach, a warmth flowing from between her legs, her
breast getting hard, all of it taking less than a few
moments. Still a little dizzy Elvira picked
herself up off the floor.
"Elvira!" Mary called. Elvira looked up to see Mary
looking down at her from the top of the table. "Why did
you shrink?"
"I don't know!" Elvira shouted, falling down again. Her
head started to pound. At the same time her body
trembled. Elvira lay still, all the strength drained from
her. She watched unable to move as Mary lowered the
dental floss and climbed down to her. The closer Mary
got, the bigger she seemed to get. At first Elvira
thought it was simply because Mary was getting closer.
Then she realized Mary actually was bigger. As the
shrunken superheroine stood over Elvira's prostrate, form
the babysitter realized she had gone from small to
smaller. In shock, but feeling her body was safe once
more, Elvira stood up. Her head reached Mary's waist,
leaving the babysitter to stare at Mary's bush.
"What the hell..." Elvira's voice trailed off even as her
mind put the puzzle together. Georgia's shrinking gun
must have had an effect on the nanites in her body. "I
need Jeremy." Elvira said.
"You can't grow on your own?"
"It's a long story." Elvira said, turning away from her
and looking up at the table. "Right now we better get to
that gun and get you grown again." Elvira took hold of
the dental floss and looped it around her waist. "Give me
a ten fingered boost to start will ya?"
"Sure." Mary bent down and clasped her fingers together.
Carefully Elvira put her foot into the fingers. A moment
later she shot up toward the tabletop. But she wasn't
climbing.
"Esmerelda no!" Mary shouted.
Elvira looked up to see Esmerelda, an insanely lustful
smile on her face, hauling up the rope. It was too late
to do anything, Elvira realized she was too high up to
let go. Worse Mary was cut off because
Esmerelda was taking the rope up as well.
"Oh girl." Elvira swore as she reached the edge of the
table. Elvira had always thought that saying "Oboy" in
times of crisis was sexist.
Mary strained with all her might but she couldn't force
the word Quantor out of her mouth. Nor could she climb
the legs of the table, or any of the tables for that
matter. They were smooth aluminum. All she could was
stand and fume as the sounds of battle came from above.
Elvira knew how to fight. She could fight on skates, she
could fight in water, and she could fight almost
anywhere. But she could not fight as well as an Amazon
trained from birth. Wonder Lass blocked, parried or
simply absorbed Elvira's best shots. It didn't help that
Elvira was only half Esmerelda's size.
Maybe I should just go with this, Elvira thought as
Esmerelda sat on top of her and buried her face between
the young girls legs. It was a 69 position, but Elvira
fell face short on her part of the equation. She was only
able to reach Esmerelda's belly button.
"I hate outies." Elvira swore, squirming out from under
the lust crazed superheroine. "And I am not going through
with this!"
It was doubtful Esmerelda even heard her words. If she
did they didn't stop her from catching Elvira with a full
tackle sending both of them over the edge of a pan and
into a blueberry pie.
Fighting Esmerelda had been hard enough on firm ground.
Inside a blueberry pie it was impossible. Elvira was
pinned under the larger girl, and the slippery blue
berries and filling prevented her from getting any
leverage to push the Amazon off.
"Oh the hell with it!" Elvira swore and started to suck
one of Esmerelda's breast. It was a few minutes before
she realized it was a blueberry. In the meantime another
of the blueberries was between Elvira's legs, blocking
the entrance to her vagina. Esmerelda didn't seem to
mind, she was nibbling the berry with gamesome
enthusiasm.
"Hell if we're going to do this we're going to do it
right!" Elvira cursed. Squirming out from Esmerelda's
grasp she half jumped/half fell on top of the Amazon.
Pinning the girl down as much as she could Elvira planted
both her knees on Esmerelda's shoulders. "Eat already!"
she shouted. While the lust crazed Amazon obeyed that
command Elvira tore off a piece of the pie crust and
leaned back to use it on
Esmerelda's own bush.
Mary heard two shouts of wild pleasure and ran under the
table just in time to avoid a full size Elvira as she hit
the floor. The now normal sized babysitter lay there not
moving.
"Are you alright?"
"Peachy." Elvira said wearily. Slowly she sat up.
"Where's Esmerelda?"
Elvira thought for a second, then opened her legs. Mary
nearly fainted as, with a popping sound, a small Wonder
Lass was pulled from Elvira's vagina.
"I guess we won't need that cold water anymore." Elvira
said.
Well, the villain has been thwarted. The pies are all
gone. Now Elvira can return to the safety(?) of Carrion
Mansion. There Jeremy can tell her what effect Geta
Radiation has on nanites. And why honey should be
followed by Cherry, not Blueberry.
End.
***************
Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode fourteen: Fairy Hazards
By Skytower
"When I babysit I babysit alone. I like it that way, the
kids like it that way, the parents who pay me like it
that way. So everyone stay away and no one gets hurt. And
this is to the tenth power when I'm at Carrion Mansion."
Mindy had never taken her friend Elvira Peterson
seriously when she said that. They were best friends
after all. And anyway Elvira always exaggerated. Well
almost always. It turned out that Elvira was dead
serious. Jeremy and Helga Carrion were mad scientist.
Jeremy had shrunk Elvira to doll size, while Helga had
transformed Mindy into a fairy. Kidnapped by a group of
mutated spider men, Mindy had barely avoided being
sacrificed to their god. As we join her she has just
flown out of the chimney.
(c)1999 by Skytower
Mindy shot out of the chimneystack of Carrion Mansion
like she'd been shot out of a cannon. Wings flapping
wildly against the both the wind and the webbing
entangling them, the mutated young woman careened out of
control as she tore at the webbing that still clung to
her hair and face. It took only a few minutes for her
wings to tire. Soon she started back down, lurching from
wind current to wind current. Her arms and legs wildly
flailing as she sought something to grab. Mindy missed
with her arms and legs but hit something with her
stomach.
Like running into a solid bar she hit a power line.
Instinctively she wrapped her arm around it, tucking the
wire into her armpit and locking her hands together. For
a long while Mindy hung there, not really sure where she
was. Eventually the panic faded. Her senses started to
filter through to her mind and the mind started to work
once more.
It was cold. Windy. The scent of rubber and car exhaust
filled her nostrils. She could hear cars going by, and
snatches of conversation. Lastly a creaking noise,
irregular and mechanical. Slowly Mindy opened her eyes.
Then quickly closed them again. After a moment she opened
them and looked around once more. She was holding onto a
power line above and intersection. Miles below (or so it
seemed) cars the size of buildings sped past. The
creaking sound was the traffic light swaying slowly in
the wind.
"I'm tiny." Mindy whispered, realizing that at a whisper
even her voice was small. It had been different in the
mansion, or even while she was captive of the spider men.
But now she was outside. Mindy beheld the world as a
sparrow would, and for the first time found herself
wanting. Far away the solid cylindrical shape of the
telephone pole, crossed with wooden beams to hold the
wires, offered a small sanctuary.
Her wings were still too tired to fly (how do I know
that? she wondered. Do they feel tired... is it like my
arms are tired?) so she started to inch her way to the
pole arm over arm. As she crawled Mindy realized that her
wings did feel like an arm or a leg. She could feel them,
the wind on veins that ran through them, the slightly
warmer parts where webbing still clung. They were a part
of her.
"Helga deserves an A+ on that potion." she gasped out,
getting closer to the pole.
When Mindy reached the pole she climbed onto the wooden
crossbeam. Her newly elongated toes gripped the weathered
grain easily. After a moment Mindy stood up, feeling the
strength in them. A wind sprang up, for a moment bending
her over, but she quickly straightened up.
"Definitely an A+." she said. Spotting an bent nail
sticking out of the main pole she walked over to it and
turned around. Carefully she hooked the webbing onto the
nail and slowly pulled it off. The webbing came off of
her wings like a pair of wet slacks being pulled of her
legs. Mindy used the nail to get the rest of the webbing
off of her arms. Her hair was a different problem. The
webbing was so enmeshed in it pulling out would take the
hair with it. She settled for patting it into a sort of
beehive hairdo.
Now what, Mindy thought, looking around. She was at the
corner of Le Morte avenue and Paradise Drive. To her
north along Le Morte lay Carrion Mansion. Just looking at
the semi-gothic structure chilled her. South along Le
Morte would take her past the cemetery to the secret
military base no one was supposed to know about. West
along Paradise would take her toward the farm lands that
surrounded the town. East would take her into town and
home.
"No way." Mindy said aloud. Her stepbrother had turned 15
only a few months ago, and turned into an obnoxious macho
jerk. For some reason he hung out with a bunch of
seniors, the worst of her high school. When they got
together it was like being in a locker room. Mindy, tall
blonde and voluptuous was a magnet for them. So far it
was only minor harassment, some of her underwear missing,
a peephole drilled into the bathroom wall. But that was
only because she could pick the punk up and throw him
against the wall.
And in fact had done just that earlier that night. He had
been trying to sneak a clock radio with a hidden camera
into her room. That was the real reason for her visit to
Carrion Mansion, despite Elvira's warnings. The
atmosphere in her house was just too hot. She knew her
mother loved her new husband, and she liked the guy. She
had even liked her stepbrother until he started to act
like bar scum.
The argument that was going to happen could possibly tear
the family apart. Mindy had wanted some back up before
that happened. After making sure her stepbrother was just
unconscious, not dead, she had left a quick note saying
she was staying with Elvira and left.
Unfortunately she had no idea that she'd end up the night
being turned into a fairy. Going home was out of the
question. She didn't even want to think about what her
little brother could do to her now. Helga had shrunk her,
and made her toes and hands a little different, and of
course there was the wings. But other than that Mindy was
still beautiful, with long blonde hair, large breast and
hips, and a classically featured face. One boy, trying to
be romantic, had called her a Norse goddess come to life.
But that was then when she was at her normal 5 feet 11
inches. She was now tiny, vulnerable and naked.
"Might was well paint a target on my chest or wear a red
shirt on Star Trek." Mindy said, hugging herself.
That left only the farms, or the military base. Carrion
Mansion was not an option in Mindy's opinion. A dog the
size of a horse trotted by bellow her, sniffed at the
telephone pole and passed on. Mindy realized the farms
weren't a good place to go either. And the military base
was pure suicide.
"El where are you." Mindy whined, leaning back against
the pole. Quickly she pulled away from it the wood was
rough on her wings. "She'll head home." Mindy said,
thinking of her friend. "As soon as she gets out of what
ever fix she's in she'll head home. Her sister knows
about the shrinking, she'll put me up for the night." She
looked down at herself. "And maybe have a spare Malibu
Stacy outfit. Damn it, damn it, damn it! This is worse
than when El talked me into streaking."
Steeling herself Mindy leapt off the pole and into the
air. For a few heart-wrenching moments she didn't know
how to fly, then something in her took over. Her legs
spread out, the feet going straight and the toes
spreading out as well. Her arms hung at her sides
loosely. The arms and legs combined to keep her steady
and Mindy found she could control her direction by moving
them. Her body was tilted down at a 60 degree angle from
the base of her wings. The wings didn't move straight up
and down from her back, rather they moved in a rowing
type of motion. Up, down at an angle and then back,
keeping her aloft and providing forward motion at the
same time.
While a part of Mindy's mind kept her going in the right
direction, following the streets she had known all her
life, another part of her was reveling in the flight. It
was a cool night, and she could feel the wind flowing
over ever part of her body. It caressed her, like a
summer shower, or a gust of wind from a fan. The longer
she flew the more natural it became to fly. Natural, but
tiring. After a few blocks her body started to ache. It
was almost like she'd been swimming too long. Desperate
to avoid landing on the street Mindy slowly spiraled onto
the branch of a tree. She lay on her stomach on the
branch, taking in gulps of air.
"Well, I guess they are only a few hours old." Mindy
said. Her voice sounded good to her, an assurance that
she was till Mindy. "How did El handle this? How does she
keep handling it... bad enough in a house, but..."
Mindy trailed off, looking at everything. Again it was
thrust upon her how small she was. Sighing Mindy rested
her head against the branch. Instantly she was lost in a
wondrous world. Mindy felt the world ripple around her,
then fade. She felt herself as a seed, burst open. She
felt the sun for the first time as she broke through the
ground. Glorious warmth and light. She felt herself go
from soft to hard, felt leaves blossom and fall off, felt
the small animals as they played, ate and loved on her.
It was a dream, but one of those dreams you know is not
really a dream.
"Yipe!" Mindy shouted, bolting up. Slowly she raised her
hands to her face. She knew what would be there. With her
fingers Mindy traced the antenna from her temples as they
curved around her face, then extended from above the
center of each eye. Delicate, yet strong at the same
time.
She willed them to move.
They moved.
Mindy ran her hands along them, feeling both her fingers
touching the antenna and the antenna touching her
fingers. The skin was the same as hers, soft and silky.
The tips were like the nipples of her breast. Indeed she
felt an erotic thrill go through her body. The antennas
were just long enough to see if she craned her eyes.
"A plus with extra credit." Mindy whispered.
A sound caught her attention. The sound of wings in
flight, heard not with her ears, but through the
vibrations in the air. Vibrations her antenna picked up
because she was concentrating on them. Mindy looked up
and in the ashen glare of a streetlight saw them. At
first her mind refused to believe it, even after all
she'd been through. But there they were. Three of the
spider men, each mounted on a flying rat.
There are times when conscious thought is simply not an
option. When even fear gives way to pure instinct.
Mindy's instinct was to get as far away from the spider
men as fast as possible. She launched herself into the
air and took off in the direction she was facing. With a
yell the spider men gave chase. Mindy flew desperately,
wildly. Changing direction nearly every moment, following
the random impulses of fate and chance. It didn't take
her long to realize that it wasn't working. Her pursuers
had fanned out into a wide triangle. Slowly they were
forcing her into the center.
They're boxing me in, Mindy thought. At the same time the
young girl became aware of how she could tell where the
spider men were without looking behind her. Some how her
antennas were giving her all the information she needed.
It wasn't quite vision, nor was it really hearing. The
sensation was like when she was swimming under water with
her eyes closed and someone swam close to her.
Still for all the novelty of her new senses the
information they were supplying was terrifying. Two of
the spider men had cast a web net between them. If she
was caught in that net there would be no escape. And they
were gaining on her. Despite the terror fueling her
flight Mindy was beginning to tire. Her wings were aching
once more. Pushing herself Mindy managed to get a little
more speed, but only for a few moments. The ache in her
wings changed to actual pain. She was slowing. Behind her
the spider men howled with joy.
Their joy was cut short as Mindy suddenly dove. A bus was
just pulling away from a stop light, picking up speed.
With everything she had left Mindy dove for it. Behind
her the spider men dropped the net and reached for bows.
In seconds small missiles were whizzing around her. Mindy
dodged them and made it to the bus, grabbing hold of the
handle of the trap door on the top. Just as it pulled
away she felt a stab of agony from her leg. One of the
arrows had made it. The pain shattered her mind and she
blacked out.
Mindy woke to the sound of arrows hitting the metal
around her. She was still on the bus, her hands locked
into a death grip on the handled of the trap door. Five
or six arrows were in the metal around her. Mindy's
stomach flipped as she saw the arrow sticking out of her
leg. Almost fearfully she touched it, only to jerk her
hand away at the pain. It was like having a splinter
resting on a raw nerve. Steadying herself Mindy reached
for the arrow again. Her fingers trembled uncontrollably
as she they neared the wooden shaft. Tears flowed from
her eyes. Swallowing the bile that rose in her throat she
grabbed the arrow and jerked it out.
She didn't scream. Mindy was proud of herself for that.
Nor did she black out again, though to stay conscious was
a struggle. Mindy looked at the arrow, marveling at the
fact that it had been inside of her only a few moments
before. It was wood, smoothly made with small runes
burned into the shaft. A silver liquid stained it. Mindy
looked down at her leg, knowing what she'd see. The wound
in her leg was bleeding silver blood. She had silver
blood. Silver with specks of gold. The shock was enough
to make her giggle as her mind edged toward the abyss of
insanity. The sight of the would sealing itself along
with the fact that the pain faded as it did kept her
sane. Mindy took a deep breath and tried to steady
herself.
"A plus with high honors." Mindy said, choking the words
out. She looked up at the spider men, reaching out with
her enhanced senses. Her sight zoomed in like a camera.
The spider men rode the rats without harness or bridle.
They merely grasped the sides of their mounts with the
tips of their feet. Mindy could hear the labored
breathing of their mounts as they struggled to keep up
with the bus. Either her hunters had abandoned trying to
shoot her or they were out of arrows. Judging by the
amount of arrows stuck into the metal around her Mindy
guessed they were out of arrows. The rats, they were rats
Mindy could tell that despite the wings were fat. The
animals were too fat to fly really. Their arms and legs
ended in fans, as did their tails. With the fans they
rowed through the air, effortlessly. They each had sickly
yellow eyes that glowed with corruption.
"Impossible." Mindy said. Having flown herself Mindy knew
it wasn't as easy as the old cartoons thought it was. You
had to keep yourself in the air, you couldn't glide
through it indefinitely. Even she, magically transformed
as she was, had to obey the laws of aerodynamics. She
studied the rats for a while, loosing herself in the
puzzle while at the same time hopping the bus was an
express. If it stopped they'd be on her.
"We have seen that the flight of dragons must have
depended on their ability to make their bodies
weightless, or almost weightless in air. To do this they
needed to fill large cavities-cavities which in fact
composed the major part of their body-structure-with a
lighter than air gas."
The voice was Mindy's and it came from a memory of
reading Dickinson's book on Draconian Studies. Mindy
remembered the argument she'd had with Mr. Larson the
science teacher about them. He'd ridiculed her arguments
in front of the whole class and had been well on the way
to reducing her to tears when Elvira...
Mindy shuddered and put the memory from her mind.
Concentrate on the moment, she told herself. The spider
men are out of arrows and you're fighting zeppelins. The
bus slowed to a stop and Mindy took off again, only a
small part of a plan in her mind.
She flew up, not straight up, but up at an ever
increasing angle. Behind and below her the spider men
sounded a horn and urged their mounts onward. The rats
expanded, growing fatter as they rose. Mindy didn't know
how high she could go (for that matter she wasn't sure
she wanted to find out), but she guessed the rats could
go higher. She didn't know if they could go faster, but
after a few minutes she realized they could. Almost
double their original size the rats climbed higher with
each beat of their wings. She could hear them snarl with
hatred and blood lust. The spider men had cast another
net and they too yelled with savage need.
"If I can't go up..." Mindy said. Turning she dived with
all her might. The web net lay before her, a deadly bed
of deceptively soft silk. At the last instant Mindy
closed her wings to her body and dived through. The
webbing caught at her skin and wings and held, but her
momentum pulled it, pulling the rats together. Being
essentially balloons, Mindy guessed they wouldn't hold
formation if she pulled hard enough. She was right and
the rats were pulled into each other.
Wings tangled and the spider men strove in vain to
control their mounts, as the rats turned on each other in
primitive fury. They lost their grips on the net and
Mindy dove once more. But the webbing was fouling her
wings and the transformed young girl could manage no more
than a barely controlled glide. A glide that was moving
her closer and closer to the ground with each second.
Can Mindy halt her fall? If so can she escape the spider
men? And if she can do both will Elvira's little sister
have a spare Malibu Stacy outfit? Meanwhile what are
Jeremy and Helga up to? Stay tuned.
***************
Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode fifteen: Strange Encounters in High School
By Skytower
"When I babysit I babysit alone. I like it that way, the
kids like it that way, the parents who pay me like it
that way. So everyone stay away and no one gets hurt. And
this is to the tenth power when I'm at Carrion Mansion."
Mindy had never taken her friend Elvira Peterson
seriously when she said that. They were best friends
after all. And anyway Elvira always exaggerated. Well
almost always. It turned out that Elvira was dead
serious. Jeremy and Helga Carrion were mad scientist.
Jeremy had shrunk Elvira to doll size, while Helga had
transformed Mindy into a fairy. Kidnapped by a group of
mutated spider men, Mindy had barely avoided being
sacrificed to their god. She escaped into the night but
they followed on flying rats. Mindy managed to escape
from them, but not before tangling her wings with
webbing. As we join the transformed girl she is falling
to Earth.
(c)1999 By Skytower
Mindy McConnell liked to swim, but she hated to dive.
Mindy had often told her best friend Elvira that you
could never be sure if the water would be there between
the time you left the board and the time you were
actually supposed to hit it. Truthfully her worst
nightmare was falling into a deep black pit and never
hitting the bottom.
Her current situation came as close to her nightmare as
she ever wanted to. Her wings were tangled in a silken
web, she was barely able to keep them straight, much less
move them. Panic was eating at the edges of her mind,
making it even harder to turn her fall into a glide. But
she was doing it anyway. Slowly she caught the air
currents, turning, bending and twisting her way into a
long easy slope. It worked and she started to relax.
Until she realized there was a large building in her way.
Mindy didn't know how strong her new body was, she'd only
had it a few hours after all. A few hours during which
she had been drugged, nearly sacrificed and chased by
flying rats. To end that by slamming into a building like
Wyle E. Coyote, was not something the transformed girl
was going to let happen. With strength born partly of
anger, partly of fear she willed her wings to move. Mindy
cleared the edge of the building by millimeters, twisting
her body like a pole-vaulter. Once she was clear her
wings gave out entirely and she landed on the roof,
rolling until her momentum gave out.
At that point Mindy wanted nothing more from life than to
lay down and rest. She had felt pain from each of the
beach ball sized gravel rocks as she rolled. Her wings
were so sore it hurt to think about
them. But it wasn't over yet, she had to get under cover.
Struggling to her feet Mindy staggered over to a
partially open skylight. The skylight had a rubber border
and the transformed young girl fell against it and lay
there, gasping for air. She tried to get up, but her body
simply refused to move. All it did in response to her
minds frantic commands was tremble. Giving up Mindy
slumped down, resting her head on the rubber. At least
she was off the gravel.
It took a few minutes for Mindy to get her wind back.
While she did her antenna searched the air. They found
nothing. Either the spider men and their mounts had
crashed or they were being very quiet.
Okay, she thought, they're gone. Now where am I?
There was no way to recall the path she had flown, it had
been random and Mindy had not been in a mood to take down
notes. A wave of panic rose in her. What if she was lost?
The panic met her exhaustion and was defeated. There was
no way she could be in a worse situation than being
caught by the spider men. Slowly Mindy got to her knees,
then to her feet. She looked around, not recognizing
anything. It was a dark rooftop. Over the edge shown the
streetlights, but below the edge were only dark and
darker forms. Mindy turned around and looked into the
skylight.
"Hoo-yah!" she whispered. Her stomach tightened, her
wings quivered and she could feel her antenna stiffen.
She was on top of her own high school. Below her was the
gym showers. They were in use
by the basketball team. Her present predicament, her pain
and everything else faded from Mindy's mind. There were
about twenty of them, all in the shower, all naked. Nary
a jock strap, underwear nor even a towel was to be seen.
Mindy walked the hallways with these boys all the time,
talked to some of them. Now...
"Wow!" Never had she seen so many penis (penis's? peni? A
part of her wondered what the right way to say it was) in
one place. "They do flop around when guys walk." Mindy
said. "That's ten bucks you owe me El."
Slowly Mindy climbed through the skylight and slid down a
pipe to stand on the top of a fluorescent light fixture.
She stared down at them, marveling at the sheer quantity
of flesh. It wasn't as if she hadn't seen a naked guy
before, she had cable after all. But these were guys she
knew, classmates, occasional teammates. To see them like
this, now, was a complete shock. Mindy normally stood at
five feet eleven inches, in high school she usually
didn't have to look up at a boy. But now...
"Inches to feet!" she whispered.
Her mind dead to everything but what her eyes saw Mindy
watched the boys' shower. When the last one left she
walked to the edge of the fixture. From there Mindy was
able to see them dry off and get dressed. Somehow seeing
the guys dress was more exiting to her than seeing them
naked. Mindy had to fight the feelings in her body, at
one point she almost cried out. Controlling herself the
transformed young girl hoped her passion was the result
of Helga's potion.
"Mindy McConnel is mine tomorrow." someone declared.
Curious Mindy edged over a bit more to see who was
talking.
"Not gonna happen." someone argued.
Just around the corner were Oliver Douglas and Arnold
Zyphyl.
"I'm telling you Mindy is mine tomorrow night."
He's dreaming, Mindy thought.
"You're dreaming." Arnold confirmed.
Oliver flexed his muscles as if posing for a playgirl
shot. He had a good body. Actually Mindy had to admit he
had a great body. He stood 6 feet tall, slim and well
chiseled. Dark brown hair, square jaw, hazel eyes and
good white teeth. And seeing him naked Mindy realized his
boast of penis size was not really exaggerated. Oliver
was physically perfect. Trouble was, as Elvira often
said, he had the mind of
Andrew Dice Clay.
"Hey, I got her brother, I got her."
They both laughed.
"Yea." Arnold said. Though not as good looking as Oliver,
he had a brooding, dangerous type of face. Black hair,
gray eyes, more of a round jaw and a body that was nearly
as chiseled as his friends. His penis was a bit smaller,
Mindy noticed, despite his claims. "I still can't get the
look on that snot's face when he pulled the trigger."
Trigger?
"Yea." Oliver said. "I watched the tape the other night."
he mocked shooting a gun with a scared face. "Blam,
blam."
"Cops are still trying to figure out who put wholes in
their car."
They both laughed while a cold fury built up in Mindy.
She'd had her problems with Robin, but she never thought
he was this bad. Her mother was going to hear about this.
"I still say the little punk is not going to give you his
sister."
"Hey, he got the bra didn't he? He tried to put that
camera in the ceiling."
"Yea, I don't know who he was more scared of that day,
you or his sister."
They both nearly broke down laughing and Mindy had to
grasp the light fixture with both hands to keep focused.
It wasn't only Arnold and Oliver, it was the fact that
all around them were boys. Boys she once thought of as
friends, or at least not enemies. All of them were
listening, but none of them were protesting. She doubted
this was the first time Oliver and Arnold had mouthed
off. Not one person had warned her.
"Her then, me now." Oliver said. "And this time I gave
him the clock camera. He puts it in for a weekend, I take
the pictures out, and she's mine. Or she's on the net."
"So that's it." Mindy whispered, suddenly understanding
her stepbrother a little better. She traced his obnoxious
behavior back and suddenly remembered one night he'd
snuck home a little drunk. It had been a few days after
she'd cut Oliver down to size in the school lunchroom.
They had been on one date, or rather she'd been on a
date, from the way he told it he'd been to the Playboy
mansion. Mindy had cut him to shreds and left everyone
laughing at him.
"Got to watch out for her pal." Arnold said. "Remember
Elvira."
"That dyke." Oliver said, dismissing Elvira with a wave
of his hand.
"Hey she's dangerous. You weren't here last year when she
took on Sam Drucker." Arnold let out a long breath. "I
never saw anyone do that with a hockey skate before."
"Hey." Oliver said, combing his hair. "Not only will I
get the big Mindy, I'll use her to get Elvira. Show her
what a real man is."
With a cold fury Mindy watched them finish dressing and
leave. The rage stayed with her as the other boys dressed
and left. She watched until they were all gone,
everything else forgotten. It was only after the last one
had gone and the door closed did Mindy's mind start
working again.
"Idiot!" she cursed. Luckily the steam from all the
showers had melted most of the webbing and Mindy was able
to clear her wings with her hands. Her wings felt fine so
at least she seemed to recover quickly. Once she was sure
they were strong enough took off and looked for another
way out of the room. There wasn't any, at least none she
could use. The doors were too big to open. The heating
vent was screened. All the windows except the skylight
were closed. She was trapped.
"What to do?" she asked the empty room, sitting down on a
bench and hugging herself. Somehow hearing her own voice
was reassuring. Rage competed with worry in her mind.
With an effort she put down the rage, there would be time
enough to deal with Oliver Douglas when she was tall
enough to tear his head off. Mindy closed her eyes and
took ten deep breaths. Then she opened them again.
"Well, I could try El's way of growing. But no, even if
it worked I'd still be trapped. Worse I'd be trapped,
naked in the boys showers." she shuddered. "I could try
to stick it out here until Monday. Then
I'd be small and naked and in the boys shower. Damn him,
if he was in that sort of trouble he could have come to
me. Now Oliver will tear him to shreds. Unless I get big
again, somehow."
Mindy stood up and looked at the skylight. She had to get
to Elvira's house, spider men or no. Steeling her self,
Mindy leapt up and flew to the skylight. Cautiously she
peered through the opening.
The spider men were there. On the far ledge two of them
tended to the rats, who looked slightly the worse for
wear. The fight had hurt them, Mindy saw one of the
spider men wrap webbing around a wound on the rats side.
The third spider man walked slowly across the roof. Head
bent to the gravel he used a match to light his way.
He was tracking her Mindy realized, and from the way he
picked up a piece of gravel and studied it, she guessed
he was good at it.
With a call the spider man beckoned his companions over
to him. They left the rats to crowd around the rock he
held. Suddenly each of them turned and looked at a
different part of the roof. Not at her, Mindy realized,
but at the south end of the building. Something scampered
over there, she could see a small form in the shadows.
With a yell the spider men were off. Once she was sure
they weren't going to look back Mindy took off. Her plan
was to fly high enough to get a direct line of sight to
Elvira's house, then glide her way there.
"Sorry mouse." she whispered, fighting down her guilt.
"Owe...Help..."
Mindy stopped in mid climb. That was no mouse. She looked
back, her antenna giving her a vague image of what was
happening in the shadows. The spider men had a small
human figure down and were wrapping him or her up.
"How many shrunken people are there in this town?" Mindy
asked before diving into the melee. That she was charging
into the very trio that had terrified her a few moments
ago was completely lost on the young girl. Elvira called
it; "Just being Mindy." Mindy was the type of person who
picked worms up off the sidewalk after it rained and put
them back on the grass. She had once charged a bulldozer,
goalie stick in hand, when the driver seemed uncaring of
the rabbit family he was displacing.
She wasn't afraid of them anymore. She was mad at them.
Fear turned to rage was a deadly equation in Mindy. In
the few seconds it took her to reach the spider men that
rage consumed her. Giving her best; "Callisto" roar she
attacked.
The spider men started to turn when they heard the
screech, but by then she was on them. Her elongated toes
curled into a tight fist, she hit the first one at the
point where his arachnid and human halves merged. He went
down convulsing but Mindy never saw it, she was onto the
second target. A full chop to the throat followed by a
stab at his eyes sent the spider man staggering back.
The third spider man grabbed her wings and twisted,
forcing Mindy to her knees. Enraged she kicked back and
felt him give way. Spinning around she kicked him where
the webbing came out, then slammed her palm into his
nose. There was a satisfying crack and he staggered back,
but only for a moment.
Ignoring the pain he charged her. At the same time
another foe grabbed her legs. Mindy fell over backward
and each of the spider men grabbed for a limb. The young
girl snarled and embraced the wolverine like rage within
her. Her fingers seemed to turn to claws as they tore at
her foes. A leg came near her face and she lurched
forward and bit into it.
Mindy was fighting blind in he half darkness but it
didn't matter. Somehow she knew the spider men didn't
have a chance. She might have been wrong of course. It
might have been the battle rage, but the battle was cut
off before she found out.
A horn sounded, freezing them all. The spider man who
hadn't joined the battle was standing on the edge of the
building. Again he sounded his horn. There was a more
desperate note to it now. At once the spider men
abandoned Mindy and scuttled across the roof to their
mounts. In less than 30 seconds they were dwindling in
the distance. Mindy lay on the ground taking in deep
gulps of air, her rage fading. In its place was a cold
sinking feeling.
"I've never been that mad before." Mindy whispered
feeling her whole body tremble. "Helga what did you do to
me?"
It had to have been the potion, Mindy couldn't believe
she could get that mad on her own. She hadn't even been
that mad at Oliver. Slowly she sat up, taking stock.
Though she couldn't see them Mindy could tell there were
deep welts over every part of her body that could be
hurt. Idly she wondered what had scared the spider men.
"Well they are kinda small." she said, standing up.
Standing up reminded Mindy that she was just as small.
Suddenly, fearfully, she searched the night sky. Nothing
could be seen.
"Help... please."
"Oh yea." Mindy trotted over to the fallen figure. "It's
ok." she said. "Those guys are gone. She was a girl,
Mindy could tell that from the voice.
"I can't feel my legs." the girl said, some panic in her
voice.
"Yea, it's that webbing stuff, it acts like novocaine."
Mindy helped her sit up. The girl was surprisingly light.
Or maybe I'm stronger now, Mindy reflected silently. "I
think it'll dissolve in water."
"Good, I got a pool downstairs, sort of."
"A pool? Can't be the high school pool, that's been
closed every since that big monster..."
"Mindy?" the girl asked, interrupting her.
"Yea, do I know you?"
"It's me Calliope."
"Umm..."
"Calliope McCoy, I sit behind you in Miss Brooks advanced
English class.
"Ahh..." Mindy desperately search her memory. She'd
gotten into the advanced English class to learn creative
writing. It was mixed class, full of kids two years
younger and a year older than she was. Into her mind
popped the picture of a petite Asian handing her a
pencil. "Oh yea, Calliope."
"That was great the way you handled those spider things.
How'd you get turned into a fairy?"
"I helped Elvira on a babysitting job."
"Whoa, that's dangerous."
"No kidding." Mindy said. "How'd you get shrunk?"
"My evil aunt cursed me." Calliope said matter-of-factly.
"We better get inside, that horn sounding means there's
an owl on the prowl."
"Right. How?"
"Over there," Calliope said, "at the base of the air
vent."
Mindy picked the small girl up in her arms and walked
over to the vent. Calliope rested her head against
Mindy's breast, sighing gratefully.
"Well we're here." Mindy said, stopping in front of the
vent. At her size it looked an atlas rocket.
"Bang on it twice." Calliope said.
Mindy did so and a small door opened up. Peering in Mindy
saw a set of Christmas tree lights and a rope ladder.
"How long have you been doing this?" Mindy asked,
surprise plain in her voice.
"About two years." Calliope snuggled in closer and Mindy
began to get a little uncomfortable. The girl seemed to
be deliberately rubbing against her chest. And for some
reason her chest was responding. "Can you handle the
ladder?"
"No need." Stepping in the vent Mindy flapped her wings
and they slowly descended. She was showing off and she
knew it, but she couldn't help it. "How far down?"
"Just follow the lights."
It only took a few minutes for the two tiny girls to
travel through the vents. Mindy stayed silent,
concentrating on her flying. Calliope seemed almost to
purr in her arms. The Christmas tree lights ended at
another small door. Mindy pushed it open and glided into
her science class.
If nothing else had brought the surrealism of her
situation home to Mindy this did. She had walked into
science class nearly every school day for three years. It
was a normal room, with long tables topped with black
stone. Stools substituted for chairs. The walls were dull
gray with streaks of rust and water damage. A cracked
blackboard ran the length of the room. Windows with wire
lined glass looked out on the schoolyard.
At the front of the room was the teachers table and
behind that a door into her office. In the back of the
room were small cubbyholes, some with doors, some
without. On every table were at least one Bunsen burner
and assorted bottles and flask. Mindy had never really
given the room a second glance, despite her fondness for
science.
But now the room dwarfed her. The tables were football
fields set on highway supports, the stools looked like
giant radio antennas. Worn wood floors that she had
walked over without a thought stretched out before her
like the Great Plains. Mindy swallowed.
"The table in the front." Calliope said.
Flying through the room was somehow more reassuring to
the transformed young girl. Possibly it was because she
flew at what would have been eye level. She landed on the
table to find a mini deck chair, small lcd tv and a Ritz
cracker the size of a birthday cake. Mindy carried
Calliope past all of these to the tables built in sink. A
dripping faucet let drop after drop into the sink. It was
half full and with each drop a pool chair in it bobbed up
and down. Without a word Mindy dropped Calliope into the
water and then sat down, her mind handling the next
shock.
Calliope was not human, at least not fully human. Though
Mindy only had a vague recollection of the person who sat
behind her in English class, she knew for a fact that
that person did not have a tail. Nor did she have large
mouse-like ears. But Calliope did. Mindy watched her
swim, transfixed by the... What was she?
Calliope had raven black hair that was cut into a sort of
Beatles like mop top with straight bangs above her eyes.
Her eyes were slanted, Mindy remembered she was Asian in
her human form, but wider than a normal persons. She had
a little bit of a snout, with a cute little pink nose.
All of this was on a round cheerful face.
Her body was wide, with small breast with pointy little
nipples (which Mindy could see when Calliope removed the
nicely embroidered vest she had been wearing) and short
legs. Her hands and feet were not quite human, being
longer and... well mouse-like. Calliope's tail was almost
as long as her legs, black and seemingly covered with
velvet. When she did the backstroke Mindy saw a neat
triangle of black hair between her legs.
"You ok?" Calliope asked, noticing that Mindy was staring
at her.
"What are you?" Mindy blurted out, not able to take her
eyes off the small swimming creature.
"I'm a were-mouse, Duh."
"Oh."
"Come on in, you look like you could use a bath too."
"Uh, no thanks, I don't think the wings were made for
swimming."
"Oh yea. Hey I got an idea." Calliope swam over to the
side and pulled her self up onto the table. Carefully
keeping her tail off the tabletop, she walked over to the
faucet and pushed a few buttons. The water started to
drain from the sink while the faucet turned on to a light
sprinkle. "We'll just give the water time to drain."
"How'd you become a were-mouse?"
"Oh, well about two years ago my dad, he's an inventor,
was working on his time machine and he needed some money.
So he calls his sister and she's like really into the
idea, but when it works she only wants to go back and
pick up the Mona Lisa, or some crown jewels or junk like
that. My dad says no and she and him and my mom have this
really huge fight. My aunt locks them both in the machine
and takes them back to dinosaur days, but then when she
gets back it breaks on her. So she figures I might cause
trouble so she curses me, and now every month instead of
getting my period I change into a were-mouse for a week
or two. My aunts like WAY evil. Waters drained."
Mindy's mouth hung open in shock. Both at the way
Calliope described the events, as if they happened to
everyone, and that she went through the entire story
without taking a breath.
"Come on." Calliope said, pulling her into the sink. With
the water gone Mindy could see there was a plastic strip
forming a ramp to the bottom of the sink. As she walked
Mindy realized it was a ruler. "We should get that web
stuff out of your hair before it gets really gross."
"Don't you miss your parents?"
"Sure, but my dad was the only one who knew about the
time machine." Calliope pulled Mindy under the water.
"And my mom always told me to go with the flow, things'll
get better. Besides I like being a mouse sometimes."
"You do?"
"Uh-huh. Man this stuff is gooey. Wait here."
Feeling the water on her wings was a totally new
experience for Mindy. She felt her wings stiffen then
spread out. It felt a little like being sprayed with a
garden hose on an extremely soft, though coarse, setting.
She could feel every drop. Surprisingly it didn't feel
that bad.
"Here we go." Calliope said, coming back down the ramp.
She held something cupped in her hands. "Kneel down will
ya?"
She knelt and Calliope opened her hands to let the
shampoo flow into her hair. Mindy closed her eyes as the
were-mouse began to massage the liquid into her hair.
"I usually keep this around for myself, you can't imagine
how hard it is to keep a tail clean."
"Mmmn." Mindy hummed. She was starting to feel strange.
Her stomach tightened, her mouth went dry. She could feel
her antenna begin to stiffen. Of their own accord her
arms came up and rested on Calliope's thighs. A wave of
lust was rising in her, but Mindy felt no need to control
it. Her mind had fogged over, as if she was half-asleep
and having an erotic dream.
"Let's rinse." Calliope said, pulling Mindy fully under
the water stream. Mindy stumbled forward, feeling the
full power of the water hit her wings. She felt the
webbing and shampoo flow off of her head and body. When
the transformed girl looked back up at Calliope there was
a strange look in her eyes.
"These are nice." Calliope said, fingering Mindy's
antenna. An erotic thrill went through Mindy's body.
"Yea." she agreed quietly.
Calliope ran her fingers to the base of the antenna, then
reached over and kissed them. Mindy gave a soft moan as
the were-mouse took one of the antennas into her mouth.
Her wings quivered. Calliope's tail reached around and
began to rub against Mindy's vagina.
Not willing to let her do all the work Mindy took
Calliope's breast into her mouth, running her tongue over
the nipple. Interlocked the two of them stumbled up the
ramp to land on the towel. By that time Calliope was
taking one of Mindy's antenna into her mouth as if she
was giving a blow job. (and a part of Mindy wondered if
this was what that felt like) While her other hand was
stroking the other antenna up and down and playing with
the tip.
Mindy had one of Calliope's breast almost all the way
into her mouth and was playing with the nipple. Her hand
kneaded mouse's other breast while her other hand gently
probed Calliope's pussy. Meanwhile Calliope's tail had
found it's way into Mindy's own
pussy and was playfully searching for a sensitive spot.
When the tail found the spot Mindy's mind exploded. It
wasn't an orgasm as she had known them, the feeling went
far beyond that. It was as if the entire cosmos was laid
out at her feet. Mindy spent days exploring the beauty of
creation, then returned to her body. Easing Calliope down
Mindy pulled her antenna from the were-mouses mouth and
slowly dragged them down Calliope's body.
Calliope lay on the towel, her tail whipping back and
forth. Her hands reached up to caress her own breast.
Mindy eased the were-mouses legs open and slowly bent
toward the black bush of hair. She didn't lick, as
Calliope expected, rather she pried the pussy lips apart
and eased one of her antenna into the opening.
Now it was Calliope's turn to experience unity with the
universe. Her body was paralyzed with pleasure, only her
tail quivering. First Mindy used one antenna, then the
other. Pulling them in and out to the rhythms that only
she and Calliope could sense. Mindy felt the were-mouses
juices flow, and her antenna translated that feeling into
near taste levels. Even stiff the antennas were
incredibly maneuverable.
Mindy searched Calliope's womb even as she pulled the
antenna in and out. After a blissful time Mindy pulled
her wet antenna out of Calliope's vagina and worked her
way back up the were-mouses body. Calliope needed no
urging once the antenna were within reach of her mouth.
First she sucked one, then the other. Her tail once again
penetrated Mindy's pussy, even as Mindy's elongated
fingers reached into hers. Mindy's wings started to flap,
raising a whirlwind all
around them. The towel rose around them and fell back,
matching their rhythm. When at last both women crested
Mindy's wings pulled them a foot above the table. They
hovered there for a time, dangling
on the ledge of infinity. Then slowly Mindy lowered them
as their euphoric souls returned to their bodies.
Well, now that Mindy has had a break, what will she do
now? She still has to get to Elvira's house, get a new
outfit, get back to Carrion Mansion, grow, talk to her
little brother and tear Oliver's arms off and beat him to
death with them. Plus it would be a good idea to avoid
Calliope's; "WAY evil"; aunt.
***********
Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode sixteen: Subway Revelations
By Skytower
Mindy had caught her brother trying to hide a hidden
camera in her room. After throwing him against a wall she
had sought the advice of Elvira Peterson. Unfortunately
Elvira was babysitting at Carrion
Mansion. Caught by Uncle Frank the Invisible Tickler,
Mindy was freed only to be changed into a fairy by Helga
Carrion. Captured by spider men Mindy was nearly
sacrificed, but escaped. Pursued by them to her high
school Mindy battled the spider men to save Calliope
McCoy, a young were-mouse. After the fight Calliope took
Mindy to the science room. There Calliope helped Mindy
was away the dirt and webbing from the fight. During the
bathing the two also made love.
(c)1999 by Skytower
Mindy McConnell awoke slowly, with an internal argument
raging with in her.
I am not gay, she told herself.
You've just made love to a girl, herself answered.
She's a were-mouse, not a human, at least not now.
So you've made love outside your species, herself
replied, do you really want to go there?
I've made love to a woman, Mindy agreed. But I'm a fairy
now, so it's ok.
Right.
The sarcastic tone of her self angered Mindy.
Look it had to have been because I'm a fairy, I've never
had these feelings before.
Never?
Well, okay, but I was trapped naked on an alien spaceship
with Pam Anderson, and she was naked too, and Elvira
agreed with me, there's no way I could have avoided those
feelings in that sort of situation.
You enjoyed it, herself said, playing the trump card in
their argument.
That was true, Mindy had to admit that. The levels of
amour she reached with Calliope were miles beyond
anything she had ever felt. Mindy had known passion in
her life. She'd had boyfriends, had sex with two of them
(or one of them, the other one was an alien in disguise
and, as stated, Mindy wasn't going to go there), but the
sheer animal lust she'd felt with the were-mouse...
If you could have plugged us in you would have lit up the
country, Mindy thought. So maybe I do have those feelings
for some women now that I'm a fairy.
Good, herself said approvingly. Now wake up.
"What?" Mindy mumbled, that last part hadn't sounded like
her. She also wasn't mumbling because she was sleepy,
someone had a hand over her mouth. Mindy came awake and
started to sit up, only to be held by Calliope. The were-
mouse put her tail in front of her mouth, signaling
quiet. Then she used it to point to the window. Mindy
looked over to see shapes crawling along the glass.
"Those spider guys must really want you." Calliope
whispered, motioning Mindy over to the edge of the table.
Calliope was wearing a pair of blue shorts with matching
halter. Calliope was almost human, but her mouse like
ears, small snout with cute little nose and her tail
proved she was a were-mouse. Her Asian style eyes looked
at Mindy with respect. "I've never seen them chance an
owl before."
"They think sacrificing me can bring back their god."
Mindy whispered, following her. Mindy was taller than
Calliope, her body a full feature of societies standards
of beauty. Wide hips, large breast with large nipples,
long blonde hair and blue eyes.
"Wow! Would it work?"
"No!" Mindy started to shout then held her voice down.
"No, their god isn't even a god, it's some crazy aunt."
"Oh." Calliope sounded disappointed. "Well as long as
their out there we'll have to use the subway."
"Why do we have to go, can they get in here?" Mindy had
always felt safe in school, risking another trip outside
frightened her.
"You want to take a chance that they can't?"
"No." Mindy said after a pause. Then Calliope's words
came back to her.
"What subway?"
"Come on, I'll show you."
Nimbly Calliope climbed down the table leg. Mindy
followed, uncertain but unwilling to let her only ally in
this shrunken world out of her sight. As naturally as
walking she flew down to the floor. Calliope led them
across the room to a loose section of the baseboard.
Pushing at one spot revealed a doorway. Only darkness lay
beyond until the were-mouse reached in and pushed a
button. A line of
Christmas tree lights led the way. They revealed a dusty
corridor, lined with old dry wooded beams, plaster that
seemed to ooze through worn strapping boards and large
spike like nails. Eerily lit up with the bright holiday
colors of green, red and blue.
Mindy took an involuntary step backward. The corridor
reminded her of some distorted carnival funhouse.
"Come on." Calliope said, taking her hand. "The mice
won't bother us."
While the mention of mice disturbed Mindy it was the
slight tapping on the window that decided her. Wings
quivering with fright she allowed the were-mouse to lead
her into the wall.
"You built this?" Mindy asked as they walked.
"Nah, some little striped guys used to live here, until
they fixed their space ship."
"Space ship?"
"Yea." They had stopped at another door. Calliope pulled
it open revealing an old fashioned mine shaft elevator.
"You remember last year when we had that big earthquake?"
"Do I." Mindy exclaimed, following her into the elevator.
She had been in the girl's shower at the time along with
the rest of the hockey team. The mass exodus, sans
clothing, that resulted from that day was legendary in
school history. "That was them?"
"Yea, they used some sort of warp/displacement drive, it
looked really pretty." Calliope closed the door and
pushed the bottom button on a panel. Smoothly the
elevator descended. "It really shook things
up though."
"Great, more aliens." Mindy muttered, wondering how many
more extra terrestrials had visited her town.
"What?"
"Nothing." Mindy said quickly. That she had made love to
an alien was one of Mindy's deepest secrets. "So your
saying little blue aliens built an subway under the
ground? And their spaceship was under our high school?"
"Yep. Well actually they were here first. A couple of
hundred years ago their ship crashed into an old pagan
temple. There was so much damage the ships computer put
the crew into stasis while it's auto repair got to work.
But when they built the high school the vibrations broke
the stasis unit. The Stripes, that's what I called them,
had to stay awake and fix the ship."
"They built our high school over the remains of a UFO and
a pagan temple." Mindy said, leaning against the smooth
metal of the car.
"Explains a lot, doesn't." Calliope said.
"Mmmm." Mindy nodded.
"They were pretty hard up for parts for the first thirty
years, but then last summer that giant turtle showed up."
"The fire breathing one that fought the giant robot?"
"Yea. After he and that big robot fought I went out with
Strippy (she pronounced the name affectionately with a
long "I" sound and Mindy wondered just how close Calliope
had gotten with the aliens) and grabbed a lot of the
wreckage. After that fixing the ship was easy."
They could have picked a better time to lift off Mindy
thought, remembering shivering for nearly an hour huddled
behind some bushes with the rest of the team. Elvira,
finally fed up with waiting for some sort of help, had
grabbed her hockey stick and told the team to wait. The
door to the school was rubble at that point, and if there
were any emergency crews around they were busy.
Growling Elvira walked out of the bushes, two blocks to
Ruth's Frock Shop and grabbed some cloths. Mindy still
remembered her friend walking back carrying the cloths
and noticing some blood on her hockey stick. No one ever
asked about it and Elvira never volunteered any
information. But the hockey team that night had been the
best-dressed victims of an Earthquake the town had ever
seen.
"They wanted to take me with them but I don't stay this
size for more than one week per month."
"Couldn't they have helped you against your evil aunt?"
"Nah, they seemed to think she was bringing me up right.
A cultural thing I guess."
The elevator car stopped and Calliope opened the door.
Lights came on, letting Mindy see where they were. It was
large, almost cavernous chamber. Mindy guessed it was
nearly 20 feet long by 25 feet wide. At her current
height Mindy felt as if she was looking at the place
through the wrong end of a telescope. A quarter of the
way up was oddly placed beams, ropes and wires. They
formed an outline of a roughly spherical shape.
"They had the ship up there." Calliope said. She walked
over to a raised platform and Mindy followed her, staying
close. The floor of the deserted dry-dock was a tangle of
discarded equipment, packages and toys.
"Why all the toys?"
"They were the right size to do the work, after a little
modification."
She stopped in front of the wall and touched a button.
Instantly a screen light up, showing a map of the town.
The streets were black, the houses outlined and color
coded red, green and black. Overlaying the map was a
series of bright yellow lines.
"Yellow's the color we can take."
"Lotta tunnels." Mindy said, realizing the yellow lines
covered nearly the entire town. "What about the houses,
why the different colors?"
"Safety. Red's okay, green's proceed with caution and
black is no-way-in-hell. I figure we can hold up in the
Zoo for a few days, I have some friends in the reptile
house. The spider guys don't mess with them."
"A few days? Calliope I don't have a few days. My parents
will be missing me soon, and I've got a little brother in
a lot of trouble."
"Huh. Well, okay where do you want to go?"
"Do these tunnels go anywhere near Carion Mansion?"
"Uh-uh, no way." Calliope pointed to the far end of the
map. Not only was the mansion black but there was a black
circle with a line next to it and an exclamation point.
She sighed again. "Not even Strippy was brave enough to
go there."
"You miss him." Mindy asked.
"Yea." Calliope said, leaning into her. "He was a dream."
She blushed slightly. "And hot!"
"He was humanoid then?"
"Sometimes." Calliope said, shaking herself out of her
reverie. "Well if we can't go to Carrion Mansion how
about your place?"
"Not when I'm this small and naked."
"I thought your brother needed help?"
"My brother's being blackmailed by Oliver Douglass, if my
brother doesn't get him a naked picture of me he goes to
jail."
"That's mean." Calliope said.
"Can we get to Elvira's house?"
"Where's that?"
"1304 Mockingbird lane."
"Closest place we can get to is 1313." Calliope said.
"It's marked in green so it should be ok."
"Ok, let's head there."
"Great, let me call up the car."
"Car?"
Calliope pushed a button and a silver Malibu Stacy 1959
Thunderbird zoomed out of the shadows and stopped by the
platform. With a yell Calliope somersaulted into the
drivers seat.
There had never been seat belts put into the Malibu Stacy
Thunderbird. Mindy quickly came to realize that this was
a serious design flaw. Calliope drove through the tunnels
like she was running from the cops, and they were
shooting at her. It took all of Mindy's self control to
keep from leaping out and flying away. It didn't help
that the tunnels were full of potholes and the car had
little or no shocks. She sat in the front, her wings
folded around her stomach, and held on to the dashboard
and the side door with all her might.
"Can you slow down please!" she cried after the car
seemed to drive on the top of the tunnel.
"Sure." Calliope said, slowing the car. "But I thought
you were in a hurry."
"I want to live to get there." Mindy said, settling down.
"Is this how you spend your time as a mouse?"
"Were-mouse." Calliope corrected her, sounding a bit
offended. "Not all the time no, for the first six months
my aunt kept me in training. Running mazes, stealing
stuff from museums, learning to sew, that sort of thing."
"Learning to sew?"
"Yea, well that last one was my idea. I mean I don't
wanna run around naked all the time."
Mindy sighed, for a little while she had managed to
forget her own nudity.
"Anyway it turned out sewing was a really good thing to
learn. She sells that curse she used on me over the net
and almost everybody wants to buy some small cloths with
it." Calliope turned a corner on two wheels. "Doll cloths
are nice for a while, but the seams on the cheap ones are
too big to be really comfortable. Besides it's hard to
find dolls with silk and leather cloths."
"So people buy the curse one time, but keep buying the
cloths?"
"Yea, I mean you can only curse someone once, but cloths
are forever." she took another corner, again on two
wheels. At least she used the turn signals, Mindy noted.
"I do furniture too, and chains and stuff."
"You do all that for her?"
"Well she's way bigger than me, and I like making stuff.
Even weird stuff. Last week we had an order for a
princess bed with chains and a water mattress that could
be made cold or hot."
"Who would ...Why would someone want that?"
"I try not to think about it." Calliope said. "Anyway my
aunt let's me out on full moon nights, she knows I'm too
horny to do any real work." She looked over at Mindy and
smiled. "You too huh?"
"Watch the road." Mindy said sternly. "Look, about last
night, about what happened, I'm not normally like that."
"Neither am I." Calliope said. "Not when I'm human
anyway."
"Oh." Mindy said, a feeling of relief coming over her.
She had enough boys with crushes on her as it was.
"To tell you the truth when I'm human you turn me off."
"Oh." Mindy's feeling of relief faded.
"No offense, but...I mean I'd need a ladder or something
just to...Whoa!" Calliope slammed on the breaks and
twisted the wheel around wildly. The car nearly flipped
over and Mindy clung desperately to the dashboard to
avoid being thrown out.
"Darn." Calliope swore. "Roadblock."
Mindy shook her head and wondered how Elvira was doing.
She had to be having more luck. The tunnel had almost
completely caved in. Using the search light mounted on
the driver's side Calliope slowly tracked across the
rubble.
"I guess it's the zoo after all."
"What?" Mindy asked.
Calliope said something in reply but Mindy didn't hear
it. She felt strange. Her antenna stiffened, then began
to move. A wave from the depths of her soul flooded
Mindy's mind, drowning conscious thought. Without a word
she got out of the car and walked over to the rubble.
Totally unaware of what she was doing the transformed
girl reached down and picked up two green rocks. Each
rock began to glow. They pulsed with energy and Mindy
slowly brought them up to her antenna. As soon as the
antenna touched the rocks Mindy's world imploded.
Her next breath felt like the first inhalation her lungs
had ever tried. Every inch of skin on her body suddenly
sent her brain a message at the same time. Pressure,
temperature, energy and some things that Mindy had no
words for. She became aware suddenly of two beings within
her mind. They were learning from her. Language came
first, followed by culture and manors. The reading of her
memory was not intrusive, rather it was a soft-as-silk
seduction of her spirit.
As the entities learned from her they left knowledge in
their wake. It was knowledge the young girl found
frustratingly hard to understand. Mindy had always read
fantasy, science fiction. She had always yearned for the
lore of the Wise Ones that was now pouring into her
brain. But the concepts, the facts hidden in the center
of a maelstrom of chaotic emotions, nearly proved too
much for her. With the greatest effort of her young life
Mindy reigned in the beings, slowing their march through
her soul. They seemed to understand, but by the time
Mindy had slowed the process it was done.
Mindy opened her eyes knowing who would be standing
before her. He was taller than Mindy by a half a head.
Deep black hair, cut short with a short neatly trimmed
beard. His eyes were sea blue and seemed to shine. He
smiled, showing perfect white teeth. The fairy, for he
had wings like Mindy's, spread his arms, taking a deep
breath into a broad powerful chest. He was not chiseled,
being more subtly muscled, but she could sense a great
strength in his limbs. The beard combined with the look
in his eyes and the rest of his body language to give the
impression of a lovable rogue.
She was different. As tall as he was, with a wide, square
jawed face. Her hair was straight flaxen and ran to her
shoulders. Her wide eyes were blue, but a pale blue. Her
head sat upon a long neck and a slim body. She smiled,
but there was a wry twist to her grin.
"A body!" he shouted, running his hands across his body.
"After uncounted ages a body!" His hands reached his
crotch and took hold of his penis. "And a fine body at
that!"
"Does this sort of thing happen every time you pick up
rocks?" Calliope asked, coming over to stand beside her.
"Not at all Calliope." the woman said. She ran her hands
over her body, and Mindy couldn't tell whether she was as
satisfied as the man was. She was slimmer than he was,
with small breast. "For what she touched was not a mere
rock, it was the depository for my companions and mine
own souls. What our Lord Oberon claimed could never come
to pass, has come to pass." She walked over to Mindy and
kissed her lightly on the lips. "I thank you Mindy. For
our freedom, and for the bodies we now have."
"I to need to thank you." the man said, rushing over to
Mindy he lifted her up and twirled her around, finishing
the twirl with a hard kiss on the mouth. "I truly need to
thank you." he said, setting her back down on the ground.
"Calm your ardor, my friend." the woman said, easing him
back. All of them could see the semi erection that
alternately drifted in direction toward all of them.
"Though we know what has occurred, poor Mindy's mortal
mind has yet to assimilate the knowledge."
"Yea." Mindy said, leaning back into Calliope. "What she
said. I think, what happened was that I let you two out
of the rocks, and you grabbed some info from my mind."
"A rather sketchy explanation of what happened." the
woman said. One of her wings curled around her body and
she inspected it. "Ages ago my friend and I were
condemned by our Lord Oberon. Most of our kind was
leaving this world, driven out by fire and blood. We
desired to stay, and openly opposed him."
"A big mistake, as you say in this age." the man said.
"Yes. For Oberon was ever a petty tyrant, vindictive
beyond cause. He stripped us of our bodies and sealed us
all within emeralds. The emeralds he then sold to a
troll, who sold them to another troll, who, to save his
life, gave them to a dragon. A witch, who used them as
guard stones to build her house, stole many of the gems
from the dragon. When she was killed by a demon she had
dallied with, the house slowly fell to rubble, only to be
rebuilt as a temple to some minor god. Ages later the
ship of the," here she whistled and coughed, "crashed and
the gems were driven deep into the ground. Only recently
did a cave in shake them loose."
"Wow!" Calliope whispered.
"Yes Calliope," the woman said. "Wow. Lord Oberon decreed
that only another fairy could free us. But since all the
other fairy's were going with him, or were entombed as we
were, there was little hope of freedom."
"The old man could never have guessed that someone would
make a fairy." the man said. "Nor such a comely one."
"No come ons right now." Mindy said, sinking against the
car. As the woman had explained things the images of what
had happened flashed into her minds eye. With the images
had come the feelings, frustration, anger, desperation,
despair and finally hope. But they were not Her feelings.
To feel someone else emotions went beyond weird. "When I
released them they reached into my mind and..." Mindy
faltered, her consciousness overflowing with the lore of
magic.
"We learned from Mindy all that she knew of her world, so
that we could survive and from her fantasies we formed
these bodies."
"You imagined him and her?" Calliope asked.
"The raw form, yes. We tempered her idylls with our own
desires and natures."
"Nice job." Calliope said, looking at the man.
"I look forward to the next moon, my dear." he said,
bending forward he took her hand and kissed it. Calliope
giggled.
"From the raw stuff of Mindy's memories and hopes and
ideals, we formed these bodies." The woman looked at
Mindy with a love that went beyond anything the young
girl had ever known. "But there is one task still left to
you, the most important task. We must have names."
Mindy knew what she was asking. To the ancient people
names were highly important. For though the fey could
have many names in their long lives, the first name was
always the most valued. Mindy thought of all the names
she knew, or at least she tried too. In the whirling
vortex that was her mind at the moment, few names could
be called upon. With the woman and man looking at her,
lovingly, expectantly, Mindy knew she had to say
something. Two names surfaced from the storm. They leapt
through her brain and into her mouth and from thence out
into the world before Mindy had time to think.
"Your Jack." she said, pointing to the man. "Your Jill."
she said, pointing to the woman.
Jack smiled his approval, while a slight wisp of a smile
crossed Jill's lips. Mindy suspected Jill of enjoying
some private joke.
The effort of naming the two fairies seemed to drain the
rest of her energy from Mindy. She barely felt herself
falling back and being caught by Calliope. After that...
she wandered through dreams and memories that were not
her own, but were now a part of her.
Mindy awoke with startling clarity. One moment she was
wandering through the dreams of legend, the next she was
staring up at Jill's breast. She was lying on the fairy's
lap, in the back seat of the car.
From the way Jill held her and the pale look on her face
Mindy guessed Calliope was driving once more. Mindy said
nothing for a moment, reflecting on what she had learned.
Her love of fantasy would never be the same again. She
knew too much now, too much of what it was really like.
Never again would she be able to buy the "Elf's of Light"
books for 7.95 $. The books were just all wrong. The
rules of magic, the behavior of the elves and dragons...
all wrong.
I'll wait till they hit the discount rack, she thought,
trying to console herself.
On the other hand she now realized just how right Tolkien
had been, and how good the movie: "Willow" was.
"Are you rested now?" Jill asked, looking down at her.
"Yea." Mindy said, sitting up. "Whoa! Who let him drive?"
"Calliope." Jill said. "Fear not, I think he is actually
the better driver."
With a yell from Jack and a squeal of delight from
Calliope the car sailed through the air for a moment
before settling down to the ground.
"Where are we headed?" Mindy asked, grabbing the car door
with one hand and Jill with the other.
"After some talk it was decided that your original
destination was the best one. We ride toward Elvira's
house. We will avoid the spider creatures, indeed though
your knowledge is hazy upon the subject they are old
foes. They existed eons ago and were thought to have left
the world even before our kind. I am curious as to how
they survived. But no matter Once we make contact with
Jeremy and Helga I will aid them on the potion to restore
you to your human form."
"Sounds good."
"I do hope to have some clothing before I meet the
denizens of Carrion Mansion." Jill said, looking down at
herself.
"I wouldn't mind some either." Mindy said. Of them all
only Calliope was wearing anything.
"I for one enjoy bathing in the air." Jack called back.
"He always did." Jill said.
"Why should I cover this body which was so obviously
designed to be admired?"
Calliope seemed to agree and she snuggled closer to him.
"Where are we?" Mindy asked. They were in the tunnels,
but these tunnels were well made, smooth and lit by small
yellow lights set evenly spaced in the walls.
"The closest other exit to Elvira's house is the corner
of LeMorte and LeScar street." Calliope said.
"According to the map in the main chamber the entrance is
in an alley between a place called; "The Androids
Dungeon" and a store called; "Bits of Bytes." Jill
smiled. "I am looking forward to both places Mindy. The
images I saw in your mind of the comic books, and this
thing you call; "The Internet", are truly examples of
great progress in mans evolution."
That was a point Mindy wanted to argue, but Calliope
interrupted them.
"Better slow up Jack," she said, "we're getting close to
the exit and driving on the streets a lot harder than
driving in here."
"What ever you say my dear." Jack said. He slowed the car
to a stop and they traded places. Jill and Mindy held
onto each other as Calliope burned rubber and the car
once more moved forward. A minute or so later Calliope
took another turn and the car raced up a ramp.
"Calliope!" Mindy called. They were heading toward a
solid wall.
"Don't worry, it opens automatically." Calliope said.
Mindy dug her nails into the seat in front of them, even
as Jill grabbed Mindy's arm in a death grip. Jack smiled
and leaned back in his seat. At the last moment the door
slipped to one side and the car emerged into an alley.
Calliope slowed, turning on the headlights.
By now Mindy was getting used to everything being bigger
than it was supposed to be. The ally however, pushed her
adaptation. The dumpsters were small buildings, the
garbage cans grain silos. The small trickle of water
heading toward the sewer was a stagnant stream of foul
smelling offal. The store on her left was the Androids
Dungeon. Mindy smiled wryly as recalled the hours spent
in the comic shop, dreaming of the life of a fantasy
character.
"Lucky me." she whispered.
The store on the left was one she didn't spend too much
time in, though she did buy games there. Suddenly Mindy
wondered if Myth2 was in yet.
"Uh-oh." Calliope said, slamming on the breaks. The car
slid to a stop, jolting Mindy out of her reverie. At the
head of the alley were five spider men, each facing the
street.
"How many of those things are there in town!" Mindy
hissed.
"Enough." Calliope said. "Don't worry, we can outrun
them."
"Run?" Jack said. "Why I can take a mere five of the
creatures with ease."
"Cool it Klingon." Mindy said.
"I agree Jack," Jill said, restraining him as he started
to rise, "we are still too new to this world, and these
bodies are not the ones we had of old."
"What were they armor plated?" Calliope asked. "Look
don't worry, this car can out run those guys easy."
"What about them?" Mindy asked, pointing toward the sky.
Just under the streetlights two of the flying rats
hovered. "I'm not going to lead them to Elvira's house.
If they want me they really have a hard on for her."
"Well..."
Calliope stopped talking, her words cut off as if by some
unseen knife. A glazed look dulled her face. Looking
straight ahead she floored the accelerator. Before any of
them had time to react the car was lurching forward. The
spider men heard and leapt out of the way, all but one
who was clipped and thrown clear. Mindy saw him on the
ground writhing in pain.
"What the hell are you doing?" Mindy shouted. Lunging
forward she reached past Calliope and grabbed for the
wheel. With a savage snarl the were-mouse bit her. Mindy
dropped back in shock, clutching the wound.
"She is spellbound!" Jack called.
"Let her be then!" Jill commanded. "Even if we were to
survive a crash those mansects would be on us."
They could fly away, Mindy thought, but left the notion
unspoken. In fact the thought filled her with shame. The
sting of her already closing wound paling beside it. I'm
not a coward, she thought, wondering why fear was filling
her heart. Then she heard it. A high pitched whistle. It
tore through her mind, and every thought but one
vanished. She had to go to the source of that sound.
Mindy started to rise, only to be pulled back by Jill.
Enraged that someone would stand between her and the
source the transformed girl turned on the fairy. Jill
grabbed both her arms and dragged Mindy's head down to
hers. As soon as their antenna touched Mindy's mind
returned to normal.
"What..."
"What ever spell draws her must be part of the her
curse." Jill explained, easing Mindy down to the seat.
"When she bit you that part of her curse must have
entered your spirit."
"Down!" Jack yelled.
They heeded his words and a shower of arrows passed over
their heads. Mindy looked back to see five spider men on
flying rats pursuing them. The rats were keeping up with
the car, though the strain was beginning to tell. Mindy
could see them breathing heavy. One them faltered and
started to head toward the ground. Calliope hit the horn
three quick times, then four times.
"Her aunt might be calling her." Jill said. "Where does
she live? We can hide and rescue her later."
"I don't know." Mindy said. "I don't know her that well."
She was still holding her arm though the wound had closed
and the pain was starting to fade. Looking around she saw
the town cemetery flash by. "But I think were headed
toward Tombstone Park."
Calliope sounded the horn again in the same pattern as
before, and this time was answered. Another high pitched
whistle, this time audible to Jill and Jack as well.
Before any of them could comment on the sound Calliope
took another corner on two wheels. Mindy made a desperate
grab for Jill as the fairy was thrown out of the car, but
missed. In the next second they drove into a sickly sweet
smelling mist. Mindy felt her stomach churn, her skin
turned red and she could almost feel it coming apart. Her
wings burned as if on fire. The pain quickly overwhelmed
her and she blacked out.
End. (For now)
Will anyone survive this danger? (Well, of course they
will, just wait till the next installment to see how)
****************
Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode seventeen: The Return of Aunt Petunia
By Skytower
Elvira Peterson has defeated Georgia Sylvester and
returned to the relative safety of Carrion Mansion. But
now an old horror from the past is about to emerge.
(c)1999 by Skytower
Deep within the cavernous vaults of Carrion Mansion
Elvira Peterson lay on a table, slowly waking to a world
of pain. She had beaten Georgia Sylvester, freed
Marvelous Mary and Wonder Lass, but it had meant running,
climbing and fighting, as well as shrinking and growing.
Every muscle in the young babysitters body ached. Elvira
was in great shape, but she had her limits. The young
woman barely remembered stumbling off of the teleport
platform and collapsing onto the table.
"She's awake." Jeremy said.
"About time." Helga replied.
Elvira opened her eyes, looking around. Though she often
called Jeremy's lab a dungeon it wasn't. It merely looked
like one. Large stone blocks, green with moss held up a
vaulted ceiling. Few details could be seen of the ceiling
since the room was light by harsh fluorescent work
lights. Tables were set evenly about the room. On them
were set electronic equipment, large books and chemical
brews bubbling away in beakers. Elvira lay naked on a
raised table at the far end of the room. The table was
human shaped and mounted on a universal ball joint.
Above it was a round ball with a variety of antennas and
sensors. Further on was a raised platform with a large
computer center set against the wall. On the central
screen of the computer was an image of Elvira on the
table. Elvira was a little over five feet tall, with just
past shoulder length brown hair. Solid legs traveled to
wide hips and a fuzzy stripe of brown hair between her
legs. Her stomach was flat and further up was a pair of
small breast with exaggerated brown nipples. Elvira's
face was composed of a pair thin arched eyebrows. The
eyebrows rode above a pair of brown eyes, set far apart.
The effect was a face that was very open. Often what
Elvira felt could be easily seen.
Jeremy and Helga Carrion sat at the computer. Twins, each
with red hair, his cut short, hers wore long, each with
green eyes and deceptively innocent faces. Elvira wasn't
sure what age they were, they said 84, but she was sure
it was older.
I know for damn sure they're not innocent, Elvira
thought. Elvira was proof of that. Jeremy was the reason
she shrunk and grew, and Helga had turned Mindy into a
fairy, just to test a potion.
"Good morning." Jeremy said, glancing at her.
"Is it morning?"
"About 3:30." Helga said.
"Technically that's morning." Jeremy said. "Now that
you're awake care to tell us what happened last night?
I've been studying the nanites and the changes in them
are incredible."
"No problem, but you got a robe or a blanket or
something?"
"I'll get one." Helga said, walking over to a storage
locker.
"You and clothing." Jeremy said, rolling his eyes. "Helga
and I both have photographic memories, we can call up a
mental image of you at any time."
"Call it a cultural thing." Elvira said. "I was brought
up by people who wear cloths, my friends all wear
cloths." Helga handed her a terry cloth robe. "I'm going
to wear cloths."
"Not for a few minutes yet." Jeremy said. "I still have
to run a few scans."
Elvira sighed in defeat and handed the robe back to
Helga.
"You guys had any luck with Mindy yet?"
"Not really, no." Helga said, putting the robe on a chair
next to the table.
"What have you been doing?" Jeremy asked. "The nanites
are almost completely changed, only their basic structure
is intact."
"I was afraid of something like that." Elvira said.
"Give me a run down of your activities from the
beginning." Jeremy said, picking up a notebook and
pencil. "Helga could you run a check on vital signs so
she won't lie or omit facts?"
"Right." Helga took a seat next to him.
Ignoring the insult Elvira took a deep breath and told
them about her run in with Georgia Sylvester, wicked girl
scientist. Infuriated that Elvira had interfered with her
plans for Marvelous Mary, Georgia had dipped the
babysitter in honey and dropped her into a maze with a
shrunken bear. Elvira had escaped only to be captured by
Sir Softy, a giant animated towel charged with keeping
the Sylvester Sky Palace clean. Elvira had used him to
masturbate to her normal size.
"Before you grew, was the honey still covering your
body?" Jeremy asked.
"Yea."
"And afterward?"
"No." Elvira said after thinking about it. "Come to think
of it no, it didn't. I didn't think about it at the
time."
"Very well. Go on."
Elvira took another deep breath and told them about her
battle with Georgia, her defeat of Georgia, and the
wicked girls shooting Elvira with a Geta radiation based
shrinking ray.
"Geta radiation?" Helga asked, giggling.
"She's still using Geta radiation?" Jeremy asked,
giggling as well. "I'll wager the gun was a; "Buck
Rogers" style ray gun."
"It sorta looked like one, yea."
The twins broke out laughing.
"Geta radiation." Helga said. "That's like using vacuum
tubes."
"No wonder her family never conquers the world." Jeremy
agreed.
"Hey it worked!" Elvira shouted. "A little slower than
yours, but it worked. In fact I shrunk smaller."
"Really?" Jeremy said, sobering up.
"Yea, about half the size I normally end up at."
"Hummm."
"Was that a good hum or a bad hum."
"That was not a good hum." Jeremy said. Turning to the
computer he tapped out a quick instruction. "Go on."
Red-faced Elvira told them of her capture by a lust
crazed Wonder Lass and about making love to her in a blue
berry pie.
"Then I was normal sized again." Elvira finished.
"Were there any other pies on the table?" Jeremy asked.
"What? Yea, I think. There was chocolate, some green
stuff I wasn't sure of and cherry."
"And you couldn't have picked the cherry." Helga said
sadly.
"It wasn't really my choice." Elvira said, a little
puzzled.
"Cherry would have solved the problem." Jeremy said, a
concerned look on his face.
"What problem?"
"Usually does." his sister agreed.
"What problem?" Elvira asked again.
Jeremy touched a control and suddenly Elvira's arms and
legs were held in place by metal bands.
"I'm not going to like this am I?" Elvira asked, looking
at the bonds.
"The neural portion of the nanites had mutated." Jeremy
said. "The honey started the process, it was absorbed
into them when you grew. At that point I could have still
fixed them. But then you got hit with Geta rays. That
fused the some of the control elements in the mechanical
part of the nanite. I might have still been able to do
something, but then the blueberries..."
"Blueberry's aren't good for neural networks." Helga said
as Jeremy trailed off. "If only you had grown in the
cherry pie..."
"I didn't know." Elvira said, starting to get worried.
"You didn't know that cherry pie absorbed through the
skin can repair the neural net of a nanite?" Jeremy
asked, as though Elvira didn't know the sun came up in
the east.
"But it's such a basic piece of knowledge."
"Public schools." Jeremy said sadly. Helga put her hand
on his shoulder in support.
"Bottom line this for me will ya?" Elvira asked. She
could feel herself breaking out in a cold sweat.
"Well after I learned that the nanites were still working
I emailed my whole class about it. Everyone wanted to
talk to me, my professor even asked for a sample nanite."
He shrugged. "But now there's no proof, no extra credit."
"He so wanted to take you to show and tell." Helga said.
For a few minutes Elvira breathed deeply and slowly,
waiting for the hurricane of rage within to settle down.
For one of the few times in her life she was actually
grateful to be tied down. When her rage was under control
she asked the inevitable question.
"Jeremy, not that I don't feel bad about show and tell
and all, but what does this mean for me? Am I still going
to shrink and grow?"
"Oh indeed." Jeremy said. "In fact both the range of size
change and the stimulus required to trigger that change
has been increased." Shaking off his depression the boy
turned back to the computer. "Before it took tickling you
into a sexual frenzy to trigger a reduction, now that
trigger level has been decreased. Though I have no real
way to test it, I can guess that laughing for more than
2.45559 minutes will shrink you.
Also any sort of sexual activity will trigger a growth
spurt. If you feel arousal for more than 5 minutes
5.56566 seconds you will grow. In both cases the trigger
still has to be physical, you can't just imagine the
feelings. Finally their is a certain type of food that
will cause you to shrink, but the time you remain small
will be proportional to the amount you consume. The
computer is working on identifying the food trigger now."
Once again Elvira was grateful she was bound. For a few
moments she wanted nothing more than to get her hands
around Georgia's throat. Or Jeremy's, Helga's or just
about anybody's.
"So I now have to avoid laughing and sex." she said.
"And chocolate." Jeremy said, reading off the computer
screen.
"Chocolate!?"
The computer started to beep.
"Gosh!" Helga said, pointing to the screen. "I've never
seen anybody's blood pressure go up like that."
"Good thing I have her restrained." Jeremy said.
The sound of metal straining made them both look over at
Elvira. The band holding her wrist was slowly starting to
bend.
"I can't laugh, I can't have sex and I can't have
chocolate." Elvira said, her voice a deadly calm. "Some
body better give me a reason to live. FAST!"
"Excuse me sir, madam, Miss Elvira?" A cultured English
voice made them all look at the doorway. Standing there
was a teddy bear wearing a tweed suit.
The sight of a teddy bear standing in the doorway to the
stairs broke Elvira's rage. She knew him as Theodore Y.
Bear, the spirit of an 18 century Englishman channeled in
Helga's teddy bear. He now served as the butler the
Carrion family. "You have been working non-stop for many
hours now, would you like something to eat? An early
breakfast would be appropriate given the hour."
Calm down, Elvira told herself. They may be demented, but
they are brilliant, they'll find a cure.
Now would be a good time." Jeremy agreed. "The usual
Helga?" She nodded. "Elvira?"
"You going to let me off this?"
"That depends, are you still conceiving of various ways
to hurt us?"
"Yea, but relax, I won't do any of them."
Seemingly satisfied Jeremy touched a control on the
computer and Elvira's restraints retracted into the
table.
"What would you like madam?" Mr. Bear asked.
"6 pancakes, 3 eggs straight, 16 bacon strips, a cup of
oatmeal, 4 slices of toast sprinkled with cinnamon, not
butter and a glass of choco... Milk. Plain milk."
"Very well."
"Do you always eat all that for breakfast?" Helga asked.
"No, sometimes I skip the oatmeal. Better see if Mindy's
up." Elvira looked around. "Where is she anyway?"
"There's a story we should tell you." Jeremy said,
activating her restraints once more.
"I can't believe you turned my best friend into a fairy
and let her get kidnapped by spider people." Elvira said.
"And now you don't know where she is."
"It is not polite to talk with your mouth open young
lady." Mr. Bear corrected her.
"Sorry." Elvira mumbled through the bacon.
"At the time we were pre-occupied with your problem."
Jeremy said.
"It's very rare for the spider people to be so
aggressive." Helga added.
"Where did these spider people come from anyway?"
"We're not sure." Jeremy said. "Though my mother has
narrowed it down to either an escape from the secret
military base or Aunt Petunia mating with a male spider."
Elvira groaned at the mental image of the half human half
spider mating with the real thing.
"We don't know that much about them." Jeremy said. "Their
development is low, tribal society, elder ruled with
ancestor worship. They also worshiped Aunt Petunia as a
goddess. We think your arrival may have set them off."
"Me?"
"Well you did defeat her, and in doing so strained the
fabric of their society. God's are not supposed to be
beaten you know."
"Oh."
"Your battles with her have become one of their great
epic poems." Helga said. "They call you: "Arch Demon, the
Goddess Hunter".
"Arch Demon." Elvira said. She thought for a moment,
finishing off the toast. "I like that."
"Little spiders are told that you will come in the night,
destroy their webs and drink their blood." Jeremy said.
"I'm not that bad."
"To them you are. In fact one of their legends has it
that if a warrior defeats you and feast on your still
beating heart he will become a god."
"These spider people need a television." Elvira said,
reaching for the syrup. "But you're sure they don't have
Mindy right?"
Jeremy touched a control on his watch and a holographic
cube appeared in the center of the table.
"Our security camera caught this picture last night." The
scene showed Mindy flying out of the chimney, partially
tangled with webbing. The camera followed her as she flew
out of sight. "The spider people went after her, but
apparently failed." The scene changed to show three
spider men flying back toward the chimney on flying rats.
"I'm not going to ask where they got the rats." Elvira
said. "If she got away and she's mobile she'll head for
my house."
"What about her own house?"
"Not when she's small and naked, her little brother's a
creep. No, she'll head to my place. Probably hoping to
get my little sister to call me."
"Excuse me sir." Mr. Bear said, appearing in the doorway.
He moved to the table and quickly cleared a spot in the
center.
"Hey, I'm not done yet." Elvira protested.
"Hey is for horses young lady. I am not removing the
food, merely clearing a space. My dear Lucretia has
informed me that Miss Carrion will be here shortly."
"Your mother?"
There was a sparkle of light in the center of the table
and a slim figure formed. She stood at twelve inches
tall. Red hair cut short framed a delicate face with
deep-set green eyes. The woman wore a simple tunic that
barely made it past her thighs and revealed long thin
legs. With a yelp Elvira leapt off of her chair and dove
behind it.
"Now Elvira," Aunt Petunia said sweetly, "is that anyway
to greet an old friend?"
"Friend?" Using the chair to support herself Elvira
walked around and sat down again, closing her robe
tightly as she did so. "The last time you were here you
tried to eat me."
"Tried?" Aunt Petunia's cultured English lilt betrayed an
ironic amusement. "My dear as I recalled I did eat you,
and you enjoyed it."
"Aunt Petunia is the only one qualified to handle the
spider people problem." Jeremy said while Elvira blushed.
"Besides I'm not as you knew me." Petunia walked over and
sat on the edge of Elvira's plate. Coyly she looked up at
the young woman. "Not entirely." Elvira quickly drew her
arms to her side. "My sanity has been restored, my rage
controlled."
"Your still small." Elvira said, cautiously reaching for
another piece of bacon.
"That is my choice." Petunia said, breaking off a small
piece of the toast she started to eat. Elvira pulled her
hand back. "You see Elvira I was completely cured some
months ago, but encountered some difficulties."
"She tried to rob a bank." Jeremy said.
"But blew it up by mistake." Helga finished.
"They put a service charge on my savings account." Aunt
Petunia said. "I think I was justified in lodging a
complaint. It was an ugly building at any rate. However
the statute of limitations won't run out for a few years,
so I've decided to spend them here. As a spider goddess I
did have a very nice life."
Elvira nodded, not trusting herself to speak.
"I was honored, well fed and my subjects always provided
me with Vogue every month. All I really missed was
another woman." She smiled. "At least until you showed
up."
God I wish this was chocolate, Elvira thought drinking
her milk.
"But I find I miss the constant adulation."
"You're not a spider lady anymore." Elvira said. "I don't
think they'll welcome you with open webs."
"Easily solved." Petunia said, pulling off her tunic. She
closed her eyes, took a deep breath and changed. Elvira
watched in amazement as the small woman grew. Her chest
grew longer and gained another set of breast and arms.
Her hips widened and just above them another set of arms
grew. Her toes grew in length, as did her fingers. The
process took only a few moments.
"Excuse me sir." Mr. Bear said, appearing in the doorway.
"My dear Lucretia has observed something disturbing on
the security monitors."
"Good." Elvira said, not able to take her eyes off the
spider goddess. "I haven't had a heart stopping shock in
at least two micro-seconds and I'm over due."
"Instruct her to direct the image to this location."
Jeremy said.
"Very good sir." Mr. Bear left.
"Do I bring back memories dear?"
"Memories no, nightmares yes."
Aunt Petunia laughed and walked over to look up at her.
Elvira instinctively pressed back into her chair. There
was a small beep and the holographic cube sprang to live
once more. In the cube three spidermen on flying rats
came toward the house. In a thick net strung between them
a small figure with wings could be seen.
"They got her after all." Elvira said, letting out a
small growl. "Jeremy get me some chocolate and shrink me
down a hockey stick, I got some spider heads to crack."
"There are forty warriors in the colony." Aunt Petunia
said.
"So?" Elvira demanded, not taking her eyes off the cube.
"And women and children." Petunia said, for once her
voice serious. "They could be hurt if you go charging
in."
"I should have left well enough alone." Elvira said,
tearing off a piece toast. "The shrinking and growing
wasn't that bad, I was handling it. The kids loved it, I
was making good money as the: "Shrinking
Sitter." She took a deep breath and let it out. "Ok, so
how do we get her out of there with minimal loss of
life?"
"I have a plan." Petunia said, smiling at her.
Ages of waiting, Jill thought. Literally eons of patience
to be rewarded only by this. A sacrifice to a false god.
Truly the fates are too fond of comedy. She had been
thrown clear of the car just before reaching the poison
gas cloud. But had landed literally in the laps of one of
the spider men. He had stunned her with a blow to the
head and when she woke up Jill was cocooned and suspended
between three flying rats.
They had drugged her as well, as they had Mindy, but Jill
was easily able to throw off the effects of the drug. A
fairy had complete control over her body. It was
something she had hoped to teach Mindy, after convincing
the girl to remain a fairy, but now that seemed unlikely.
Expelling gas the rats gently descended into the chimney.
After a time they stopped and the spider men dismounted,
hopping to the walls. The largest took Jill and stepped
through an opening in the bricks.
The great hall was as Mindy remembered it. Jill let
herself look through the transformed girl's memories,
seeking a way of escape. But the only practical way was
the brick entrance, and that was quickly
sealed by two spider men. As a massive brick was put into
place Jill realized there would be no escape for her.
Jill sighed. She did not fear death, for no fairy can
truly die as mortals do. When mortals died they left the
world never to return as they were. But a fairy's spirit
would travel to one of the sacred pools and grow a new
body for itself. Or at least they used to. Jill knew
there was a chance that none of the pools had survived
the ages. Mindy's memories and knowledge told her that
man had grown all over the world.
He would have destroyed the pools without even knowing
it. If that was the case then Jill could find a body just
about to be conceived. Her spirit could live in that
body, but at the cost of the knowledge of her true self.
For the persons life time Jill's knowledge and power
would be held in the deepest recesses of the man or
woman's mind. Only at death would she come to herself
again, but without the sacred pools she would just have
to repeat the process.
Jill didn't want that. Her knew body was so well
designed, it offered so much...
But then I do not have much to say about the matter, she
through ruefully.
She was carried through the great chamber to the altar.
The webbing was sliced from her body and Jill was rolled
out onto the floor like Cleopatra being freed from the
carpet.
"This is not Big Breast Blonde." the old spider said.
Mindy is right, Jill thought wryly, men are men.
"She has wings." the warrior protested.
"She is not the one."
"To get her we faced the Owl, the Red Witch, the cloud of
death." as he spoke the warrior became more and more
angry. "Doorknob is crippled."
"In the service of the goddess..."
"Enough of her!"
"Nails!" the old spider exclaimed, his voice burning with
anger.
"She lost!" Nails shouted. "I watched from the shadows as
the Arch Demon defeated her, bound her in her own web!"
"Silence!" the old spider shouted.
"Yea, be quiet."
The voice was low, but well projected. In the wake of the
command total silence fell upon the great chamber. Only
breathing could be heard. As one every eye in the room
looked to the main entrance.
Elvira, Jill thought, but there were subtle differences
between this girl and the girl from Mindy's memories. She
still was solidly built with wide strong legs, wide hips
and small breast. But this Elvira glistened in the dim
light. A thin sheen of oil covered her body, naked but
for a silver band on her wrist. In her right hand she
held a hockey stick. Beside her two spider guards slumped
unconscious. She smiled and gave out a shrill cat-like
yowl.
As the battle cry echoed through the chamber chaos
erupted. Mother's abandoned their webs, taking small
spiders with them. Some of the spider men shot arrows at
her, but the arrows bounced off.
If she was ever able to do that, Jill reflected, she kept
it from Mindy.
"Where is the goddess?" Elvira shouted, stalking across
the chamber to the altar. "How dare she capture..." for
the first time Elvira got a good look at her and Jill
could see the confusion in her face. "Who the... Where is
she?" Elvira recovered.
"You ask that?" Nails demanded. He hadn't moved, nor had
the old spider. "You took her from us, I saw you..."
"Fool!" Elvira said, swinging her hockey stick at him.
"You saw only the first period! Now give her up or I'll
start tearing this place apart!"
With a snarl Nails charged her, but Elvira skillfully
used her stick to trip him and stun him with a blow to
the back of the head.
"Enough!" another voice shouted. Again everyone turned to
look, but Elvira took the opportunity to bend down.
"When the action starts head toward the door." she
whispered. "But do it slow."
Jill nodded. At the far end of the chamber a door had
opened, and another creature stood there. Taller than
Elvira this creature seemed to be a hybrid of woman and
spider. She had six arms, two pair growing from her
torso, another pair growing from just above her thighs.
Four breast, not two adorned her chest. When she opened
her mouth Jill could see fangs.
"Aunt Petunia." Jill whispered.
"You think you could run away from me?" Elvira taunted,
giving Nails another hit on the head.
"I was not the one who ran." Petunia said.
All eyes in the chamber were on them and Jill started to
crawl toward the main door.
"I tied you up in your own web once." Elvira taunted.
"A refreshing amusement." Aunt Petunia said. "It was rare
for one such as you to enter my webs, I enjoyed toying
with you, giving you a taste of victory."
Jill was halfway to the door when the two started to
fight. Elvira used her hockey stick to leap into the
spider goddess, knocking her down. She used the stick
like an ax, but Petunia rolled away and it stuck into the
floor. Petunia leapt into her foe and the force of that
leap carried the two of them into the altar. Jill watched
the battle out of the corner of her eye. Petunia had more
arms but Elvira was the more cunning fighter. Slipping
under the taller woman Elvira rolled behind her. A kick
to the back of the leg brought Petunia to her knees.
Elvira leapt onto the spider woman's back. Grabbing
Petunia's hair Elvira pulled her head back, at the same
time locking her legs around the spider woman's waist.
Two of the spider woman's arms kept her upright while the
other four pulled at the girl's legs. Elvira kept up the
pressure, letting go of the hair she wrapped both hands
around Petunia's mouth and nose. For long silent minutes
the two stood there. Elvira pulled with all her might,
nearly bending the mutated woman in half. Aunt Petunia's
struggles were going weaker as her lungs fought for air.
Jill was nearly to the exit, but by this time the fairy
was sure no one even remembered her. They were starting
to chant.
It was a wordless chant, a low bass rumbling that filled
the hall and seemed to fill Aunt Petunia as well. She
rose and despite the ravages of Elvira's hold leaped up
into the ceiling. Elvira took the brunt of the hit and
when she came down Petunia went to work. Blow after blow
drove Elvira back toward the entrance, until finally the
shrunken babysitter was reeling, barely able to stand. By
that time the chanting had turned to cheers. The cheers
rose to a crescendo when Petunia held Elvira stretched
out, holding her by wrist and ankles. With a savage roar
the spider woman buried her fangs into Elvira's throat.
Elvira gave a choked cry and then went still.
The spider people cheered as Petunia ran her hands up and
down Elvira's helpless body. Then she threw the
babysitter down next to Jill and turned to them.
"We're outta here." Elvira whispered grabbing Jill's
wrist she hit the silver band on her wrist.
Well Elvira has a fairy, but not the one she was looking
for. What has happened to Mindy, Jack and Calliope? Stay
tuned.
**************
Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode eighteen: Morally Challenged
By Skytower
"I'm not evil.
I'm just morally challenged."
Encountering problems with her stepbrother, Mindy
McConnell had gone to help her friend Elvira babysit. In
retrospect it was a mistake. So far tonight Mindy has
been musically tickled, turned into a fairy, attacked by
spider men and nearly sacrificed by them, met and made
love to Calliope the Were-mouse, found, freed, imagined
bodies for, and named two more fairies, and when we last
left her she was riding a silver Malibu Stacy mustang
through a cloud of poison gas.
(c) 1999 by Skytower
Mindy McConnell woke slowly to a world filled with fading
pain. Her skin seemed to crawl around on her body, as if
it wanted to free it's self from the muscles and organs.
Mindy didn't open her eyes right away. Instead,
instinctively she sought to view the world through her
antennae. The picture that came to her was a diffused
one. She was in some sort of tub, her body resting in a
mud-like substance that smelled vaguely familiar. The mud
covered her entire body, only her face was above it.
Above it, but still smeared with it. Realizing her
antennas were covered with the stuff as well Mindy opened
her eyes. Her vision was blurred at first, but cleared
rapidly. She looked up at bars. They stretched vertically
and horizontally all around her.
I'm a prisoner, Mindy thought. The realization did not
really bother her. The last thing the transformed young
girl remembered she had been riding into a cloud of acid
smelling death. To wake up at all was a positive point.
"How are you feeling?" Calliope asked, filling her field
of vision. Calliope was a were mouse, with black hair
that was cut like Moe's from the Three Stooges. Her wide
eyes, slanted in the manor of her oriental heritage,
rested above a small snout with a little pink nose on the
end of it. Large mouse-like ears quivered slightly.
"I don't know." Mindy said. In fact she really wasn't
sure, the pain was nearly gone. Her skin had apparently
decided to stay on her body.
"Keep resting in there, the raspberry should help draw
out the poison."
"Raspberry?"
"Jack said that only raspberry could save you." Calliope
said, smearing a little more on Mindy's antennae.
"I'm in a tub full of raspberry jelly?"
"No." Calliope said, her ears starting to quiver faster.
"The supermarket was closed so my aunt ran down to the
doughnut shop."
"I'm lying in a raspberry doughnut?"
"Aye." Jack said, appearing on the other side of her. "We
were fortunate the Huggable Doughnut shop is open all
night."
"Raspberry jelly is curing me? What hit me?" Mindy asked.
She was still half-asleep, her mind working as if it had
lead weights tied to it.
"Raid Yard Guard." Calliope said. "My aunt uses it when
those spider things attack me."
"Oh." Mindy looked at Jack. Tall broad shouldered with
black hair and a neatly trimmed beard, he looked fine.
"Why weren't you hit?"
"I was thrown into a puddle of oil when the car
overturned." Jack said. "It shielded me from the poison."
"Makes sense." Mindy said. Her body was beginning to feel
strange. It was like her legs were dissolving into the
jelly. Mindy reached down and felt them, just to be sure.
Yes, they were still there. "What
about Jill?" "She lives," Jack said, "but beyond that I
do not know."
"She may have been caught." Mindy tried to rise, but
found there was little strength in her to move. At any
rate the jelly was too slick and the doughnut to soft,
she couldn't get a grip to lever herself out of it. It
reminded Mindy of the time she and Elvira had been
trapped in a giant vat of frosting.
"Easy." Calliope said, pushing her back down. The were-
mouse reached in and scooped up a little of the jelly,
smearing it on Mindy's face. "We're not going anywhere?"
"Why not?"
"Well for one thing we're in a cage, besides that the
Yard Guard lingers for a while."
"Calliope?" A voice said. Mindy focused her eyes and saw
a tall slim woman with red hair looking at them. She was
an attractive woman. About 50, Mindy thought, judging
from the lines on her face. The face was sharp, angular,
but still somewhat attractive. Judging from the blush and
eyeliner it was the face of someone who constantly looked
in the mirror. Gray roots had begun to show in the hair.
The woman wore a white robe cleaved down to her waist,
but she was too slim to have any real cleavage. Cool
hazel eyes looked down at them. "Your friend doing
alright?"
"Yes Auntie." Calliope said, in a tone that didn't seem
right to Mindy. It was a completely subservient voice,
with none of Calliope's normal joy.
"You're the evil aunt?" Mindy asked.
"Is she still calling me that?" The woman asked, her
voice light but her eyes growing hard. "Calliope what is
my name?"
"Casey Chapel, Auntie." Calliope said, shivering
slightly.
"Am I evil?"
"No Auntie."
"What am I?"
"Morally challenged." Calliope said, her head drooping
forward.
It was a routine, Mindy realized. Calliope was reciting
something learned by rote.
"That's better dear." Casey said. "Remember this is
America, it's all in how you say it." Casey reached into
the cage and picked Jack up, pulling him out. "Come on
little guy, I got some plans for you."
Rage started to fuel Mindy, both at the way Casey had
treated Calliope, and at the way she was holding Jack.
But even as she tried to rise the rage faded back into
exhaustion and she blacked out.
The next time Mindy woke it was to a softly singing
voice. Calliope's voice singing the theme song to the
Muppet Show. Mindy sat up, feeling better at last, and
looked around. It was large as cages go, maybe 4 feet by
4 feet, with bars that were just too small to squeeze
through. The floor of the cage was a deep blue plush shag
carpet. At one end of the cage was a Malibu Stacy bed
time set, the Camelot model with princess canopy bed, a
large oak (Well ok, plastic that looked like oak) chest
and a table with chair.
On the table was a pile of scrolls and an inkwell with
quill pen. A mirror was set into the bars further along
the cage, next to it stood a rack of clothing. Beside
that was a small table and sewing machine. Beyond that
was a couch, coffee table (again, Malibu Stacy, this time
the 50's set) and a small LCD tv. At the far end of the
cage was a small kitchen, to the left of that was a
curtained off area. Mindy and the doughnut were on a
porcelain plate set in the center. Calliope sat in front
of the tv.
"Calliope?" Mindy asked. She was feeling ok physically,
but her mind was still on shaky ground.
"Hi." Calliope muted the tv and walked over to her,
bending down next to the doughnut. "How are you feeling?"
"Ok I guess." Mindy said. She raised her hand and looked
at the crimson sheen of jelly that covered it. "But I
think I need a shower."
"Auntie said you should wait, she'll only be a few more
minutes." Calliope said.
"What's she going to do, put me in the kitchen sink or
something?"
"Probably." Calliope shrugged.
"This is nice." Mindy said, looking around at the cage. A
part of her wanted get out of the doughnut, but strangely
Mindy had never felt more comfortable.
"Yea, Auntie built it for me after I tried to roll a
bowling ball onto her head while she was asleep."
"You tried to kill her?"
"Missed her by that much." Calliope said, holding her
thumb and forefinger just a little apart. "I shouldn't
have, I know."
"Well she did do all that bad stuff to you and your
parents." Mindy said, putting her hand on the were-mouses
shoulder. "You don't have to feel guilty."
"I don't, I mean I shouldn't have used the bowling ball.
I mean it never works for Wyle E. Coyote on the Road
Runner. I should have just dumped that battery acid into
the her coffee."
"Oh." Mindy said. Just then she saw Casey come into the
room through a swinging door. For the first time Mindy
looked at the room. It was a living room. On the right
side of the room was a large bay window that gave a
tremendous view of the Dead Diamond River. At the far end
was an overstuffed Victorian couch, with a tv set in
front of that. To the right of the swinging kitchen door
was an open fireplace with a burning log crackling away.
A built in bookcase took up the entire left side of the
room. Casey walked over and put Jack into the cage. He
seemed none the worse, what ever she had done to him, in
fact he now had a tan. Putting him down on the couch she
picked up the plate and brought Mindy to eye level.
"Felling better?" Casey asked.
"Yea."
"Oh good. Come one, I'll get you cleaned up."
"She could do with a tan as well." Jack called.
A tan, Mindy wondered?
Casey carried Mindy into the kitchen and set her down on
the table. The kitchen was a nice clean kitchen, small
with bright yellow paint on the walls, blue and white
cabinets above white Formica counter tops. Flowered
curtains hung on the windows. The light in the room came
from a round fluorescent in the center of the ceiling.
The ceiling itself was a tin flower pattern. On the stove
something simmered in a pot, and on the fridge were
shopping list and crayon drawn pictures. Casey put
Mindy's plate on the kitchen table.
Then she walked over, took a gallon of milk out of the
fridge and filled a glass. Humming softly to herself she
put the milk back and then walked over and put the glass
next to Mindy. More than a vague worry was beginning to
form in the young girls mind. But she was helpless to do
anything about it. Mindy knew she could never out run
Casey, and her wings were currently weighted down with
jelly. Flight was impossible.
Still humming to herself Casey took off her robe,
revealing the body Mindy would have guessed at. Her
breasts were small, but pointy with bright red nipples.
Her stomach was flat, and Mindy guessed Casey was the
type of woman who could never gain weight. But while she
wouldn't gain weight, age was taking the color,
suppleness and shine from her skin. Casey was in the
first stages of shriveling.
Mindy shuddered, thinking of what her body could be like
at 50. Age had always been Mindy's greatest fear. A
relative, spiteful and full of hate, had once told her
that the more beautiful a young woman was, the more ugly
she would become when she was old. It was the summer of
her growth spurt, when she shot up a foot and her chest
developed. Mindy had been so scared and confused the
words stayed with her. Elvira and roller blade hockey had
gotten Mindy through that time. But nightmares still hit
her occasionally.
The tattoo forced Mindy's mind back to the present.
Casey's best feature was her long and muscular legs. But
at the top of the legs, just above a shaved vagina was a
skull and crossbones tattoo. The skull and crossbones
were white, with yellow and red flames blazing from the
eyes, while the mouth and nose were black. The mouth of
the skull had vampire fangs. Mind shivered and tore her
eyes away from the tattoo.
"I know I'm going to pay for this at the dentist office."
Casey said, sitting down in front of her, her bright
chipper voice managing to sound like fingernails on a
blackboard. "But I have such a sweet tooth."
With that Casey pulled Mindy out of the doughnut and
began to lick the jelly off of her. Too terrified to even
scream Mindy only stiffened. Casey started with her legs,
dipping them both into her mouth and drawing them out
like a popsicle. She dipped Mindy back into the doughnut
legs first and took her out. Again and again Casey did
this, each time drawing Mindy's body further and further
into her mouth.
Calm blue ocean, Mindy thought to herself, her mind
desperately shouting the phrase she dared not utter. It
was her and Elvira's favorite calming down phrase. But it
wasn't really working and Mindy wished with all her heart
Elvira was there.
Giggling Casey took a drink of the milk, then took a
spoon and sprinkled sugar all over Mindy's body. Once
more the fairy was treated as a popsicle. After a few
more trips into Casey's mouth Mindy was put down on the
plate and held there. Her arms stretched out and each of
Casey's fingers holding them there. Leaning forward Casey
began to lick her way up Mindy's body. In a first show of
defiance the young girl tried to keep her legs closed.
But, strong as they were, Mindy's legs were no match for
the giant tongue. Mindy shut her eyes as Casey's tongue
toyed with her vagina. There was no way for it to
penetrate, the size difference was too great. But the
sheer pressure combined with the roughness was
stimulating. Despite herself, and against every ounce of
will Mindy possessed, the young girl felt her body
responding. Her skin grew taunt around tensing muscles.
Her breast stiffened. The path between her legs became
slick with her own juices.
Mindy moaned and Casey let go of her arms so the young
girl could caress her own breast. While Mindy did that
Casey lightly caressed the wings. As she did so Mindy
became more and more aroused. Seldom had she been this
hot, only Calliope had brought her to this height. And so
quickly, Mindy realized her fairy body was far more
responsive than her human one. The small part of her that
would have fought, might have raised an objection, was
held in chains of pleasure at the far corner of her mind.
Her body and the bliss she was feeling ruled Mindy's
soul. Casey started to push at Mindy's breast with her
little fingers and Mindy abandoned her breast for her
antennae.
Casey sprinkled some more sugar onto the fairy. Mindy
felt the sugar hit her skin like cold water. She could
feel the blood steaming through her veins. Casey leaned
back, one finger still rubbing Mindy's pussy while the
other caressed her own breast. She picked Mindy up by her
wings and brought her to the nipple. Mindy twisted and
beat her wings against the giant breast. Casey gasped and
arched her back, her other hand reaching between her own
legs.
Mindy had never felt so powerful. The very power of
creation filled her. She reveled in it, tasting the very
stuff of godhood. Casey let go of her completely and
Mindy flew around the woman. In her wake was a trail of
glowing dust. Faster and faster Mindy flew, taking a
spiral path from Casey's head to her toes and back again.
Casey left the chair, her body floating. Suddenly Mindy
saw the woman's life, years spent on petty villainy and
vanity. No friends, a family outcast. Pity filled Mindy's
spirit. For Casey had the same fear of aging that haunted
the fairy.
Casey felt that pity. Mindy and the woman looked into
each other eyes and a primal communication took place.
Anger filled Casey's face. She reached out and took
Mindy's body, pressing it to her own.
They both floated in the power generated by their
passion. Still Mindy felt sorry for the woman, for she
realized that Casey was facing a bleak time in her life.
I could help her, Mindy thought. As the thought hit her
knowledge came with it. A fairy spell, one of the
hundreds she received from Jack and Jill, filled her
mind.
An evil smile lit Casey's face, and Mindy realized their
link was still there.
"Do it." Casey commanded stroking Mindy's antenna.
Mindy knew she shouldn't. She tried not too. But the
pleasure ruling her spirit would allow nothing but full
subservience to its source.
Casey knew that. She pulled Mindy to her face, her tongue
once more forcing the fairy's legs apart. Mindy fought
back. But she knew it was futile. While Casey's tongue
worked at her pussy the giantesses fingers rubbed Mindy's
breast. Mindy was quickly worked up to orgasm, and then
beyond it. Suddenly there was lightning and thunder in
the kitchen. Mindy climaxed, energy pouring out of her as
if a damn had broken. She screamed and leapt into
darkness, hoping to save her sanity.
Mindy awoke to a world of light. Blinding, white and
intense, it flowed over her body. But even as she was
welcoming it, it faded. She opened her eyes and looked
into a shallow plastic chamber. A metal cylinder
shuddered at the far end. She was lying on glass, Mindy
realized. Slowly she sat up, her mind clearing. The
memory of her love making rushed back at her, but by this
time Mindy's emotions were spent.
"How you feeling honey?" Casey asked.
Mindy looked over at her. Casey was wearing her robe
again, but she had changed, no longer was age creeping up
on her. Her skin was vibrant, her face unlined and her
hair red to the roots. She was sitting in front of a
computer and Mindy realized she was lying on a scanner.
Through a doorway she could see the kitchen.
"I need therapy." Mindy said. She remembered the youth
spell, but felt shame that she had been forced to use it
on someone like Casey.
"Fun wasn't it." Casey said. "I haven't had it that good
since I got drunk with a demon. You have talent honey."
Mindy sighed. She now realized where Jack had gotten his
tan, the scanner had turned her skin bronze as well.
"The money I can get for what you can give..." Casey
trailed off, her voice dripping with greed.
"I just gave you a second chance in life." Mindy said.
"Don't you think you should rethink the evil bit?"
"I'm not evil, I'm just morally challenged."
"You've cursed your niece, stranded your brother and his
wife in time and molested me."
"First off, Calliope needed to be taught a lesson." Casey
said, an annoyed look crossing her face. "Second my
brother would be here today if he had given me what I
wanted, so it's not my fault. And you liked our little
tryst."
"I didn't know what I was doing." Mindy said.
"Honey you didn't have to know, your body is built for
sex."
"The hell it is!" Mindy shouted, rage broiling up within
her. She'd heard that phrase from too many people in her
life.
"The hell it isn't." Casey shot back. "You gotta realize
honey we're all meant for different things in life. Now I
was meant to be in charge of things. Not everything, but
some things. My brother was meant to do things for other
people, especially me, and my niece should'a been a mouse
to begin with. You honey, are a born sex machine. Accept
it, you'll be happy."
"If all that's true," Mindy said, her voice arctic with
rage, "you were meant to be just what you are. A vapid,
self absorbed, gold digging hussy with delusions of
grandeur." Mindy went on, ignoring the anger that was
showing in Casey's face. "It doesn't matter how many
years I've given you. You'll waste them just like you've
wasted all the years of your life, and you'll end up just
the same. Alone, no family and ugly." Casey winced at the
word. "A dried up raisin that guys will run away from and
women will pity. You'll be so wrinkled you'll have to
iron your face before you look in the mirror."
"Be quiet." Casey said, her voice angry and hurt. She
reached down and picked something up.
"You can have all the money in the world and you'll still
be old."
With deadly silence Casey put the can of Raid Yard Guard
onto the table. For a long moment the fairy and the woman
looked at each other. Then Casey spoke. Her voice had the
finality of a cell door slamming shut.
"I got an offer for Jack already, the Internet is great
for that. You wouldn't believe how many people want a
fairy. I was gonna sell him and keep you. But now I think
I'll put you on the market. There's a gal in a lab coat
that wants to see what makes your insides work. She's
gonna put you on a little table and go slash." Casey made
a cutting motion with her hand. "And I think I'll ask for
a copy of the
tape."
Mindy shuddered as Casey spoke. She could picture herself
on such a table.
A bell rang making Mindy jump. Casey picked her up and
walked back into the kitchen. A pot was simmering on the
stove. Casey shut the gas of and poured the contents of
the pot into a mixing bowl.
The liquid was thick pink goo that reminded Mindy of a
strawberry milk shake.
"What's that stuff?"
"The were-mouse cursing potion." Casey said. Picking up a
spoon she stuck it into the bowl and then carried it and
Mindy into the living room. "There's a big market for
this stuff on the Internet.
The living room was the same as they had left it. All
except for the cage. The door was open. Swearing Casey
put the bowl down and reached into the pocket of her
robe. A stick arced out of the shadows and hit the hand
that held Mindy. Mindy flew up and away as Casey cursed
and turned to face her attacker. Elvira stood by the
fire. She was wearing an oversized Philadelphia Flyers
jersey and Mindy knew that wasn't a good sign. Elvira
normally wore the flyer's jersey when she wanted to hurt
someone. From the look in her eyes she wanted to hurt
Casey.
"Who are..."
That was as far as Casey got with the question before the
hockey sliced at her stomach. Casey dodged back and
grabbed the stick. Elvira growled and used Casey's grip
against her, forcing the woman into
the door.
"This should not take long." Jill said, hovering beside
Mindy.
"As long as El wants it too." Mindy agreed. They watched
as Elvira used her stick to bat Casey through the door
and into the kitchen.
"Mindy." Calliope called. Mindy looked down to see
Calliope and Jack sitting on the table. She and Jill flew
down to them.
"Your friend is truly a hellcat." Jack said, grinning. In
the kitchen they could hear the sound of glass breaking.
"There goes the computer." Mindy said, seeing the flare
of light from under the door.
"The scanner did not take a good likeness of me anyway."
Jack said.
"So I guess you two are telepathic." Mindy said, trying
to keep her voice calm. She was telling herself to stay
as cool as they were, but it was hard. Mindy wanted
nothing more than to hug them both and never let them go.
But that sort of thing just wasn't done. Janeway would
never do it, neither would Picard and neither would she.
"Once we were free to concentrate." Jill said.
The door to the kitchen sprang open and Casey staggered
into the room, her robe undone. She stumbled, her eyes
glazing and then fell onto the small table that held the
were-mouse potion. Catapulted the potion soared toward
them. Mindy, Jack and Jill reacted instinctively by
flying out of the way. Calliope wasn't fast enough. She
squealed as the pink goo covered her.
"Here we go." Helga said, handing Mindy a small cup
filled with a clear liquid.
They were in the dining room of Carrion Mansion. Elvira
sat at the far end of the table, dressed in jeans and a
mighty ducks t-shirt. Helga and Jeremy sat on either side
of her. Calliope, Jack and Jill stood beside Mindy on the
table. In the far corner of the room, hogtied, Casey
squirmed on the floor.
Mindy looked at the cup, but didn't drink it immediately.
"I'll still remember." she said, looking at Jill.
"The spells and lore?" Jill replied. "Yes, but your poor
mortal form will not have the power for magic."
"We can teach you more than you know." Jack said, for
once his tone was serious.
"Maybe, but you'll never stop a slap shot if your smaller
than the puck." Elvira said. "Come on Min, have you
really had a good time this week end?"
"Well..."
"It wasn't all bad." Calliope piped up.
"No." Mindy agreed, looking at the cup. "But I can't
leave my family. Besides me and my brother have some
things to talk about."
In one motion Mindy drank the contents of the cup. There
seemed to be a flash of light. Her body felt bloated for
a moment, then it was over. She stood on the table, once
more her normal 5 feet 11 inches.
"Yes!" Mindy shouted, stretching. "I'm back."
"Indeed you are." Jeremy said, smiling.
Mindy quickly remembered she was naked and jumped off the
table. Elvira threw her a robe and she put it on.
"You're worse than Oliver Douglass." she snapped.
"A few moments ago you were completely nude and it didn't
bother you." Jeremy said puzzled. "I have seen you naked,
I shall remember that sight. Why does it bother you?"
"Forget it." Elvira said. "Mindy and I will deal with
Oliver later.
"What of her?" Jeremy asked, gesturing to Casey.
"There's room in the dungeon." Helga suggested.
"I got a better idea." Elvira said, a little smirk on her
face. Mindy knew that smirk of old and shuddered.
Casey woke up feeling very strange. Her body seemed numb,
but light as well. The last thing she remembered was
Elvira throwing some water in her face. Then nothing. She
opened her eyes and saw a very strange woman leaning over
her. Taller than Casey, the woman was broad and solid.
She had four arms, two sets of breast. But it was her
glowing green eyes that captivated Casey. Eyes that
seemed to draw her in.
"I really must thank you dear." Aunt Petunia said,
hefting the mesmerized Casey over her shoulder.
"Anytime." Elvira said.
"A slave at last." Petunia said, stroking Casey's legs.
"But she will need training."
"Knock yourself out." Elvira said.
Petunia blew her a kiss and carried Casey up with her
into the shadows.
"I'm not sure about this El." Mindy said.
"Any other ideas?"
"No, but in one night you've given the spider people a
false god to worship and now you've given her a slave. It
doesn't seem right."
"I disagree." Jeremy said. "The spider people have always
needed a god. Why they used to worship a Spiderman doll I
had."
"Besides my aunt always loved sex and s&m and stuff."
Calliope said.
Mindy fell silent, but her face betrayed her worries.
"Hey the suns coming up." Calliope called, pointing.
They all looked out the window at the sunrise. A
sparkling display of color and energy. The light from it
filled the room. Out of the corner of her eye Mindy saw
Jack and Jill glow.
I missed that, she thought. I missed so much.
"Hey!" Calliope called. They all looked at her, even as
she looked down at herself. "How come I'm not changing?"
"You change at dawn?" Jeremy asked.
"Yea. Usually."
Jeremy hummed to himself.
"That's not good." Elvira said.
"What?" Mindy asked.
"He hummed. It's never good when he hummms."
"What's wrong with me?" Calliope screamed her voice
squeaking. Jill reached over and gathered the were-mouse
in her arms.
"Well, it's only a supposition." Jeremy said. "But I
recalled from your description of the fight that you were
covered with the were-mouse potion. It seems to have
changed the curse. Interesting, and worth study."
"Should we take her to the lab?" Helga asked, the twins
brightening.
"NO!" Elvira and Mindy said at the same time.
"We got two tinkerbells here." Elvira said. "They should
be able to cure her."
"Not so." Jack said. "I saw the curse Casey used, it is
nothing we have seen before.
"It has been millennia since we were entombed." Jill
said. "Magic is not a static science."
"We'll need samples." Helga said.
"No way." Mindy said, putting her arms in front of
Calliope and Jill. "I'll go back and get Casey's spell
book. It might take me a while but I'll figure it out.
Besides you still have to help Elvira."
"Actually I have been working on that problem." Jeremy
said. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a watch and
handed to Elvira. It was an oversized aviators watch,
with dozens of small dials. "This is a field effect
inhibitor. It should prevent you from shrinking and
growing."
"Should?" Elvira asked, looking at the watch doubtfully.
"I estimate it will be 70% effective 85% of the time."
Jeremy said. "In the meantime I will search for a more
permanent solution."
"So it might work sometimes." Elvira said, her voice full
of resignation.
"Yes."
"Yea." Elvira deadpanned, putting on the watch.
"But what about me?" Calliope called. "I'll miss school."
"So there's an upside." Elvira said.
"I'll find a cure." Mindy said. "I promise."
"I wish my mom was here." Calliope said, sinking to the
tabletop.
"Do you guys have a time machine?" Mindy asked.
"Uncle Tom has one." Jeremy said. "I remember he was
showing it off last Christmas."
"But he only traveled back in time to tell us he'd have
it finished by the end of next summer."
"I'll email him." Jeremy said.
"But what will I do in the meantime?" Calliope said. "I
got a test next week."
They all fell silent for a moment. Then Jeremy spoke up.
"Well, there is the: "R" project."
"That will take a months allowance!" Helga protested.
"What..." Mindy started to ask but Elvira held up her
hand.
"Maybe not. After all we'll be helping someone, and
Mother is always on us to help more people." Jeremy
looked over at Elvira. "Of course it would also help if
she didn't have to worry about babysitting cost for a
while."
Elvira stared at him, growling. Then looked around the
table. Finally she sighed.
"Done. Now what the hell is project R?"
"Well when we realized Mindy might be sacrificed to Aunt
Petunia, Helga and I knew we were in trouble."
"Mother gets really mad when we loose babysitters to
ritual sacrifices." Helga said.
Mindy let the breath out of her body in low toned gasp.
"So we ordered a robot replica of Mindy."
"Where the hell do you get a robot that looks like me?"
"The female section of the Playboy edition of the secret
robot section of the Toy's R Us catalog." Jeremy said.
"All they needed were pictures."
"And you had those." Elvira said. Mindy was just staring
at the twins.
"Of course." Helga said.
"We can just adjust the order and Calliope can ride
around in robot. They are not hard to operate."
"Cool." Calliope said. "Will it have like superpowers and
stuff?"
"Not unless we get the deluxe model."
"Ok." Elvira said. "But what happens when someone notices
Calliope's aunt is missing."
"Mother will handle that." Helga said. "She always does."
"Of course." Elvira said, turning to Mindy. "Now do you
understand why I wanted to babysit alone?"
Mindy sighed and leaned back into her chair.
"What about you?" she asked Jill.
"We have a world to explore." Jack said. "And many of our
kind are still trapped in their gem prisons."
"We will find them." Jill said. "And free them, and give
them bodies as you have done for us."
"And when they are free we shall return." Jack announced,
his eyes flashing as he smiled.
"Great." Elvira said. "Just what this town needs, more
little people."
END.
*************
Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode nineteen: A Little Vengeance
By Skytower
A few weeks ago Mindy McConnell decided to visit her
friend Elvira Peterson while Elvira was babysitting
Jeremy and Helga Carion. This was a mistake. Helga gave
Mindy a potion that turned her into a fairy. This led to
a series of adventures after which Mindy was cured. But
from every adventure there are repercussions. Mindy is
about to learn that the hard way.
(c)1999 by Skytower
"I want my brother out of jail."
Mindy jumped, loosing her towel. She was in the girl's
locker room, having just finished a work out in the
school gym. It was early Monday evening and almost no one
hung around the school.
Lisa Douglas bent down and picked up the towel. Lisa
stood five feet six inches. She was handsome girl with a
square jaw, light brown hair and a somewhat chubby build.
She looked up at Mindy, but didn't return the towel.
Mindy looked down at her. Mindy stood at a towering five
feet eleven inches. Long blonde hair flowed past her
shoulders. Her body was both grand and solid, with large
breast and wide hips. She spared a glance at the two
girls flanking Lisa. Monica and Rachel were friends (or
flunky's) of the Douglas clan and used to doing their
dirty work. Monica was a thick girl as tall as Mindy,
Rachel was a slightly stockier girl shorter than Lisa.
The fact that they were all dressed in black jeans and
sweaters, with bulges in their pockets that could have
been anything, was enough to worry Mindy.
"Your brother put my little brother through hell for two
months." Mindy said. She kept her voice calm, as if they
were talking about the weather.
"Harmless fun." Lisa said, handing the towel to Monica.
Monica handed it to Rachel who folded it and put it on
the bench. Pointedly out of Mindy's reach.
Casually Mindy reached into her locker and pulled out a
bra.
"He got him drunk and put a gun in his hands."
"He was just having some fun." Lisa insisted. "Your
brother was the one who wanted to hang around with him."
"He had fun all right." Mindy said, putting on a pair of
underwear. "He had my brother so twisted the kid started
drinking."
"So the punk couldn't handle it." Lisa said. "That any
reason to throw my brother in jail?"
"How about a collapsed ceiling?" Mindy asked, pulling on
a pair of pants. "Fifteen hundred to get that fixed when
Oliver told my brother to put in a hidden camera. That
was after he got tired of having
Robin steal my underwear."
"We can pay for that." Lisa said.
"Can you pay for the police car my little brother shot
up?"
"We already did." Lisa said. "It took a pretty good
donation to the DA's reelection fund, but we did it. He's
willing to overlook youthful indiscretions."
"I'm not." Mindy said coldly. She was mad enough not to
care that Monica and Rachel were slowly easing themselves
around her.
"Maybe..." Lisa started.
"Maybe you should stop watching old gangster films."
Elvira said. They all looked up to see her standing by
the edge of the lockers, casually holding a hockey stick.
Monica and Rachel quickly moved away from Mindy. Elvira
was small, five feet five inches, but it was five feet
five inches of muscle and fury. Elvira was wearing a pair
of jeans and an UnderTaker T-shirt. She moved
nonchalantly down the isle to stand beside Mindy.
"Think it through Lisa." Elvira said, reaching into
Mindy's locker and handing her a turtleneck sweater.
"Let's say you and your friends do beat Mindy up, and I
don't kill you for it later on. All Mindy does is go to
the police, swear out another complaint and you're in
jail. She doesn't really need witnesses, since she'll
fight back and get some of your skin under her
fingernails." Mindy sat down and pulled on her boots.
"This isn't a bad made for tv movie."
"We were just talking." Lisa said, her voice strained.
"Won't do you any good. Talk in court, we both know that
Douglas is going to get off with probation.
Your father's spread enough money around for that."
"It'll still be on his record." Lisa said, taking a step
back. Monica and Rachel joined her. "Doug's got a good
shot at Harvard, he needs a clean record."
"He's not going to have one." Elvira said.
"Look Lisa I'm sorry." Mindy said, standing up and
grabbing her book bag. "I know he's your brother, but
he's a creep. I'm not dropping charges."
"And I'll be around." Elvira said, taking Mindy's arm.
"Bye now."
"Dykes!" Lisa swore, slamming the door to her room shut.
What made her more mad than anything was that Elvira was
right. Simply beating Mindy up wasn't going to do it. But
they might have scared her, at least a little. Thrown her
enough so that her father's lawyer could take her apart
on the stand. But there was no hope of that now, not with
Elvira hanging around her. Lisa had seen Elvira fight,
wolverines were gentle by comparison. Monica and Rachel
may have been willing to rough Mindy up a bit, but they
weren't going to tangle with Elvira.
Taking a deep breath Lisa walked out to her balcony and
looked down on the town. Her kingdom, as she liked to
think of it, or at least it would be when she grew up.
The Douglas Mansion was on top of Sunshine Hill. Built at
the turn of the century by Alex Douglas it was an
architect's dream of an antebellum mansion. Wide white
columns, two floors and large windows. The front of the
house looked down on the town, while the back looked
toward the secret military base on the edge of Heavenly
Swamp. Lisa's room was in the front and laid claim to the
large porch over the driveway.
"Think Lisa." she said, going to over to the large
telescope she had gotten for her last birthday.
Theoretically it was to look at the sky. In reality was
to spy on the town. Information, as her father often
said, was power. Lisa focused the telescope on Mindy's
house. She could see the living room, kitchen and part of
the yard, but all the bedrooms were in the back. The same
was true for Elvira's house.
Swearing Lisa walked back into her room and lay down on
the bed. She picked up a stuffed panda and hugged it to
herself as she thought.
It wasn't that she wanted to help her brother out so much
as she wanted to get into Harvard too. A black mark on
his record could find it's way to her's quite easily. She
didn't want to be running for public office one day and
have to answer embarrassing questions about her brother.
It'd be easy if Elvira and Mindy were really lovers, Lisa
thought. A couple off good X or even R pictures would
free her brother in a snap.
But they weren't, she had checked, no one had seen even a
hint of lesbian activity. N or had anyone believed the
ones she had spread. Aside from some crazy stories about
Elvira changing size there was no dirt on either of them.
But if there was no dirt, as her father pointed out, then
you had to make some. But how?
The picture idea was still good, Lisa was sure of it.
Mindy was paranoid about boys looking at her, about
anyone looking at her really. If Lisa could just get one
shot, even just a topless one... If Mindy spilled
something on her blouse maybe... But no, Mindy was warned
now, she'd see the photo-op coming. Besides Mindy and
Elvira would know who it was, and they might go to the
police. An extortion rap would definitely keep her out of
Harvard.
An idea came to Lisa suddenly, as if a flash of lightning
illuminated the darker part of her soul. A fully formed
fiendish plan lay there. She got up and walked over to
the doors to the balcony, closing them silently. Then she
dropped the shades and closed the curtains. Again
quietly, she walked over and locked her door. The she
walked into her closet and pushed the cloths to one side.
A touch on one part of the wall moved a panel revealing a
safe.
She opened it, cupping one hand over to other to hide the
combination. Then she took out a small bottle. The bottle
was her families' dark secret. Her ancestor had been a
pirate, and from one of the cities looted he had found
the bottle. Lisa took into her room and put it on the
bed, kneeling as she did so. The bottle was Arabic in
style, with golden glass framed by ruined iron. Lisa took
the top off and rubbed it slightly.
Instantly smoke billowed out from the bottle. Dark blue
in color it flowed over to the bed and formed itself into
a human shape. Fair of skin and with light brown hair the
genie was as she had been since that long ago day when
Isaac Douglas had found her. She was a medium sized woman
with hazel eyes and a slightly plump figure. A blue silk
cord bound her wrist together behind back and crossed
above and below her chest, causing her breast to stand
out against her red halter-top. She wore flowing multi-
colored pantaloons and a red jewel sat in her navel. A
red ball gag prevented her from speaking.
According to family legend Isaac had found the genie and
she had offered him the traditional three wishes. But
Isaac had heard a legend about genies. If you could bind
one before the three wishes were used up, she was yours
forever. He had surprised her from behind and bound her,
and from that day forward Cathy (Originally it was
Cathay, Isaac had named her after his ship, but no one
used that name anymore) was the Douglas family slave. She
was not as powerful as a free genie. In fact by binding
her and keeping her bound the family was slowly killing
her. But that process would take centuries.
Lisa had been told the whole story on her sixteenth
birthday. The next night she took the bottle when
everyone else was asleep, having long since learned the
location and combination of her fathers' safe. At her
command Cathy took the memory of the bottle from everyone
in the family. Power, as Lisa's father had often told
them, was to be hoarded, not shared. Trouble was a bound
genie was just not that powerful.
Lisa had expected some one who could perform miracles,
but Cathy could barely change someone into a toad. Still
Lisa was patient, she learned over time how to use the
genie. Cathy was good for little things, like exam
papers, or having another students dress fall apart at
the right moment. In the two years since she had gotten
the genie Lisa had used her well. But Lisa knew that for
anything big Cathy was useless. She had already tried to
use Cathy to get Oliver out of jail, but Cathy just
wasn't powerful enough. She could get him out of jail,
but not erase the crimes he committed. The paperwork of
the legal system defeated her.
"I've got a job for you." Lisa said, taking the gag out
of Cathy's mouth.
"Yes mistress." Cathy said. Her voice was sweet, but
tired, with an edge of fear.
"Relax, I'm not going to punish you." Lisa said. "I want
a schedule for Elvira Peterson's babysitting jobs."
Cathy blinked and a sheet of paper appeared beside Lisa.
She studied the paper and walked over to her computer.
Cathy stood up and stretched as much as she was able. Her
hazel eyes were clouded with pain, and she moved as if
gravity was twice for her what it would be for a normal
person.
"I need a couple of parents." Lisa said, getting up.
"They need to be wholesome, but I only need them for a
night. Can you do it."
"One parent mistress." Cathy said.
"Just one?"
"Yes mistress."
"It'll do. I also need to loose a few years for the same
night. Can you make me," she paused for a moment
thinking, "twelve years old?"
"Yes." Lisa looked at her sharply and Cathy added,
"mistress."
"Just the body, I'd still be me, still have my mind and
current memories, but I'd be twelve."
"Yes mistress."
A week later Lisa stood in a new bedroom. This house was
one of the many her father owned around town. Empty since
he had thrown the last tenants out. The house sat near
the Dead Diamond River, a run down fifties ranch house
with a lot of land around it. It was perfect for Lisa's
plan. She had been there a lot during the week, cutting
school when necessary. The house was now infested with
hidden cameras, microphones and speakers.
Every room, every hallway, all wired to motion detectors
and leading to a central station in the cellar. Lisa's
new mother, a slight woman just starting to gray sat in
the living room. She wore a conservative flowered dress
with her hair curled. Essentially she was just like the
house, bland and non-threatening.
"Do it." Lisa commanded. On the bed Cathy blinked,
scrunching up her face with the effort.
The spell enveloped Lisa like a cold shower turning warm.
She felt the change first in her head. Lisa's world
changed as her eyes moved closer together. She felt her
teeth change, getting smaller. Lisa looked down and saw
her chest deflate. Opening her blouse she saw her breast
slowly flatten and her nipples grow lighter. Stunned she
let the blouse drop to the floor. Her pants and underwear
fell down.
Awkwardly she stepped out of her cloths, looking at the
naked twelve-year-old in the mirror. Stubby fingers,
button nose, moppet style hair.
"I was a cute kid." she said, reveling in the way her
image smiled back at her. "Cute and harmless."
Quickly she dressed in "Little Mermaid" pajamas. Cathy
lay on the bed passed out. Lisa put the gag back into her
mouth, then tied her ankles together. With the genie Lisa
took no chances. For the next hour she moved through the
house, rechecking everything.
Mindy pulled the car into the driveway and stopped. The
car was a true luxury to her. A 1959 silver Malibu Stacy
Thunderbird. Originally it had only been about a foot
long, but Mindy had talked Jeremy Carrion into hitting it
with a growing ray. The car, originally a toy but
modified by aliens, had gadgets that would make James
Bond green with envy. With Lisa Douglas around Mindy
didn't want to take any chances. Lisa was not the type to
give up easily. Mindy looked at the ranch house.
It was not a beautiful place. The paint was peeling, the
roof needed work as did the yard. But it was a job, and
since Elvira was babysitting someone else it was Mindy's
job. Following Elvira's advice Mindy wore a pair of jeans
with a t-shirt and plaid shirt over that. It showed off
her figure, which Mindy didn't like, but skirts, as
Elvira often pointed out, were dangerous. They could
catch on things, be hammered into the floor and were
easily set on fire. She also warned that the bulky
turtlenecks Mindy normally wore were just perfect for
dropping bugs into.
Walking up to the door Mindy rang the bell. There was a
short pause and a pleasant looking woman in her forties
opened the door.
"Hi, I'm Mindy McConnell."
"Come in, I'm Mrs. Ephemeral."
She stood back and Mindy walked past her into the house.
Mindy glanced around quickly. In front of her was a set
of stairs leading up. To her right was a small kitchen,
to her left a living room. Past the stairs was a smaller
door that Mindy guessed led to the cellar.
"Elizabeth!" Mrs. Ephemeral called. A chubby girl in
little mermaid pajama's came bounding down the stairs and
leapt into Mindy's arms.
"Is this her mom?"
"Yes dear, now you be good." She put a coat on and gave
the girl a quick kiss. "I'll be back in a few hours, Oh
and I told Liz she could back some cookies. Bye."
Well that was abrupt, Mindy thought as she put Liz down.
She watched as Mrs. Ephemeral walked down the to the
street and turned left.
"Come on." Liz said, grabbing Mindy's arm and pulling her
toward the kitchen. "Lets bake."
Lisa could barely contain herself. Mindy had looked
straight at her and not recognized her. The leap into the
taller girls arms had come out of the blue, but it seemed
natural. In fact Lisa seemed to have a lot more energy,
there was a bounce in her step that wasn't there before.
It was a lot more fun being a kid, Lisa reflected.
"So what do you want to make?" Mindy asked. Compared to
some of the horror stories Elvira told, cooking was not
dangerous.
"Fudge." Liz said, pulling a pan out of a bottom cabinet.
I made some mix and put it up on the shelf this
afternoon."
"You put it up there?" Mindy asked, spotting a bowl. The
shelf sat just under the ceiling. Even with a chair she
doubted the little girl could reach it.
"I meant my mom did." Liz said.
Shrugging Mindy pulled a chair over and climbed it. She
had just lifted the bowl up when a rat poked his head out
of the wall to her left. Mindy screamed and fell back,
landing hard on the floor with the fudge bowl landing on
top of her head.
"Hey!" Liz cried, falling on top of her and spilling the
cooking oil she had been carrying onto Mindy's lap. "You
all right?" Liz asked, getting off of her.
"I saw a rat behind the wall."
"Creepy." Liz said. "We have the exterminators coming
next week.
Mindy stood up, grabbing a dishtowel. The fudge mix had
seeped into her hair and shirt and the cooking oil was
doing the same to her jeans.
"Oh great." she said.
"Messy." Liz agreed. "Come on, I'll show you where the
bathroom is."
The bathroom was at the top of the stairs to the right.
To the left was another door that Mindy assumed went to a
bedroom. The bathroom was small, with a toilet, small
window and a shower. The shower was a phone booth sized
chamber with a frosted glass door. Across from it was a
full-length mirror. A small cabinet set into the wall
held a supply of towels. Another towel hung from a hook
next to the shower.
"Boy you're big." Liz said, giggling as Mindy undressed.
"Yea, I know." Mindy said, blushing slightly.
"These are going to take a while to wash." Liz said,
taking the cloths as Mindy peeled them off her body. "You
want to use my mother's robe?"
"Yea, thanks." Mindy said, stepping into the shower. A
small rack hanging from the shower nozzle held a shampoo
bottle.
"You gotta close the door or the water leaks out." Liz
said.
"Ok." Mindy closed the door and turned on the water. A
jet of mercifully warm water hit her and she ducked her
head under it. So much for cooking not being dangerous,
she thought.
Lisa ran down to the basement, stopping only to grab all
the towels out of the bathroom. Then she grabbed all the
sheets, pillowcases, curtains and anything else Mindy
could use to cover herself. Once in the basement she
turned on the monitor, getting a full color shot of Mindy
in the shower.
"Beautiful." Lisa said. Mindy rinsed out her hair and
then began to soap up her breast. Lisa spared a glance at
the VCR. It was recording it all. "A couple of these
shots and Mindy forget all about pressing charges."
What Lisa should have done at that point was go on with
her original plan. Get some nude shots of Mindy, call
back the fake parent and get Mindy out of the house. But
Lisa was having too much fun to think about the plan. A
sudden thought hit her. Grabbing a sticki-note she
scribbled something on it and ran back up stairs.
Mindy showered quickly, getting the fudge mix out of her
hair and rinsing off her face. Turning off the water she
opened the door and reached for the towel.
It wasn't there.
Puzzled the wet babysitter stepped out and opened the
cabinet door. Only empty space and a note greeted her.
"Hide and seek." the note said, scrawled in a child's
hand.
"Liz!" Mindy growled. Outside the door she heard the
child giggling. "LIZ!" She shouted, opening the door.
The hallway was empty. Again Mindy heard giggling, this
time from the room across the hallway. Trying to cover
herself with her hands Mindy charged across, opening the
door only to discover an empty bedroom. The sheets,
curtains, everything was gone.
"El was right." Mindy said, turning back to the hallway.
"Never trust em." Mindy boldly walked down the stairs,
looking for Lisa. If it had been a little boy she'd be
more upset, but for a little girl Mindy could stand being
naked. At least for a few minutes.
Lisa watched with glee as Mindy walked through the house.
She was getting views of Mindy that not even her brother
dreamed off. It would have been a shame to waste all
those cameras after all. Suddenly she realized that Mindy
was heading for the cellar door. Spinning around the girl
grabbed Cathy and pulled the ball gag from her mouth.
"Make the cellar door look like the rest of the wall."
"Yes mistress." Cathy said, blinking.
Breathing a sigh of relief Lisa turned back to the
monitor. Mindy stood in front of the door, looking
puzzled. Then she went back up stairs.
"I'll leave her here naked." Lisa giggled. "Got enough
power to get me, you and this tape back to my room?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Yes!" Lisa exclaimed as she reached for the off switch
of the VCR. But a glance at the monitor stopped her.
Mindy was laying on the bed. The tall blonde convulsed,
hugging herself into a fetal position. Then she changed.
Lisa watched astounded as Mindy started to shrink. It was
quick, taking only a few seconds. Wings grew from Mindy's
back, antenna appeared on her forehead. When it was done
a doll sized fairy sat on the bed.
"What the hell... Did you do that?" Lisa demanded,
turning to Cathy.
"No mistress." Cathy said.
"Then what happened?"
"I do not know, mistress."
"Find out." Lisa ordered.
Cathy blinked and a look of understanding flashed onto
her face.
"She is a were-fairy, mistress. Cursed to become a fairy
when the moon is full."
"Really?" Lisa said, turning to the screen. Mindy had
stood up and was examining her self. "Put a cage around
her."
"I can not mistress."
"What?" Lisa slapped the genie hard across the face. "Why
can't you do anything?"
"She is a fairy mistress." Cathy said, her face turning
red from Lisa's blow. "Even were I free my magic could
not affect her."
"Great. Then seal this house up so she can't escape, and
get me a net." Lisa started to get up, even as a
butterfly net appeared in her hand. "Wait a minute." She
stopped, looking at the screen. "What sort of magic does
she have? Can I fight it?"
Mindy stood up and looked at herself, for a moment
reveling in her new body. She was a fairy once more.
Still tall and buxom, but now her breasts no longer
bounced as she walked, for they were filled with wing
muscles. Her fingers and toes were longer now. The
antenna started from her temples, then curved gracefully
over her eyebrows to the center of each eye. From there
they reached about a foot above her head. They were
incredibly sensitive, with nipples at each tip. She
flapped her wings and hovered a little above the bed,
exulting in the pleasure of flight.
"Gotcha!" Liz shouted, showering something on her. Mindy
fell to the bed, gasping for air. Suddenly she started to
sneeze.
"Liz... what?" Mindy managed to say between sneezes.
Desperately she tried to remember some of the fairy magic
she could now use. But all her attention was centered on
her nose.
"Music to my ears." Liz said, picking Mindy up carried
her down stairs.
Mindy tried desperately to struggle, shout or even think
but all she could do was sneeze. Liz carried her into the
living room and held her down on the table. She pulled
one of Mindy's arms out and held it down. Then she
reached over and picked up a hammer. Mindy screamed,
terror breaking through the sneezing. She clenched her
eyes shut and waited for the pain. But all she heard was
Liz giggling.
Opening her eyes Mindy saw the child put a wire tack over
her wrist. It was U shaped, with a white plastic at the
bottom. Inverted and pounded into the table it held her
wrist perfectly. Suddenly Mindy realized she wasn't
sneezing anymore. Instantly a spell came to mind, but
even as she started to speak Liz sprinkled something over
her face. Once again the sneezing consumed her.
"Pepper?" Mindy gasped out between sneezes.
"Tom and Jerry rules." Liz said, giggling as she secured
Mindy's other arm. She spread Mindy's legs apart and
secured them as well. Once that was done Liz took a magic
marker and traced a geometric pattern with Mindy at its
center. As soon as it was finished the pattern glowed
scarlet. In the center Mindy felt like a fish being
pulled out of the water. Her limbs seemed to turn to
lead, her mind was coated in mist and fog.
"What...?" Mindy tried to speak and suddenly forgot how.
"Just grounded you out for a while." Liz said. "You'll
feel better in a few minutes, but no magic."
She was right, Mindy could feel her strength returning,
but that part of her that could summon and control the
mystical energy of the universe was dead. It was like one
of her limbs was asleep she knew it was there, but
couldn't use it.
"Why? How?"
Liz threw back her head and laughed, but it wasn't the
innocent laughter of a child. This laugh had a biting
edge to it.
"Big strong Mindy." Liz said, prodding Mindy's helpless
body with her finger. She traced a path from Mindy's feet
to her vagina, then up over her stomach, stopping at her
breast. With two fingers she massaged Mindy's chest.
Mindy squirmed, but did no more than that. "There's guys
in school who'd give good money to see you like this.
With or without the wings." She traced a path over
Mindy's antenna. "You gotta wonder about it too. After
all, how big can a guys cock be before it gets too big?"
"Lisa?" Mindy shouted, truly scared.
"You should have dropped the charges." Lisa said,
laughing. "I was gonna just get some nude shots of you,
but now... but now..." she laughed and stood up.
"Wait here, I'll be back in a few minutes."
With that the little girl stood up and walked toward the
cellar door.
As she walked into the cellar an inner argument raged
within Lisa Douglas. The normal Lisa, the one who had
existed a few hours before, was all for taking the tape
and going. Mindy was not going to stay a fairy forever,
only as long as the moon was up, and if she grew while
Lisa was still small the game was over. The mature Lisa
would have made a quick copy of the tape and hidden it,
perhaps have called Monica or Rachel. They could have
corroborated Lisa's story. At the very least mature Lisa
would have gotten the genie to put her back to her normal
age.
But that Lisa was years away, and though Lisa still had
eighteen years of memories, the maturity that went with
those memories had been swallowed by the recklessness of
youth. This Lisa didn't like to share. The Lisa who
hummed and skipped back up the steps had a new doll to
play with.
"I am in deep trouble." Mindy said. With all her might
she strained against the wire staples, but they held her
easily. "Helga if I ever get out of this you have some
explaining to do."
"I'm back." Lisa sang, poking her head around the door.
"Miss me?"
"How did you know how to drain my powers?" Mindy
demanded.
"It's a secret." Lisa teased, setting a bottle down on
the table. In her other hand she held a box of crayons.
"I might tell you later on, after I'm through coloring."
"What are you going to color?" Mindy asked. There are
some questions that should never be asked. Even as the
words left Mindy's mouth she knew it was a silly
question. A straight line of mythic proportions. She
shuddered as Lisa gave the inevitable answer.
"A fairy."
Though Mindy squirmed and writhed with every bit of
muscle she had there was no escape. Lisa colored her feet
blue, tickling Mindy to near black out levels in the
process. The colored wax moved smoothly over her skin.
Her left leg was done in gray and her right leg in
purple. It was between the legs that Lisa encountered her
first problem. Mindy's bush was a wide V of hair that
pulled and twisted as the wax was rubbed on it.
"Stay still." Lisa said crossly.
Mindy ignored her, trying her best not to become aroused.
As a fairy her sex drive was far more than a humans.
"Darn." Lisa said putting the crayon down. She got up and
left the room, returning a few minutes later with a
watercolor paint set.
I never knew you were such and artist, Mindy thought as
Lisa painted her bush orange. Luckily the water colored
paint did little to arouse her. Lisa used black and white
stripes on Mindy's stomach, again tickling her wildly as
she did so. Mindy's breast were squeezed and pushed while
Lisa colored one red and one yellow. She used brown on
the upper chest and arms. Each of Mindy's hands was
colored black. Taking black crayon Lisa drew a Groucho
mustache on Mindy's face and matched it with a set of
fuzzy eyebrows.
"There." Lisa said, sitting back to take a full look.
"Almost done."
"Almost?" Mindy echoed.
"Gotta get the back." Lisa said, holding up a pair of
needle nose pliers.
Oh yea, Mindy thought, please give me a chance to get
free.
Lisa was smarter than that though. She pulled the nails
that held Mindy's legs, but left the ones holding her
wrist. Then she pulled the fairy's legs up until only
Mindy's shoulders and neck were still on the table.
Infuriated Mindy pulled against the nails holding her
wrist. Slowly she felt them move. Mindy was so surprised
she stopped straining. Then she started again. Lisa
didn't notice, so intent was she on her coloring. Mindy
realized that with the rest of her body straight up she
had the leverage to free her arms. Bracing herself Mindy
focused all her strength into her arms.
"There." Lisa said, letting Mindy drop.
"There!" Mindy shouted, pulling her arms free. In a
second she was airborne and heading toward the door.
"Hey!" Lisa shouted, throwing a handful of crayons at
her. They scattered in the air and a few of them hit
Mindy in the back. The fairy dropped, but recovered in
mid air just as Lisa was grabbing for her. Missing the
fairy the child slammed the door shut. Flying to the
ceiling Mindy grabbed a piece of the molding and held on.
She looked down at the false child.
"Come down here!" Lisa commanded.
Mindy didn't bother answering, she just looked for a way
out of the room. For a few minutes they just looked at
each other. Mindy's wings ached where the crayons had
struck them. Lisa was suffering the frustration that only
a child could suffer. It was Lisa who broke the silence.
"You can't get out, and you can't stay up there forever."
"I don't have to stay up here forever." Mindy said.
"We're not done playing." Lisa exclaimed. Deep within her
the argument was raging again. Adult Lisa told her to
forget about playing and just snap a few pictures.
Immature Lisa was having none of that, she didn't brook
disobedience from her dolls. More than one had gone into
the micro-wave as punishment. Mindy deserved something
like that. Immature Lisa then did the thing that Adult
Lisa never would have. She picked up the lamp and rubbed
it.
Mindy could still be amazed. That surprised her. But
seeing smoke come out of a bottle and solidifying into
the shape of a young woman amazed her. At the same time a
lot of things about the Douglas family snapped into
focus. All the lottery wins the family had, all the lucky
coincidences that kept them in wealth and luxury. They
had all come from the bottle. The genie looked pale and
worn. Her eyes were clouded with tears and her skin
around the ropes was turning green.
"Please mistress." she begged. "I need more rest."
"Shut up." Lisa said. "Look I want a phaser like they
have on star trek."
The genie closed her eyes, summoning her magic. Mindy
felt a stab of sympathy for her. From the knowledge she
had as a fairy Mindy knew that genies were slaves, but
she had never realized how completely captive they were.
A phaser pistol from the original star trek show appeared
Lisa's hand. She aimed and fired before Mindy could move.
For a moment Mindy wondered if her fairy body could take
a shot of charged energy. But nothing happened.
"It doesn't work?" Lisa shouted, turning to the fairy. "I
want a working one!"
"I can't mistress, not without more rest... I am too
weak."
"Useless!" Lisa snapped, slapping her across the face.
"Hey!" Mindy shouted, drifting down toward them. "Pick on
someone who isn't tied up. Or isn't smaller than you."
she added as Lisa swung at her. Mindy retreated to the
ceiling once more.
Pulling down the genie's top Lisa grabbed her nipple and
twisted. Cathy cried out in pain and sank into the couch.
"I want a working phaser." Lisa said coldly. "Or do you
want me to get the shoes out again?"
A look of terror came on Cathy's face and she blinked,
passing out with the effort. Lisa spun around, the phaser
in her hand. This time Mindy dodged and Lisa scorched the
wall.
"Darn." Lisa snapped, turning to the genie she slapped
Cathy's breast. "See what you made me do?"
"My bottle mistress." Cathy whimpered. "Must rest."
"You'll get your rest when I say you will." Lisa said.
Grabbing the genies shoulders Lisa forced her face down
onto the couch and put the bottle a foot away from her.
"Don't move."
Lisa looked up and saw Mindy hovering near the door. She
quickly reset the phaser and fired again. The door
vanished in a crimson glow and Mindy flew out of the
room. Screaming Lisa charged after her.
Mindy flew back into the room a few minutes later. Behind
her Lisa could be heard shouting and firing. Cathy lay
where she had been ordered to lie. Her legs were in an
awkward position under her and her face was pressed hard
into the fabric. With pained hazel eyes she watched as
Mindy flew toward her.
"Please..." she whispered, obviously talking with great
effort. "Help me."
"Hold on." Mindy said, flying to the ropes. But at her
present size the knots were as big as a hand bag and as
tight as steel chains. Mindy pulled and twisted with
everything she had, but couldn't budge them.
"Sorry." Mindy said, flying back in front of her face.
"But your stuck until I get back to full size."
"My bottle." the genie looked longingly at where Lisa had
put the bottle.
Mindy walked over and pushed the bottle over, then rolled
it over until it nearly touched Cathy's face.
"Help me." Cathy pleaded.
Suddenly understanding Mind put one hand on the rim of
the bottle and the other hand on the genie's forehead.
Cathy blinked and they were suddenly enveloped in a cloud
of smoke. Mindy felt her body go soft, like she had been
suddenly dumped in a whirlpool bathtub. Smoke was all
around her, but she had no trouble breathing. The smoke
swirled around her for a time that could have been an
instant or a year. When it cleared they were in what
looked like a dungeon.
It was a dungeon like many Mindy had seen in her comic
books. Torches lit the place dimly, making it hard to
tell how large it was. In the center of the room was a
large fire pit filled with red-hot coals. Four torture
racks were spaced evenly around the fire pit. On the
walls were numerous manacles. Cells lined the walls and
small cages dangled from the shadowed ceiling. Mindy and
the genie had materialized in a circle next to the fire
pit. Mindy shuddered, the feeling of despair and pain was
palpable. Suddenly she realized that Cathy had
materialized next to her and both of them were the same
size. Mindy was still a fairy though.
"Easy." she said, letting Cathy down to the floor as
gently as she could.
"There." the genie said, lifting her head toward a large
four poster bed set in one of the cells. The bed was
completely out of place in the dungeon. It was round and
curtained. Multi-colored silks, semi transparent giving
off a faint gossamer glow contrasted with the dull black
stone. Dozens of differently shaped and colored cushions
lay on the bed. Mindy carried Cathy over to the bed and
laid her down. The genie seemed to melt into the silks.
"Let me get those ropes now."
"No." the genie warned, but it was too late. A spark flew
from the ropes and burned Mindy's hand.
"Figures." Mindy said, rubbing the burn. "It's never that
easy."
"Please..." Cathy whispered, "water..."
Mindy looked around and saw another anomaly in the next
cell. A large crystal fountain in the shape of a
butterfly sitting on a rose. The butterfly's wings were
rainbow hued stain glass. From them a clear stream of
water cascaded into the red bowl that the rose formed.
Mindy walked over to it and took a small cup from the
side of the bowl. She filled the cup and then walked back
to the bed. Gently she eased Cathy into a sitting
position and held the cup to her lips.
The genie drank greedily, sucking the water from the cup
as if she were dying of thirst. The more she drank the
more solid she seemed to be, and Mindy realized that
Cathy was drinking more than the cup could hold. But the
water level never seemed to drop. For long minutes they
sat there, Mindy holding her and Cathy drinking. Finally
the genie stopped and looked up at Mindy with gratitude
that bordered on worship.
"Thank you, oh thank you." Cathy said, kissing Mindy's
hand.
"It's ok." Mindy said, easing her hand away. Cathy
continued kissing, her face falling into Mindy's chest.
"It's ok." Mindy repeated, a bit more forcefully this
time. Cathy ignored her and kept kissing and nuzzling
her. "Enough." Mindy said, firmly but gently. She let
Cathy lay back on the bed and replaced the cup.
"You actually live here?"
"Were else would a genie live but in a bottle?"
"It's not too cheery." Mindy said, walking back over to
her.
"This is not how it always was." the genie sat up on her
own and looked around sadly. "Lisa's grandmother was a
cruel, cowardly woman. She had me create this chamber,
and one after another her enemies were brought here. She
would torture them, then command me to return them to the
world without memory. She took pictures as she tortured
them, and then used those pictures to bend them to her
will."
"This is not a nice genetic tree to be messing with."
Mindy said, sitting down. "How did you get mixed up with
them."
"The patriarch of the clan, Isaac Douglas found me."
Cathy said. She turned pale at the memory and Mindy put
an arm around her shoulders. "I had not been called for
centuries, and I was careless. He bound me after his
second wish, twisting me tightly with silken cords.
Somehow he found out that if a genie is bound before the
third wish she is enslaved to her capture. Aye to him and
his family through the life of that family line. For ages
I have been their slave. They never allowed me to drink,
for fear I would become powerful enough to break free. I
was only able to rest." She pressed her head into Mindy's
shoulder. "Oh thank you for letting me drink."
"Ok, we've established you're grateful." Mindy said,
pushing her back. "Now lets figure out how to free you."
"It can not be done." Cathy said. "I can only be freed by
he who bound me, and he is dead."
"So it can't be by Lisa or someone else in the family?"
"No mistress."
"Mindy, my names Mindy."
"No mistress Mindy."
"Just Mindy."
"But you aided me." Cathy said, looking puzzled. "Despite
that my power was used against you. Even now you take my
part, surely you wish me for yourself mistress Mindy."
Cathy lay down and put her head on Mindy's lap. Her eyes
looked with longing and devotion toward the fairy. "And I
wish nothing more than to serve you."
"Why can't I ever get this from guys?" Mindy wondered
aloud. Taking Cathy's shoulders she eased the genie back
into a sitting position. "What is all this serving stuff
anyway, you like being a slave?"
"A genie is not a slave." Cathy insisted.
"Your tied up in a dungeon." Mindy countered.
"You do not understand." Cathy said. "As a servant I am
useful, I am free from power."
"But you still have power."
"But I can not use it for myself and thus I am free."
"What?"
"As a free being I could have anything I wanted. But if
you can have Everything you want, what is the point of
having Anything. Freedom for my kind would mean
omnipotence, but power without direction, without
passion."
"Oh." Mindy said, starting to understand. "You don't like
being a slave, but you love being a servant."
"Yes, for as I serve I have freedom from choice and
responsibility."
"Man that guy who wrote the Gor novels was completely off
base." Mindy said. "Ok, let's deal the problems one at a
time. Lisa first, me getting back to normal size second,
your freedom last."
"What ever you say mistress Mindy." Cathy said.
Mindy sighed and decided to let the matter drop.
Adult Lisa had finally gotten through to immature Lisa.
It had taken twenty minutes but she got through. Lisa
went back to the living room, phaser at the ready. The
house was sealed Cathy had done that at least. Mindy had
to be somewhere. She'd get the genie to conjure up an
army of small dolls or something.
Lisa stopped in the doorway, her stomach dropping as she
looked for Cathy. The genie was no where in sight. Deep
with in her Adult Lisa raised holy hell, breaking through
the immature Lisa's prison of recklessness. Lisa went
over to the couch and picked up the bottle. She rubbed
it, hoping against hope that the genie would appear. Lisa
breathed a sigh of relief when the familiar smoke issued
forth and took shape on the couch. But there was
something different about Cathy this time. Adult Lisa
noticed it immediately, but with the fear gone she had
little say in matters anymore.
"Yes mistress." Cathy asked.
"How'd you get back into the bottle without my
permission?" Lisa demanded.
"I..." Cathy hesitated, looking down.
"Tell me the truth." Lisa ordered.
"The fairy aided me."
"Traitor!" Lisa snapped, slapping her across the face.
"Where is she now?"
"Still in the bottle mistress."
"Then get us in there." Lisa commanded.
"Yes mistress."
Even as they changed from smoke to flesh Adult Lisa was
screaming at Immature Lisa. But the warning came too
late. The phaser was chopped out of her hand and before
she could say a word a silk gag was wrapped around her
mouth.
"Hi there." Mindy said, smiling.
Lisa looked at her, going white as she realized her
height advantage was gone. Desperately she reached for
the gag, but Mindy grabbed her hands and forced them
behind her back. Then she lifted the girl up and carried
her over to one of the torture racks. Lisa squirmed and
twisted like a mad snake but Mindy held her down and
forced her wrist and ankles into the manacles. After that
a few turns of the wheel and Lisa was held taunt. Mindy
stepped back and watched for a few moments as the girl
pulled and twisted. Then she led Cathy over to the
entrance.
"Come on, we need some help."
End.
Well Lisa's taken care of for now, but Mindy now faces
the problem of what to do with her. Also she has to
figure out how to stop being a fairy during the full
moon, or if she wants to stop being a fairy during the
full moon. Not to mention the adoring genie (who is
powerless unless Lisa tells her to do something) who
wants to be her devoted servant. (Is this last part a
problem?)
More to come, stay tuned.
**************
Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode twenty: Crisis on a Friday Night
By Skytower
Elvira Peterson eased her moped between the old station
wagon and the wall of the garage, hitting the close door
switch out of habit. She was tired and her muscles ached.
Putting her helmet onto the handlebars she opened the
door and walked through the kitchen to the living room.
Her mother looked up from her book and smiled.
"Hi honey. How did it go."
"No problems." Elvira said smiling as she bounced up the
stairs. Once on the top landing and out of her mother's
line of sight she sagged and walked slowly into her room.
"One day you're going to have to tell her." Guinevere
said. She was lying on Elvira's bed, a Superman comic on
her lap. Though they were sisters the only physical trait
Elvira and Guinevere shared was deep brown eyes. Her
sister would be taller than Elvira's five feet five
inches in another few years. Her hair was blonde to
Elvira's brown, her skin fair to Elvira's slightly darker
tone. Guinevere had the round friendly eyes of a cartoon
character, while Elvira's were smaller with arched
eyebrows. At ten years old Guinevere thought her sisters
life fun and adventurous. At 18 Elvira agreed with the
adventurous part, but not the fun.
Elvira grunted and let her self fall across the bed,
tossing her bag into the floor in the same motion.
Guinevere quickly pulled her legs up to avoid having her
sister fall on them.
"Right tell my mother I shrink to twelve inches if I get
tickled too much. Remember the last time I tried to ask
about getting my ears pierced?"
"The cops wouldn't go away until they searched the
house." Guinevere giggled. "They were sure some guy was
holding us hostage."
"Yea, a lot of fun." Elvira smiled ruefully as she sat up
and pulled her shirt over her head. Her mother tended to
scream during their arguments. Almost as loudly as Elvira
managed to scream during their arguments.
"How come the watch didn't work this time?"
"It might have, if Mary hadn't just popped a Hershey's
kiss into my mouth." Elvira said, looking at her sister
sternly. That chocolate as well as sustained tickling
could trigger her shrinking was a secret she had told
only Mindy, Calliope and Guinevere. Yet somehow everyone
she babysat, most of whom were her sister's friends, knew
of it.
Guinevere gave her sister the same wide-eyed innocent
that served her so well in school and shrugged.
"How'd you know I shrunk?"
"No bra." Guinevere said. "You never put it back on after
you get shrunk."
"Oh yea." Elvira said, glancing down. Truthfully she
didn't really need a bra. Her breast were not large, but
she usually wore one anyway because her nipples were
oversized and she was self conscious about them. "Back
rub please." she said, lying back down on the bed.
"What'd they make you do?" Guinevere asked, sitting on
Elvira's back she began to massage her sisters'
shoulders.
"Well it seems that Todd lost all his marbles though a
hole in the floor. I was elected to get them. Then Mary
decided that I needed a bath." Elvira sighed. "So
naturally it's a half hour in the bathroom sink while
they argue who gets to do my hair. Luckily the chocolate
wore off before the parents came home."
"Well at least you were clean."
"Oh yea, nothing gets you cleaner than getting dipped in
baby shampoo and rubbed between two sponges." Elvira
shuddered and relaxed as the tension was massaged out of
her body.
"You haven't forgotten about this Sunday have you?"
"No." Elvira sighed. In return for Guinevere's silence
about her condition Elvira was forced every so often to
shrink herself and model Malibu Stacy cloths for her
sister's award winning webpage. The costume designs were
Guinevere originals, and earned her a little money from
the toy company. Elvira wore enough makeup to make sure
no one ever thought she was truly alive, just a well
engineered piece of plastic with some bits of computer
graphics thrown in. Privately Elvira thought she looked
horrible, but the hit counter on Guinevere's website said
otherwise.
"Good, I just finished a Sailor Moon costume."
"Swell." Elvira mumbled. Far worse than the original
designs were Guinevere's tribute designs.
"Mindy said she'd give me a lock of her hair for the
wig."
"She would." Elvira mumbled. Mindy had never missed a
taping. Elvira knew that she enjoyed having her best
friend doll sized. She would think that since Mindy had
been changed into a fairy once herself that her best
friend would have more sympathy. She didn't, and Mindy
often giggled more than Guinevere did during the
sessions. Guinevere massaged her for a few more moments.
"You know blonde hair goes well with another costume..."
"I AM NOT GOING TO BE SMURFETTE!" Elvira said her voice
making the glass in the windows vibrate.
"Ok, ok. But you'd be cute..."
The phone rang and Elvira picked it up, ignoring her
sister's giggle. Elvira loved hockey, and if her hockey
stick shaped phone made her look silly as she talked, so
be it.
"Hello." Elvira mumbled.
"Greetings Elvira." Jeremy Carrion said, his young voice
sounding sweet.
"Hi Jeremy." Elvira said, keeping her voice even.
Guinevere however noticed that the muscles in her
sisters' shoulders had gone rock hard.
"We have a few problems here at the mansion that warrant
your attention."
"Yea right. Forget it Jeremy, I'm tired."
"This is serious." Jeremy said, though his tone sounded
as if he was discussing the weather. "Calliope has
vanished and Mindy has shown up at our door, transformed
into a fairy and in the company of a bound genie."
"A what genie?"
"A young woman in a harem costume who is tied up and
claims to be a genie."
"Let me talk to Mindy."
"She is," Jeremy paused for a moment, "busy." Elvira
heard a loud crash in the background.
"I'll be over in a little while." Elvira said.
An hour later Elvira pulled her moped up to the front
door of Carrion Mansion. The mansion loomed before her, a
near perfect portrayal of gothic menace. It had taken
some fast talking to convince her mother to let her go,
but she'd done it. She didn't want to think about what
she owed her sister for backing her up. Parking her moped
on the side of the house she went up to the large doors.
The gargoyle shaped knocker gazed at her impassively as
she took the ring hanging from its mouth and knocked. The
house seemed to shudder, but Elvira was unaffected. She
was a regular visitor to Carion Mansion.
But when a trap door opened beneath her, plunging the
young babysitter into darkness, she could not contain a
frightened squeal.
Far below the main floor of Carion mansion was a vast
vaulted chamber. Once a mere cellar it had gone through
many changes over the years. Currently it served as the
main laboratory for Jeremy and Helga Carion. Sets of
spiral stairs led into the lab, but were seldom used. The
Carion twins preferred a long slide fed chute or in house
teleportation. Elvira had used the chute before, but
always from the inside of the house. She had never
guessed that the lab could be accessed from the porch.
Still she adapted quickly, stopping her scream and
bracing herself for the landing. The landing when it came
was far different from the last time she had been there.
Instead of landing harshly on a worn mattress Elvira
found herself falling, then stopping and floating.
The transition from full speed fall to sudden hovering
was so quick Elvira squealed again. She was in the
entrance way to the lab, before her stretched table after
table of bubbling chemicals and strange looking
mechanical devices. At the far end was an enormous
computer. After a moment Elvira found herself floating
gently to the floor.
"Upgraded." she said, forcing her voice to sound normal.
The sound of shouting gave her little time to adjust.
Looking up she saw Jeremy and Helga Carion were running
around the tables, each carrying a net. The Carion twins
looked as they always looked, in fact they hadn't seemed
to age in the year and a half Elvira had known them. They
both had the same red hair, his cut short, hers long,
slim builds and cherubic faces. At the moment those faces
glowed with child like delight and intensity.
"Over this way!" Jeremy shouted.
"Head her off!" Helga replied.
"Get the hell away from me!" Mindy screamed. Elvira
hadn't spotted her friend until the shout. Mindy hovered
over the table, darting this way and that to avoid the
nets.
"STOP!" Elvira shouted in a voice that shook the vaulted
ceiling. Jeremy, Helga and Mindy immediately froze for an
instant. Then Mindy flew like a dart straight into her
friends' chest.
"Help!" Mindy shouted. "They want samples!"
"If we are going to help her we need data." Jeremy said,
putting down his net.
"It's not like she needs all of her toes." Helga mumbled,
putting down her own net.
"And it would most likely grow back." Jeremy added.
"Cool it kids." Elvira said, plucking Mindy off of her
chest. "How ya doing?"
"I'm shrunk!" Mindy shouted at her.
"No kidding, now calm down and tell me what happened."
Elvira could see Mindy take a deep breath and slow her
wings. It had been a few months since she had last seen
Mindy as a fairy and she had forgotten how stunning a
sight it was. Normally her friend stood nearly six feet
tall, now she stood about a foot high. Her figure was
still voluptuous, but her fingers and toes were longer
and she had antenna growing out of her forehead.
Dragonfly style wings sprouted from the center and small
of her back. Elvira, used to being doll sized while her
friend played the giant, found the change almost fun.
Reaching down Elvira pulled Mindy from her shirt and held
her in the palm of her hand.
"That was no babysitting job I went to." Mindy said,
visibly forcing herself to calm down. "Lisa Douglas set a
trap."
"She turned you into a fairy?" Elvira asked.
"No, I just changed. Cathay said I'm some sort of moon
fairy now."
"Who's Cathay?"
"I think she might be the genie tied up in the dining
room." Jeremy said.
"You guys have been busy tonight." Elvira said.
"We did not bind her." Helga said.
"Ok, lets go up to the dining room, I want all the facts
at once for a change."
Mindy couldn't stop herself from shuddering until they
left the lab and were well on their way to the dining
room. She had no idea what was wrong with her, but from
the time she and Cathay had left the genie's bottle
anxiety had grown within her. It ate at her mind, making
it hard to think. She hugged her Elvira's shirt as they
climbed the stairs, trying to dig her small fingers
through the fabric and touch her friends' breast. Warmth
spread through body at the thought of touching Elvira's
skin, and Mindy shifted her hand until she could reach
above the hem and touch the exposed neck. With that touch
all the anxiety seemed to melt away, to be replaced by a
warm hungering sensation between her legs.
The first thing Elvira saw when she entered the dining
room was a bound woman wearing a harem costume.
She was nearly Elvira's height, with a plump figure and
light brown hair. Her arms had been crossed behind her
back and a series of ropes held them there. The ropes ran
under and around her breast framing them. A ball gag hung
at her throat, ready to be put in. She was sitting calmly
at the table, watching a small TV.
"Mistress Mindy!" Cathay said, standing and rushing over
to Elvira. "Are you well?"
"Fine." Mindy said, sounding like she was half asleep.
"Mistress Mindy?" Elvira asked. Reaching down she pulled
Mindy off of her chest. "How come I get crazed
supervillains and you get adoring genies?"
For an answer Mindy leapt out of Elvira's hand and dove
beneath her friends shirt.
"Hey!" Elvira shouted, reaching into her shirt. There was
a few seconds worth of battle as Mindy held onto Elvira's
nipple, but Elvira prevailed. Grabbing her friends' legs
she pulled her out.
"The moon is still high." Cathay said, almost sadly.
"What?"
"While the moon is high Mistress Mindy has not the
strength to resist her fairy nature." Cathay said,
looking down. "My spell took that strength from her."
"Well great." Elvira snapped. Taking firm hold of Mindy
she pressed her down on the table. "Jeremy, get me a jar
of cold water will ya?"
The frigid water did its job almost instantly. Mindy felt
an intense shock as her nerves screamed of the sudden
cold. Her mind cleared at about the same time the flush
came to her face.
"Feeling better?" Elvira asked.
"Yea." Mindy mumbled. Climbing out of the jar she sat
down and leaned against it. Though it was not the first
time Mindy had seen the dining hall of Carion Mansion
from a fairies vantage point, the shock of the cold water
brought the room into an almost crystal clarity. It was a
classic room with a vaulted ceiling, candle chandeliers,
deep wood paneling with evenly spaced portraits of Carion
family ancestors, a roaring fireplace and a long wood
table. The romantic in Mindy adored it. But the romantic
part of her huddled in the back of her mind, shivering
with the rest of her.
"Now you know how I felt when you and Guinevere dropped
me into the ice tea." Elvira said, handing her a
washcloth.
Mindy gave her a mean look, but took the cloth and
wrapped it around her body.
"Now want to tell me what happened?"
"I went to that babysitting job for Mrs. Ephemeral."
Mindy said. "But the her daughter Elizabeth turned out to
be Lisa Douglas in disguise. She tricked me into getting
my cloths covered in fudge sauce, then swiped them when I
was in the shower."
"You couldn't see through Lisa's disguise?" Elvira asked.
"It was not a disguise." Cathay said, speaking up. "Lisa
commanded me to make her a child."
Mindy shuddered, remembering how easy it had been for the
supposed twelve year old to trick her.
Poor kid, Elvira thought. It was like any rookie she had
ever taught to play the game of hockey, you could warn
them all you wanted, nine times out of ten they'd still
blow the first shift. Babysitting in their town was
dangerous.
"The name if nothing else should have tipped you off."
Jeremy said. "The word: "Ephemeral" means short lived.
Mindy sunk lower into her washcloth.
"Shut up Jeremy." Elvira snapped. Then she turned to
Mindy once more. "Ok, so your getting out of the shower
naked, what then?"
"I started to look for her." Mindy said. "I still thought
it was Elizabeth. I was mad."
"And somewhat foolish." Jeremy said.
"Babysitting isn't as easy as it looks in all the horror
movies." Elvira said. "So did Lisa pop out with a camera
and get a shot of you?"
"No." Mindy said. She paused, remembering. Suddenly a
thought occurred to her. "No, she didn't. But I'm not
sure why, I mean I was naked, she couldn't have known I
was going to turn into a fairy. Why didn't she have a
camera ready?"
"She did Mistress Mindy." Cathay said. "She had spent the
previous week installing all manor of cameras and
microphones throughout the house. They were connected to
a recording system in the cellar. I believe she was about
to leave with the tapes when she saw you change."
"Oh." Mindy looked stunned.
"So when Lisa saw Mindy change she lost all interest in
getting out of there with the tape." Elvira said.
"Yes."
"Interesting." Helga said. "Then the tape is still
there?"
"The tape!" Mindy shouted, standing up with a look of
panic on her face. "El we've got to get that tape! I was
showering..." she stopped, a look of panic coming on her
face. "With soap... and... and...
soap...!"
"Calm down Mindy." Elvira said. "Cathay does anyone else
know about the house?"
"No. My mistress could not tell anyone without revealing
my existence, and she will not do that."
"Ok, we have some time then." Elvira said.
"Right." Mindy said, taking a deep gulp of air. "But El
if anyone ever sees that tape..."
"I'll go get the tape." Elvira said. "You wait here."
Elvira looked at Jeremy and Helga. "Any chance you can
reverse this spell thing with getting samples?"
The twins looked at each other for a moment, then at
Mindy.
"Hmmm." Jeremy said.
"No, huh?"
"We must have something to work with." Jeremy said.
"An arm or a leg at least." Helga added. "Cathay told us
that Mindy's condition is a result of my fairy potion
mixing with the were-mouse potion Calliope was subjected
too. If she is right Mindy is now a moon fairy and might
change back when the sun rises. But mixed spells are very
difficult to fathom."
"What about you?" Elvira turned to Cathay. "Any idea how
to reverse it?"
"No, for my mistress commanded only to make her
powerless, not to restore her power."
"But you know how it all works." Mindy said.
"Forgive me Mistress Mindy but I do not. I was commanded
to learn why you had changed, and to find a way to remove
any trace of your fairy magic, but beyond that I was
given no commands."
"Ok." Elvira said, standing up. "Let's deal with
everything in order. I'll got get the tape. Jeremy you
and Helga see what you can do about curing Mindy WITHOUT
taking samples."
"Won't be as fun." Helga mumbled.
"El what if I don't grow?" Mindy asked, her voice nearly
a wail.
"We'll order another human suit from Toy's R Us." Elvira
said, starting to go.
"Wait." Jeremy called. "That reminds me that Calliope is
still missing."
"Oh yea." Elvira locked both hands over her head for a
moment and then stretched. "Where was the last place she
was?"
"The high school." Jeremy said. "She was going to leave
her suit and collect a few things from the subway."
"Great." Elvira said. The "subway" was a network of
tunnels built by an alien race that the were-mouse had
gotten friendly with. They had long since left, leaving
the tunnels. "Ok, I'll find Calliope and then we'll go
and pick up the tape. If I can't find her I'll nibble
some chocolate and shrink." She took a deep breath and
let it out slowly. "Any other crisis I've missed?" When
there was no response she bent down
to the table. "Stay cool Mindy, it's Friday night, we got
time to sort this all out."
"I hope so." Mindy said.
Everyone was silent for a few minutes after Elvira left.
Mindy stood up, wrapping her face cloth around her body.
Hesitantly she walked over to the twins.
"Sorry I shouted at you two."
"Quite all right." Jeremy said. Reaching over he picked
the fairy up in his hand, clasping her ankles firmly.
"Getting samples may not be the way to attack the problem
anyway."
"True." Helga said, reaching over she pulled the
washcloth away from Mindy's body. Mindy started to
resist, then realized how futile it was. She lay as still
as possible as Helga's finger softly poked her chest.
"Aside from your emotional instability and increased
sexual desire are their any other symptoms?"
"No." Mindy said, looking down at her feet. Desperately
she tried to pull herself together. "And look I don't
want to talk about sex with 12 year olds."
"We are not twelve." Helga said.
"We're 87." Jeremy said. "Our family ages very slowly."
"You need a babysitter at 87?" Mindy asked.
"Mother's rule." Jeremy said. "It is known that two small
children live here after all."
"We must keep up appearances."
"They are so important to this family." A new voice
agreed.
Mindy looked up to see a woman lowering herself to the
table. She stood taller than Mindy, with delicate,
aristocratic features framed by bright red hair. She held
one of her four arms above her head, and from it a thin
strand of webbing flowed. Bright green eyes sparkled at
the room.
"Good evening Aunt Petunia." Jeremy said.
"Good evening Aunt Petunia." Helga repeated.
"Hi." Mindy said in a very small voice.
Aunt Petunia landed on the table and walked over to them,
pausing to look at Cathay.
"That's Cathay." Jeremy said.
"Mistress." Cathay said, bowing slightly with a
frightened look in her eyes.
Aunt Petunia nodded regally and moved on. She wore a long
dress of glistening silk, one that did nothing to hide a
figure that rivaled Mindy's. In fact with her four arms
and four breast Aunt Petunia was more sensual than Mindy
ever hoped to be.
"My scouts were not wrong then." she said gazing at Mindy
as if the fairy were already bound in a web. "And I heard
the term: "moon fairy" used did I not?"
"Calliope bit her when she was still a fairy." Helga
said. "Her curse and my potion seem to have mixed."
"Delightful." Aunt Petunia said. "But you hardly seem
happy my dear. Understandable with that spell robbing you
of your powers."
"You know the spell?" Mindy asked. Aunt Petunia nodded.
"Do you know how to counter it?"
"I do." The spider queen held out her hand.
"Would you like to come with me? I can perform the
counter in my chamber."
"Aunt Petunia." Jeremy said, pulling Mindy back from the
table. "Elvira has made some rather graphic threats
concerning her friends health..."
"She will not be harmed nephew." Aunt Petunia said,
holding up her hand with the palm facing them. "Family
honor, she will feel no pain."
"Very well." Jeremy said, placing Mindy on the table.
"Very well?" Mindy asked, scrambling away from Aunt
Petunia, her wings quivering in fright. "What about me?"
"Don't you wish to be cured?" Petunia asked, silently
gliding toward her. Mindy reached the edge of the table
and looked down. Flight briefly entered her mind. She
glanced back at the spider queen and was suddenly
captivated by Aunt Petunia's glowing eyes.
"You will be fine."
"I will be fine." Mindy repeated. All the tension and
worry left her as she stood and walked over to Aunt
Petunia. The spider queen picked her up and took hold of
her web line. Arm over arm she began to carry them back
into the ceiling.
**********
Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode one: Curing the Spider People
By Skytower
Mindy McConnell was a fairy for one night only, or so she
thought. But whilst she was a fairy she was bitten by
Calliope McCoy, a wear mouse. It is now the middle of her
first night as a Moon Fairy and Mindy is learning it is
not always an easy life. Powerless due to the efforts of
Lisa Douglas, Mindy has returned to Carion Mansion in
hopes of a cure. Though she does not know it yet, someone
else is hoping to find a cure as well.
(c) Skytower
There was a part of Mindy's mind that was screaming as
she and Aunt Petunia ascended the web line. It was the
memory of the last time she had gone into the crawl
spaces of Carion Mansion. That time she had nearly been
killed, sacrificed to Aunt Petunia. But for some reason
Mindy ignored her memories. She trusted Aunt Petunia.
Besides the Spider Queen claimed to have a cure for
Mindy's fairy condition.
Two of Aunt Petunia's arms pulled them up the webline,
while two more grasped Mindy around the waist. Mindy felt
her body sticking to Petunia's web dress and made sure
her wings did not touch the fabric. Spider webbing was
murder to get off of fairy wings. Petunia smiled at her,
looking at Mindy with those bright green eyes of hers.
Mindy felt her worries fade further into her mind.
They reached the ceiling and passed into it, into the
crawl space between it and the floor of the second story
of Carion Mansion. Before them, lit by small candles
stretched a plain of plaster roofed by massive wooded
jigs. In the dim light the plaster looked like frozen
milk and the beams looked like fallen trees. Four spider
men waited, their heads bowed. Mindy hadn't seen the
spider people for months, but they hadn't changed much.
They each had sloping foreheads, harsh brutal faces,
human torsos somehow linked to the body of spiders.
They had captured her and chased her over half the town
when she escaped. Occasionally they still gave her
nightmares. Aunt Petunia walked over to them, and the
contrast between the queen and her people was striking.
Petunia stood tall and strong. Her red hair was cropped
short, framing a surprisingly delicate face. She was as
full figured as Mindy, but taller, and had four breasts
to match her four arms.
"Send word ahead to prepare my chamber." she said, her
voice light but of absolute command. "Remove all
disturbing sights from our path and command the slave to
absent herself.
"At once great goddess." one of the spider men said. The
group rose and quickly scuttled out of sight. They left a
single candle for their queen.
"Come Mindy." Aunt Petunia took her hand and led Mindy
across the plain. Mindy hesitated, fear starting to
bubble though her calm facade. "Come with me." Petunia
said, her eyes glowing.
"No!" Mindy shouted, her mind finally breaking free. She
tore from the spider queen's grasp and took flight. But
most of the light had gone with the spider men, and her
other senses were too confused by the aftereffects of the
hypnotic spell. She could not find a way back through the
ceiling. She suspected the spider men had closed it.
"Mindy." Aunt Petunia called, her voice light. Light, but
with the same tone of command she had used with the
spider men. "I gave my word not to hurt you, don't you
trust me?"
"No way..." Mindy started to call out then grunted as she
flew into a support beam. She hugged it for a moment,
then fell onto the plaster. It was like falling on
gravel, sharp edges bit into her skin. Mindy looked back,
but the candle had not moved. "You said you weren't going
to hurt me." Mindy said, standing. "But there's a lot of
things you can do that won't hurt."
"I know."
Mindy started at the silky voice and instinctively tried
to take flight again. Petunia had left the candle and was
standing right next to her. Even as Mindy started to fly
she felt a net ensnare her wings. She whirled around,
striking out blindly, only to have her blow hit nothing
but air. Her legs were swept out from underneath her and
Mindy landed on her back. Aunt Petunia grabbed her legs
and rolled her captive onto her stomach. Mindy twisted
and pulled as her legs were wrapped up. Aunt Petunia's
gentle laughter infuriated her. She dug into the plaster
and used the leverage to throw the woman off. Once free
she tried to stand, but her legs were tightly bound. A
shadow moved to her left and then behind her. She felt
Aunt Petunia's hand on her antenna. Mindy squealed and
reached up for them, only to have her wrist seized and
secured together. She tried to pull them down and felt
her wings painfully wrenched.
"Not to hard dear, you might pull them out." Aunt Petunia
whispered. In horror Mindy realized that her wings were
bound to her wrist. Mindy started to respond only to have
her mouth covered with webbing.
Then it was over. Mindy lay on her side, trying to twist
her legs free and trying not to move her arms. She
writhed helplessly as the candle moved toward them.
"That was fun." Aunt Petunia said, putting the candle
down beside her. "But I can't have you struggling while
I'm carrying a candle." She reached over and pressed a
finger into Mindy's forehead.
"That would be a fire hazard." Aunt Petunia said as Mindy
was drawn into darkness.
Mindy awoke in the most uncomfortable position she had
ever been in. She was on her knees, legs spread apart.
Her arms had been pulled behind and above her, while her
wings were held straight above her body. Both were
securely fasted to wooden planks by webbing. Her chin
rested on padded plank board. Something had been wrapped
around her forehead, pulling her head back. Mindy probed
with her antenna, instinctively using her fairy senses.
She was in a small chamber, one lit by candles. The
chamber was dry, warm and smelled faintly of cinnamon.
One other person was in the chamber. Webbing bound
Mindy's body to the wood, but it was only after she
opened her eyes that Mindy realized what sort of wood it
was.
"Popsicle sticks?" she asked, seeing Aunt Petunia laying
on a chaise lounge in front of her.
"Did you never make a Popsicle stick fort Mindy?" Petunia
asked, sitting up. The wood is clean, smooth and well
shaped. I deplore splinters, don't you?"
"Well it's not going to hold me." Mindy snarled, pulling
with all her might. She felt the wood strain, give, then
hold. After a few minutes Mindy gave up and hung there.
Defeated. "Then again."
"Come now Mindy, didn't I say that I'd cure you?" the
Spider Queen walked over to her. "And aren't you feeling
better?"
Mindy suddenly realized she was feeling better. Her
emotions weren't racing out of control, she could use the
fairy senses. But the knowledge of spells, powers and the
other secrets were still closed to her. She could see
them in her mind, but couldn't really see them. It was a
little like looking at the cover of a book, but not being
able to open it.
"How come I don't have any powers?"
"Well I'm afraid you can blame Calliope for that."
Petunia said, starting to circle her captive. "She bit
you when your powers were still forming." Petunia walked
around her and Mindy shivered slightly.
"But you still have enough to aid my people."
"What do you mean?" Mindy asked. "Hey!" she shouted as
she felt Aunt Petunia run a finger down her spine.
"For the past few weeks Mindy there has been a sickness
running through the spider people. I suspect it is
artificial in origin." Mindy stiffened, but kept silent
as the Spider Queen started to massage her bottom. "There
is a group of alien ants that have been warring with my
spiders for years now."
"Alien Ants?" Mindy asked, her voice breaking slightly.
Aunt Petunia was slowly starting to massage her ass,
coming closer to the crack.
"Yes. Annoyances up to now, my warriors were more than a
match for them. But with this sickness my warriors are
weak. Too weak to fight, too weak to hunt. The ants have
started to make territorial
gains."
"Stop that!" Mindy shouted, squirming as Aunt Petunia
reached her hand between Mindy's legs and slowly began to
rub her pussy. She pulled again, but again the wood and
webbing defied her.
"No." Petunia said.
For a few moments there was silence as Petunia continued
to massage her. Mindy could do nothing but strain against
her bonds and try to keep her body under control. Her
body overcame her and she could feel her stomach tighten
and her breasts grow hard. Moisture began to collect
between her legs. Her antenna stiffened.
"I myself am immune to this sickness." Aunt Petunia said,
abruptly stopping her erotic massage. She walked back to
stand in front of Mindy. "But how to transfer that
immunity from my blood to that of
my people? My blood will not mix with theirs, nor have I
been able to use my blood to make a serum." She smiled.
"But then you came back. As a fairy."
"I don't understand."
"You will." Petunia said. Reaching down she cupped one of
Mindy's breast in her hand. Slowly she began to massage
it, squeezing the base and pulling until she reached the
nipple. Mindy felt the breast harden in her wake. Aunt
Petunia let go and Mindy felt an electric shock between
the spider queen's fingers and her own nipple. "Do you
want to know how I solved the puzzle?"
"Ok." Mindy growled, once more her fairy sex drive was
pushing her body to respond, despite her struggles.
"One of my warriors, I believe you know him, Nails, he
was the one who first captured you. He was dying, and as
per the costume of the Spider People he was allowed to
spend his last night with me."
"You have sex with these things!" Mindy screamed.
Aunt Petunia burst out laughing and Mindy felt her face
burning.
"My dear you are entirely to provincial to be a fairy."
"There not human." Mindy protested.
"Neither am I. Nor for that matter are you, at least not
until sun rise." Aunt Petunia pointed out, laughing
softly at her captive. "Well after a night with me Nails
not only survived, he was back to full health. At first I
could not discern why. So I tried making love to other
sick spider people. Each recovered. At last I realized
what it was. Milk."
"Milk?" Mindy asked, her heart stopping.
"Yes." Aunt Petunia stood back and gestured to her
breast. "My breast need little stimulation to provide
milk, and it seems that drinking it is a cure."
Mindy let her breath out in a long silent whistle.
"But how to cure all of them?" Aunt Petunia asked. "I
enjoy sex Mindy, more than you could know being so young,
but there are over 200 men, women and children here. I
can't spend the night with each of them."
"I don't have any milk." Mindy said quickly, feeling
sweat begin to cover her body. "Helga said she took away
the glands to make room for my wing muscles."
"I know. But she left just enough for what I plan to do."
"Wh...wha... what... what is... what.." try as she might
Mindy could not ask the question.
"It's very simple." Aunt Petunia said, a small smile on
her face. "You shall drink my milk." she cupped her
breast, then ran finger to Mindy's mouth. "It shall pass
through you, "her finger flowed down from Mindy's mouth,
down her neck, lingering for a moment in the hollow of
her throat, "and be imbued with fairy magic." her finger
continued down the captive fairies chest, running along
the breast to
the nipple. "Then my people will drink the enhanced milk.
Only one or two swallows will suffice."
Mindy swallowed hard.
"How many..." Mindy swallowed hard. "how many spider
people are there exactly?"
"Well it will be a long night." Aunt Petunia said. "But
you will be saving an entire race Mindy. Isn't that worth
more than your own sexual morals?"
Mindy was silent, trying to take it all in. Without her
they would die, or at least some of them would. But the
thought of over two hundred spider people sucking her
breast... She shivered in fear and revulsion.
What would Janeway do, Mindy silently asked the universe.
What would any of her heroes do? Mindy searched her
memory, running through every science fiction book she
had ever read, but none of the hero's in those books were
being asked quite what she was being asked. Still, if it
meant an entire race...
"I don't have a choice in this do I?" Mindy asked,
suddenly hoping the decision wasn't hers.
"In a way you do." Aunt Petunia said. "There is no way
you can stop my people from suckling, but it would be
difficult to force you to drink from me."
"Oh." Great, Mindy thought. Elvira gets villains to
fight, I get were-mice and spiders that want to do it
with me. It's not fair.
"Ok." Mindy said, her body sagging with the decision.
"It won't be as bad as that dear." Aunt Petunia said,
trying to hide her amusement. "Because a part of this I
did not mention was that you will have to be stimulated
properly." she clapped her hands and someone walked into
the chamber. Casey Chapel hadn't changed much since Mindy
had last seen her. Tall and slim, with curly red hair,
thin lips and hazel eyes. She wore nothing and Mindy was
grateful that hair had grown over the woman's vagina
tattoo. Her eyes were dull as she bowed before Aunt
Petunia.
"As you command great goddess."
"I love to hear her say that." Aunt Petunia said with a
slight musical laugh. "You know what to do."
"Yes." Casey said. She walked behind Mindy and the
captive fairy yelped as Casey's fingers began to probe
her vagina.
"Hey!" Mindy shouted, squirming futilely against her
bonds.
"We should have music as well." Aunt Petunia said. "Play
the tape!" she shouted. There was a pause and then what
Mindy recognized as Mozart filled the chamber.
"Get her off of me!" Mindy growled, her growl turning to
a high pitch as she felt Casey's tongued replace her
fingers.
"Come now dear." Aunt Petunia said, moving toward her.
"You need to be stimulated and I have to be in the
front."
She started to caress Mindy's antenna and they stiffened
at her touch. Mindy felt a wave of desire flood over her,
her body suddenly felt as hot as the sun. She breathed
deeply trying to cool it. Moisture was dripping between
her legs, what little was getting past Casey's highly
skillful tongue. The woman seemed to have a road map of
Mindy's nether region and found her clitoris with ease.
She teased it, sucked it, wrapped her tongue around it.
Mindy could have sworn the slave was whispering to it.
The result was surge after surge of erotic energy
cascading through her body. Aunt Petunia took one of
Mindy's antennas into her mouth and gently ran her tongue
over it, producing more energy. Mindy felt like she was
shooting the rapids of some massive river. She couldn't
get enough air into her lungs, her mouth was hot and dry.
When Aunt Petunia's breast brushed against her mouth the
captive fairy needed no prompting. Her mouth opened and
she drew the nipple inside, sucking for all she was
worth. The liquid that filled her mouth was milk with the
added taste of strawberries and ginger mixed with rum. It
hit her system and made the sexual cravings she had been
feeling seem mild by comparison.
Two spider men had entered the room. Mindy sensed them,
but ignored them. Each had the same sloping forehead,
Cro-Magnon face, powerful torsos and spider bodies. They
moved silently to kneel beneath her. Then each took one
of her breast into their mouths.
Mindy bucked, nearly tearing the wood and webbing apart.
But the restraints held her powerless, vulnerable. Each
spider man pressed his mouth over her aureole and ran
their tongues along her nipples.
An electric charge seemed to erupt from her breast. Stars
filled her eyes as she felt the spider men suck. Insanely
she wondered what her milk tasted like to them. It came
out of her, but she didn't feel any loss. Rather she felt
more alive the more they sucked and was actually sorry
when they withdrew. Her nipples felt warm, comfortably
warm. But they had no time too cool as within moments two
more mouths fastened themselves to her breast.
In her mind Mindy imagined a bizarre parade of spider
people, dancing to the music as they nursed at her bosom.
The stars became galaxies as Aunt Petunia and Casey
allowed her no rest. Casey probed with tongue and
fingers, leaving no part of Mindy's rear untouched. At
some point the captive fairy realized she was moaning,
but her own voice sounded strange. Aunt Petunia kept her
antennas stiff and caressed each one with fingers, tongue
and more. Using her body in a way Mindy could not have
imagined the spider queen hung upside down. First one
antenna, then the other was eased into Aunt Petunia's
pussy, driving Mindy to greater and greater heights of
passion.
Bound as she was Mindy was helpless to aid in the
process. She could only react, and in that there was some
frustration. Mindy longed to break free of her bonds and
dive into Petunia's body with her own. In her lust crazed
mind the fairy imagined the spider queen writhing under
Mindy's own fingers and tongue. But these fantasies
lasted only for moments, for each one prompted her to
move, and each time she tried to move it was brought home
to her that she was a powerless captive. Time shattered
for Mindy at some point. In her mind she had always been
and would always be bound for some one else's pleasure.
She welcomed the knowledge.
{Will Mindy survive the night? Most likely. Will she
remember it fondly? (would you?). And what has happened
to Elvira and Calliope? These questions will be answered
in the future.}
**************
Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode twenty two: Of Ants and Robots
By Skytower
Elvira Peterson slowed her moped to a stop a block away
from Karloff High School, resting it in the shadows of
the Sunny Smiles Mortuary. The name of the high school
had nothing to do with the actor Boris Karloff, though
few people believed that and the looks of the place
didn't help. The building was the gift of Yohan Karloff,
who migrated to the town after World War 1 with a trunk
of stolen gold. He used the gold to build himself a mini-
empire, ruling the town with an iron fist. Unfortunately
his iron fist had rusted during the anti-Japanese and
anti-German drives of the forties. The high school had
been his last stab at gaining a good public image before
the lynch mob had busted into his office and hanged him.
Legend had it that he haunted the high school.
The building itself was a confusing jumble of gothic
church architecture and art deco design. The main
building had the gothic spires and bell tower of a
mediaeval monastery. It extended back two blocks and
ended on the shores of the Dead Diamond River. From the
main building branched two longer buildings, one east and
one west. These were two stories, slate roof brownstones,
each with a widow's walk.
On the father end of the east building was a concrete
block gymnasium and swimming pool. Underneath it all was
the remains of a pagan temple and the place where a
crashed UFO had lain for years undisturbed. The UFO had
been shaken by the building of the gym and it's
inhabitants had fixed the ship and left, leaving behind
an elaborate tunnel system, some odds and ends of
technology, and one wear-mouse who had known them.
And who, Elvira thought rather crossly, kept using the
tunnels (or the "Subway" as they had named them) as a
second home. In truth Elvira couldn't really blame
Calliope, living with Jeremy and Helga Carrion couldn't
have been easy. Still where else would a tiny mouse girl
live? Her aunt was Aunt Petunia's slave and her parents
were lost in pre-history. Elvira had no idea when the
time machine would be fixed.
Elvira opened the saddlebag compartment of her moped and
pulled out a fanny pack. Experience had taught her to
carry a few things at all times. The fanny pack held a
bag of M&M's, a flashlight, a small hockey stick and a
set of Malibu Stacy gym cloths.
"Damn!" Elvira swore, looking at the cloths. "I'm gonna
dunk you for this sis." In the bag there was a small
white halter-top, blue skirt and a red cape. A stylized
"S" was on the halter-top. Over the past few months it
had become a game with Guenivere, to find and replace her
sisters selection of practical doll cloths with something
flashier. She refused to listen when Elvira insisted that
it wasn't a good idea to be flashy when you were only 12
inches tall. To Guenivere anyone who had a special
ability should dress accordingly. That meant Elvira had
worn over the past few months a Wonder Woman, Green
Lantern and a Xena costume, all to the great amusement of
Guenivere, Mindy and who ever Elvira was babysitting at
the time.
"This time I'm gonna throw her in the river, I don't care
what mom says."
In the back of the gym stood the school dumpster. Elvira
hoped on top of it, climbed up the drainpipe to the gym
roof and scuttled across toward the air conditioning duct
that was the "fairy" entrance to the school.
The aliens had not only tunneled through the town they
had also carved numerous passageways through many of its
buildings. Elvira hoped Calliope was there, if not she'd
have to shrink and go look for her. She was halfway to
the duct when a sound caused her to freeze. In the dim
light she saw a large object being moved slowly across
the roof. Elvira flattened herself, grateful that she was
wearing blue jeans and a dark shirt.
Calliope's robot suit, the face hanging open, was being
towed across the roof. Ten dozen or so extra large ants
had roped its feet and were dragging it to the edge of
the roof. Watching from the shadows Elvira could tell
that these were the ants that Aunt Petunia had once
spoken off. A little larger than mice there were
definitely insects. They had large front mandibles and
segmented bodies, but with human eyes in each head.
Human-like arms grew from the middles of their bodies and
reached over their heads. They wore no clothing, but
their skins were deeper shades of red and brown. One of
them carried a whip and used it mercilessly against the
ants pulling the body.
Where was Calliope, Elvira wondered? The moppet would
never surrender the body, she liked piloting it too much.
She got her answer in a moment when a figure emerged from
behind the duct. Even in the dim light Elvira recognized
Timothy Simmons. At 6 feet 10 inches Timothy was still
filling out to the man he would become. Or at least,
that's what he most likely told himself. Truthfully
Timothy was 18 and Elvira doubted he'd ever develop past
the stage he was at now, rail thing with a head slightly
too large for his body.
It didn't help that he had white hair and an adams apple
that looked like a tennis ball. Combine his physical
appearance with his love of poetry and Japanese animation
and you had a stereotypical nerd. In any other school he
might have been bullied, but Elvira didn't allow bullies
at her school. That was in fact part of the reason she
was set to graduate a year late, too many fights and too
many suspensions.
All of this flashed through Elvira's mind for a full
second before she spotted the cage in Timothy's hand.
Crumpled in a heap was Calliope.
"You shouldn't have fought so hard." Timothy said,
holding the cage up to his face. "All they wanted was the
suit."
Calliope sobbed and Elvira had to fight to stay still.
Timothy she could take, but the last year and a half had
taught her not to underestimate smaller creatures. There
was no telling what the ant creatures had to fight with.
Another thing was that Timothy was dressed in a form
fitting flight suit with a bullet shaped helmet. Strapped
to his side was a gun of some sort. So she watched as the
ant creatures pulled Calliope's robot body onto a
platform and secured it there. Then they crowded on
themselves and it hovered in the air. Timothy touched a
control on his belt, floated into the air and the whole
party flew off into the distance.
"Oh great." Elvira hissed. Scrambling across the roof she
climbed down and sprinted down the street to her moped.
She reached it just as Timothy and the rat creatures
vanished behind the trees. Kicking the moped into gear
Elvira followed them.
An hour later Elvira slowed her bike to a stop and pulled
in behind a copse of trees. A half-mile down the road was
a set of concrete block buildings surrounded by an
electric fence. It didn't really surprise her. The
"secret military base" was the only thing in the
direction Timothy and his friends had been heading. She
watched as he carried Calliope into one building while
the suit was taken into an aircraft hanger. A full moon
hung over the place, making the buildings look pale,
almost ghostly. Around her the nighttime sounds of the
forest hid whatever sounds came from the base.
"Great." Elvira whispered. The military base was the
worse kept secret in town, everyone new about it. Nestled
beside Heavenly Swamp the base had been built in the 50's
and abandoned, then revived a few years back. No one
actually knew what went on, but enough strange lights had
been seen in the sky near it to give the impression it
was an "Area 51" set up. Up until a few months ago the
place had caused periodic power failures. That had
stopped when they had blown the power during the
Superbowl. After that the mayor had threatened to
complain to the White House if they didn't fix what ever
was causing it. No one in town had ever been in the base
as far as Elvira knew. The troops supposedly stationed
there stayed there.
"Well, time to have a look." Elvira said, starting to put
some branches on the moped to hide it.
Cautiously Elvira crept toward the fence, keeping in the
shadows as much as possible. She briefly considered going
back to the mansion for help, but Mindy was in no shape
for this sort of thing, and the twins were way too
unpredictable. The woods ended ten feet from the fence
and Elvira crouched behind a small blue pine tree. No way
to climb it, not without a rubber suit anyway, no way to
dig under it, the base was concrete for five feet in
either direction. That left only one way in.
Damn it, she thought, beginning to unbutton her blouse.
Irritated she threw it to the ground and pulled of her
bra, the cool night air raising goose bumps on her
exposed skin. Her oversized nipples stiffened as a cold
breeze caught and caressed them. Sitting down she pulled
off her sneaker and socks, pushing the socks into the
sneakers. Taking the fannypack off she laid it on the
ground and then unbuckled her pants and pulled them down.
Her underwear was the last to go and the nude young woman
shivered in the cool air. Pine needles bit into her feet,
and Elvira almost fell when she stepped onto a pinecone
and it stuck to her instep. Grabbing the tree for balance
she threw the cone away and then picked up her cloths.
She took an M&M out of the pack and then stuffed the pack
into her pants. Her sneakers and shirt went in next and
Elvira was reaching for her bra and underwear when she
saw them.
"Oh hell." Elvira said.
The first wolf was clearly the alpha male. He moved with
a grace that few dogs could have matched and his white
eyes matched the ethereal glow the moon cast over the
night. Three other wolves followed him, one a little
smaller, the other two very young. They were a young
family out on a hunt, Elvira guessed. One of the many
that had been re-introduced to the forest. Left to find
food on their own. And here was a tasty young human,
already unwrapped and ready for seasoning. Slowly she
backed up, and just as slowly they followed her.
It could have been a scene from the earliest time of man,
when he faced nature alone and naked. When Elvira felt
her feet on the concrete she backhanded her bundle of
cloths over the fence. The two adults watched her with
amused interest while the two pups were having a tug of
war with her bra. Elvira kept backing up, making no
sudden movements and keeping her eyes on the ground in
front of the wolves. Now was no time to challenge them.
When she got near enough to the fence to hear the humming
of the electricity through the wires the young woman put
the M&M into her mouth and bit down.
As soon as Elvira tasted the chocolate her world changed.
Her body was enveloped in a cold chill, then a hot rush.
The world around her turned into a collection of light
and dark shapes as her eyes struggled to focus. An
orgasmic feeling cascaded through her body and when it
faded she was lying on the concrete.
Elvira looked up, but stayed completely still as the
confused wolves walked toward the fence. Each of them was
now the size of an 18 wheeled truck, and their
yellow/white teeth reminded Elvira of highway supports.
In all the times she had been shrunk Elvira hadn't yet
encountered a dog or cat, but now she'd make a point to
avoid them. The wolves sniffed around, being careful not
to come too close to the fence. When they were distracted
by the pups, who had finally managed to tear her bra
apart and were now fighting over her underwear, Elvira
jumped up and ran to the fence, jumping through the
links. She landed in a rollover and looked back. Confused
the wolves were mulling around, looking for her, but they
weren't going near the fence.
Elvira sighed as she stood up and looked for her cloths.
Then flattened herself to the ground again as the sound
of wings reached her ears. The owl missed her and Elvira
froze as it swung around for another pass. Then her world
changed once more and she found herself at full height,
looking at an astonished and suddenly frightened owl. It
hooted indignantly at her as it flew off.
"That'll teach ya." Elvira said, laying back on the grass
and trying to steady her breathing. In one way she could
sympathize, the owl had been expecting a 12 inch tall
meal, not a 5 foot 5 inch young woman with wide hips,
small breast with large nipples and shoulder length brown
hair. "I wonder what else'll try to eat me tonight." She
groaned, rolling over and reaching for her cloths. From
the other side of the fence the wolves watched silently.
"Go away." She hissed, feeling a blush come to her face.
It was ridiculous of course, but she was naked, and they
were staring.
Shrugging the feelings of embarrassment off Elvira picked
up her cloths and quickly put her shirt on. Luckily she
had become experienced enough to know that one M&M was
worth about 2 to 5 minutes of shrinkage. It was the
Hershey Kisses that kept her small for hours.
20 minutes later Elvira crouched behind a set of steps
and looked cautiously around. As far as she could tell
the place was deserted. She shifted uncomfortably, her
jeans rubbing in places they normally didn't rub. Next
time she'd remember to pack an extra pair of underwear in
the fanny-pack.
"Halt!"
Elvira froze and looked around, not ten feet away from
her Timothy hovered fifteen feet above the ground, his
gun drawn and leveled at her.
"Elvira?" He asked, suddenly recognizing her. "What are
you doing here?"
"Looking at you." Elvira replied. He was in the same suit
she had seen him in earlier. It was a garish assemblage
of colors, red boots, orange pants, green shirt, his left
glove yellow, his right glove red, and a blue circle with
a black star on it covering his chest. A silver belt,
glowing white seemed to be keeping him in the air. That
the whole outfit was made of skintight material was the
last affront to fashion. "And trying not to laugh."
"Turn around and put your hands against the wall."
Timothy said, his face turning red.
"No."
He aimed at the wall and fired, causing a red beam to
lance across the distance and a four-foot section of the
wall to glow red and dissolve. For a moment Elvira just
looked at it, then back at him. Then she turned and faced
the wall.
"Hands on the wall." He repeated.
"Where'd you get the pop gun and the outfit?" Elvira
asked, putting her hands slightly above her and on the
wall.
"I'm part of a project." He said, from his voice Elvira
could tell he had landed. She stiffened as he began to
pat down her leg. "What are you doing here?"
Instead of answering Elvira planted both hands against
the wall, gave a short jump and mule kicked him in the
chest. Then she fell back on top of him, rolling off and
grabbing his gun hand at the same time. A quick twist of
his wrist caused Timothy to drop the gun and Elvira
rolled up, pointing it at him.
"There's a reason they tell people to spread their legs
out before they search them." She said. "You haven't been
paying attention to NYPD Blue have you? Now what's going
on here? Where is Calliope and what are those ant
things?"
"You know about the aliens?"
"Yea, I saw them hauling Calliope's robot suit."
"No, not the Nobilians, the mouse aliens. Calliope's
their queen."
Elvira laughed, she couldn't help it.
"Calliope's a were-mouse you idiot. She's not queen of
anything. Now what about the ants?"
"Nobilians." Timothy said, standing up and brushing at
his costume. "They're here to help us."
"Help us do what?"
"Fight the aliens who threaten the planet." Timothy said,
managing to sound a little pompous.
"What aliens?" Elvira asked.
"The Spideareans." Timothy said.
"The spider men? Aliens? Well, maybe... but they're not a
threat."
"They are!" Timothy insisted. "And now that we've
captured the mouse creatures queen we can finally defeat
them."
"We?"
Almost as soon as she said the word Elvira regretted it.
It was a straight line, and a deadly one at that. She
dodged sideways a second to late and felt a stab of pain
slam into her back. For a few seconds she felt a thousand
red-hot pokers rammed into her head. Then she felt
nothing.
Elvira woke with her arms and neck aching. She was
standing, with her arms pulled up above her head and
fastened with heavy metal chains. Cold, icy metal chains.
Her fingers felt numb from the metal pressing into her
wrist. Opening her eyes Elvira looked around,
straightening her legs at the same time. She was in a
cell, one of four. There was a sink, toilet and bunk, as
well as four more sets of manacles on the wall. The bars
in the cell were spaced too close together to squeeze
through even if she had been free. The cells were two to
each side of the room, with a corridor between them. A
table with her fannypack on it sat in the corridor. A
small window was set into the door, but from her angle
Elvira couldn't see anything through it.
"Oh yea, I love spending my Friday nights like this."
Elvira whispered, standing and lifting her arms to take
some of the strain from them.
"Glad to see your awake, traitor!" Timothy said walking
into the room. Behind him a fat woman wearing a black
dress and walking with a cane peered at her. She had a
big, beefy face with small blue eyes and dark black hair.
Around her neck was a gold necklace with a blue diamond.
"Ok, start explaining Timothy." Elvira said.
"Hah." The old woman spat, her dry voice crackling with
contempt. "You make demands of us?"
"You bet Broomhilda. What is going on?"
"Her name is Mrs. Vincent." Timothy said. "And she's the
reason the aliens you're helping haven't conquered the
planet."
"Really."
"I am the director of the place." Mrs. Vincent said.
"Charged by the President himself with protecting our
planet."
"From a bunch of spiders?"
"And their allies." Mrs. Vincent said. "For nearly a year
now Timothy and I along with the Nobilians have been
fighting them, foiling their plots. Up until last week
our victory seemed far away, we were winning but slowly.
But now, thanks to Timothy's sharp eye we have the means
to destroy them once and for all."
"What is she talking about?" Elvira looked at him. "Is
she talking about Calliope?"
"I saw her." Timothy said, a slight flush on his face. "I
saw her getting out of her robot suit, that's when I
realized she was in league with them."
"You saw her getting out of the suit?" Elvira asked. "The
only place Calliope gets out of that suit is either home
or the girls locker room in school." His face became
redder as she talked. "So, either you've been using a
telescope on Carrion Mansion, or they've re-opened the
peephole in the girls shower."
"I told him to do it." Mrs. Vincent said. "I guessed that
one of the girls in the school was not as she appeared."
"So how long did you have to look?"
"It doesn't matter." Timothy said, looking away.
"How long?"
"Six months." Mrs. Vincent said as he looked away.
"Well, there's devotion to duty."
"His devotion was rewarded." Mrs. Vincent said.
"I bet. You get any pictures?"
"Because of him we were able to capture the mouse queen,"
Mrs. Vincent said, as Timothy looked away again, "and we
have her suit. With the power core from her suit we have
finished our ultimate weapon years ahead of time."
"Ultimate weapon?"
"A giant robot." Timothy said. "Tonight I'm going to
pilot it and destroy the aliens once and for all."
"What aliens?" Elvira demanded exasperated.
"They ones you baby-sit." Mrs. Vincent said. "Carrion
Mansion is to be destroyed."
Elvira laughed.
"You think we can't do it?" Timothy demanded, striding to
her cell.
"I think Superman would have trouble doing it." Elvira
said.
"This would have been true last night." Mrs. Vincent
said. "But thanks to Timothy and our brave Nobilian
friends it is not true anymore. With the power core from
the human suit, and the access codes from the suits
computer, we can disable the defenses and destroy Carrion
Mansion."
"And all the aliens inside." Timothy said.
They could do it, Elvira realized. She knew that Carrion
Mansion had some heavy-duty weapons around it. Jeremy and
Helga had often taken great joy and pride in showing them
to her, and were often disappointed when she didn't let
them demonstrate the weapons on passing cars. Calliope's
human suit had to have special passwords so she wouldn't
be blown up as soon as she got in range.
"Timothy think about this for a moment." Elvira said,
giving him a hard look. "Do you really think she's on the
level?"
"Why wouldn't she be?"
"Why! Timothy think, use that tiny peanut in your skull
for a moment. The government builds a robot for use
against supposed alien invaders. Who do they choose to
pilot it? Astronauts? Some top gun hot shot? Anyone with
combat experience? No, they go to a high school kid. Come
on, you can't buy that?"
"Despite his youth Timothy has impressed me many times."
Mrs. Vincent said. "I have faith in him."
"Great, my tax dollars at work." Elvira looked at Timothy
and he straightened his shoulders and gave her a defiant
glare.
"So what happens to me?" Elvira asked.
"You will be put on trial." Timothy said. "After the
battle. With luck you'll just get prison."
"Luck?"
"It is better than you deserve." Mrs. Vincent said. "For
now, you may hang there and wait until we have destroyed
the aliens."
Elvira looked around the cell for a moment.
"Well if I'm just going to hang here can you give me
something to eat? I've got some M&M's in my pack."
Timothy looked at Mrs. Vincent and after a moment she
nodded. Reaching into the pack he pulled out the M&M's
and the Supergirl outfit.
"Still playing with dolls Elvira? The guys in the locker
wouldn't believe it."
"Since when do the rest of them let you into the boys
locker room Whitey?" Elvira snapped.
Timothy turned pale for a moment, then red.
"You want these?" He said, holding up a handful of the
M&M's. He threw them at her. "Take em."
Elvira snapped at the candies as they hit her face, but
missed them. She saw the Supergirl outfit fall to the
floor. Timothy gave a short laugh and stalked out.
"Such a sensitive boy." Mrs. Vincent said, smiling.
"And dumb too." Elvira said. "You going to tell me what's
really going on?"
"Later." Mrs. Vincent said. Smiling she started toward
the door. "When it's all over."
"Amazing." Elvira hissed, struggling to get her sneakers
off. "A bad guy that doesn't boast."
An hour later Elvira missed her 32cnd M&M as it bounced
off her forehead and dropped into her blouse. There were
now 20 or so of them, bunched up just above her belt. And
no more on the floor, except a few out of her reach.
Elvira growled and bent her head down to her chin. She
bounced up and down a few times and after a few misses
grabbed the neck of her blouse with her teeth.
Elvira pulled and twisted, pulling in her stomach as far
as she could. The fabric tasted like a gag in her mouth,
and she couldn't stop the drooling, but it worked. The
bottom of her blouse pulled out of her pants and M&M's
fell to the floor, some catching in the cuff of her pants
leg. Sighing she spat out the blouse and sagged for a
moment. It had taken her nearly fifteen minutes to get
her sneakers and socks off, and she'd spent nearly as
much time learning how to grab M&M's with her toes. Her
ankles were sore from trying to flip the candies up to
her mouth.
"Every kid in town can put a Hershey into my mouth from
across the room." Elvira swore. "They can do it, I can do
it."
Taking a deep breath Elvira grabbed hold of the manacles
and lifted her legs up. When she was in a sitting
position Elvira gave a quick flick of her feet and
launched the M&M into the air. It sailed toward her open
mouth, and her tongue snaked out as far as she could
stretch it, trying to form a runway for the candy. Her
entire body quivered and tensed as she fought to keep it
still. The M&M sailed through the air bounced off of her
tongue into the back of her throat.
Elvira swallowed with a feeling of triumph and waited her
body sagging with relief. For a few minutes nothing
happened, worrying the teenager. Then the familiar
orgasmic feeling hit her and a few seconds later she was
lying in the pile her cloths had formed.
"Oh yea." She whispered a bit breathlessly. "The candy
coating had to melt."
Getting up she walked between the bars and out of the
cell. A few minutes later the effect of the chocolate
wore off and she grew once more. Elvira leaned against
the wall and took a deep breath. Then she went over to
the door and looked through the small window. A small lab
lay beyond the door. Elvira could see tables with
computers and chemical equipment set up. The computers
were in screen saver modes, an anime scheme played
endlessly on them. Giant robots fought each other
endlessly.
Another mark against them, Elvira thought, they don't use
Macs.
Satisfied that no one was around Elvira went back to the
cell and reached out for her cloths. They were out of
reach. She could reach a few of them M&M's, but not the
cloths.
"Damn!" Elvira swore, cursing herself for not dragging
them through the bars when she had the chance. Getting up
she crossed to the door, hoping the key was on the other
side. But the knob refused to turn. The door was locked.
Elvira growled her frustration growing and drew her arm
back to smash the door, but stopped.
"Think El, don't just act." She said aloud, echoing
Mindy's oft given advice. She took another deep breath
and looked at the door. Leaning down she saw a smaller
door set into the corner, big enough for the ant
creatures to come through. Taking the small hockey stick
out of the fanny pack she pushed and the door swung
easily. Going over to the cell she grabbed a handful of
the M&M's and popped four of them into her mouth. Again
the orgasmic feeling took her and when it left she lay on
the floor, gazing for a few moments at the great chasm
the room had become.
"Hookers don't cum this often." Elvira muttered,
struggling into the Supergirl suit.
Elvira peered cautiously around the corner as she opened
the door. The floor before her was solid black, with
tiles that were as large as the rug in her living room.
Tables as tall as buildings were spaced evenly, and above
her, seemingly as high as the moon was the to the Earth,
fluorescent lights lit the place blandly. She stepped
out, sticking to the wall. Cautiously she walked around
the room, keeping the hockey stick ready. As usual the
Guenivere-sewed costume fit, and Elvira had no doubt her
sister, if she was there, would pick her up and fly her
around the room while making wind noises. Elvira was
almost glad to be facing some demented megalomaniac
instead.
She became aware of a sound and froze every sense alert.
It was music, sort of. Elvira turned until she found the
source, then walked over to one of the tables. It was
definitely music, but not a radio, and with no
instruments. A ladder, obviously made for the ant
creatures, straddled one of the table legs.
"Wear off already." Elvira hissed, hoping the chocolate
would wear off and let her grow. It had to have been
eight minutes, she was sure of it. But nothing happened.
"Oh hell." She said and started to climb. If she grew mid
climb she'd simply jump off, but the outfit would be
shredded. Elvira had learned to strip out of a costume in
seconds if she felt a growth spurt coming. If nothing
else it saved a lecture from her sister on how difficult
they were to sew.
About half way up Elvira recognized Calliope's voice, and
realized it wasn't the only one. The song they were
singing was a Beatles tune, "For the Benefit of Mr.
Kite."
Peering over the edge of the table Elvira saw what looked
like a P.O.W. camp. Cages were arranged in the center of
the table, some empty, some holding the rat-like
creatures that the spider men used to fly around the city
and some holding dead spider men. Elvira's stomach turned
as she saw that some of the rats and some of the spider
men had been dissected. In a cage near the center of the
table Calliope, along with four spider men huddled around
a small bottle cap. There were no guards in sight.
Calliope was tapping out the beat to the song on the
bottle cap. Suddenly two ant creatures with swords
stalked up and down the center of the table.
Sword against hockey stick, Elvira thought, looking at
them closely. The ant creature's bodies were divided into
four semi-ball like segments. Two legs came out of each
of the segments, all ending in paw-like feet. Arms grew
out of the second segment. They reached over the head for
about a half-inch ahead of the face. The arms ended in
three fingers and a thumb claws. The faces were almost
human like, with human eyes, a human nose and mouth, but
the mouth had neither tooth nor tongue, instead a small
hand could be seen in it.
"Wrong rhythm." Calliope corrected one of the spider men.
She tapped out on the bottle cap. "Like that, ok John."
Looking around the table Elvira saw a beaker filled with
a white bubbling white liquid. It was just close enough
to her, and Calliope was distracting the ant creatures.
The beaker wasn't marked, but it stood on a Bunsen burner
and the flame was on low.
Hoping it was acid Elvira crept over to the beaker and
pressed the but end of her hockey stick against it. She
was just getting ready to tip it over when Calliope saw
her.
"Supergirl?" the wear-mouse shouted, alerting the ant
creatures.
With a grunt Elvira tipped the beaker over, causing the
white liquid to flood the tabletop. It affected the ant
creatures not at all. They charged swords ready and
Elvira was stuck on the edge of the table. She dived
behind the Bunsen burner, forcing them to split up. They
came at her from each side and Elvira swung her stick,
parrying one sword even as she ducked under the other.
She kicked out, missing and falling on her back. Both
swords swung down at her with eye blurring speed and she
managed to catch both of them with her stick.
For a few moments there was a contest of strength. Elvira
lost as the sticks started to come closer. Desperately
she dropped down and grabbed the burner with her legs.
With a quick wrench she tipped it over. It worked, the
burner tipped over onto one of the ant creatures, the
flame going out instantly due to its safety cap. But it
panicked and staggered back.
With one of her foes occupied Elvira rolled out from
under the others sword and swung her stick, catching the
creatures arm near the joint on it's back. It backed
away, the arm hanging uselessly and Elvira rolled into a
summersault just as the second ant creature swung at her
from behind.
For a moment they stood there, taking each other's
measure. Slowly Elvira backed up. For each step she took
the ant creatures took a step.
"Elvira is that you?" Calliope called.
"Now's not a good time Calliope." Elvira answered. Again
she was being forced to the end of the table, and the
injured ant's arm was starting to twitch.
"Get us out of here!" Calliope called again. "The spider
men can handle them."
"Great idea." Elvira said. "Just tell these two to step
back so I can get to the cage."
She'd reached another end of the table and once more they
closed in. Elvira kept edging sideways, hoping for an
opening, but none appeared. After a few minutes Elvira
glanced over her shoulder. They'd driven her back to the
corner of the table with the ladder. Without looking back
at them Elvira took a step back and dropped.
With her free arm she reached out and grabbed the rungs
of the ladder, feeling the wrenching impact as her
shoulder was nearly dislocated. She swung on, ignoring
the pain and wrapping her legs around the rungs. A few
seconds later the first ant creatures' head appeared over
the edge. Elvira conked him on the head with her hockey
stick and he collapsed, dropping his sword. She barely
dodged it and started to climb again. The second ant
creature appeared over the first, his dull eyes searching
for her. Again Elvira swung her stick and the second ant
creature fell senseless.
Heaving for air and ignoring the pain in her shoulder
Elvira climbed over them and leaned on her stick, taking
in deep breaths. After a moment she grabbed the other ant
creature's sword and swung it over the edge. Then she
walked across the table to the cages. For the first time
Elvira realized how cold the table top was. Walking
across it was like walking on ice.
"Calliope." Elvira whispered, coming to the cage.
"Yea?"
"A tip. When someone is trying to sneak past guards to
rescue you DON'T SHOUT AT THEM!"
"Arch demon!" One of the spider men shouted.
"God killer!" Another called.
"Young one eater!" The third one whispered.
"Pretty." The fourth spider man said, causing the others
to look at him like he had just lost his head. Then they
scurried to the back of the cage and huddled together,
trying to form themselves into a ball.
"I thought you were Supergirl." Calliope said.
"She's a blonde." Elvira pointed out, sighing. "You ok?"
Close up Calliope didn't look as chipper as she sounded.
Out of her human suit Calliope McCoy was a cross between
a Disney character and an Anime character. Her shoulder
length black hair barely covered large mouse-like ears.
She had a long thin tail, slanted Asian eyes, cute little
snout of a nose, but with no fur covering the rest of her
body. The rest of her body was human, with small pert
breast and a sharply defined V of black hair between her
legs. Now her body was covered with scrapes and bruises.
One of her legs was wrapped in webbing, but Elvira could
see a large bloodstain. One of her eyes was swollen shut
and her nose was bloody.
"I'm hurt." Calliope said. "I tried to fight, but there
were so many of them..."
"It's ok. Let me get you out of her and back to the
mansion."
"You bet." Calliope nodded. "But can we take the guys
too?"
"The guys?"
"This is Grongo." Calliope said, gesturing at the spider
man who had called Elvira pretty. Close up Elvira was
reminded of a puppy dog. He had the same Cro-Magnon
facial features as the others, but his eyes were open and
friendly.
"Hi." He said.
"Over there are John, Paul and George." Calliope said.
"They were captured a few months ago when they were
trying to catch me and Mindy and Jack and Jill. But
they're sorry now. Besides..."
"They're coming if they want to or not." Elvira said
cutting her off. "You're in no shape to run and I don't
know how to ride one of those rat things." She took hold
of the cage.
"Don't!" Calliope called, but it was a second to late.
Elvira felt a shock go through her body and was thrown
back into a coffee cup. Still hot coffee splashed over
her, stinging her body. Yelling she rolled away from the
searing liquid.
"It's electrified." Calliope called.
"Oh." Elvira stood up, her whole body tingling.
"Sorry."
"Not your fault." Elvira said, pulling her cape off she
wiped her face with it.
"Don't let her in." One of the spider men said, bravely
coming up behind Calliope. One by one the others
followed.
"She will eat us."
"Grind our bones."
"She pretty." The fourth one said again, once more
earning harsh stares.
"John don't worry, she's a friend."
"She beat the goddess." John said.
"Tied her up in her own web." George added.
"Tickled her." Paul added.
"Went down on her." Grongo finished, smiling.
"What?" Elvira snapped, looking at him.
"Yea, they've been telling me all about it." Calliope
said. "You left a lot out of the story you told me. You
and Aunt Petunia?"
"Editorial license." Elvira said. Using her hockey stick
she levered the clasp on the cage door and opened it.
"We'll talk about it later, right now Timothy and Mrs.
Vincent are going to attack Carion Mansion with a giant
robot." She glanced over to where the rats were caged.
"I'll get you out of here, you warn Jeremy and Helga,
meanwhile I slow down the robot."
Calliope limped out of the cage, helped and followed by
Grongo. John, Paul and George hung back and stared
fearfully at Elvira for a moment, then crept past her and
headed for the rats.
"Are they really going to attack the mansion?" Calliope
asked.
"Maybe." Elvira said. "There's a lot going on here we
don't know about. Suddenly a shot of pain lanced through
her stomach. Elvira doubled over, coughing. Her arms and
legs felt like they were on fire.
"Elvira!" Calliope shouted, rushing over to her.
"I'm starting to grow." Elvira gasped out. "But it's
different this time. Get out of here, I'll be ok."
"Are you... Whoa!" Calliope jumped back as Elvira
shuddered and was suddenly twice her height.
"Go!" Elvira croaked.
The next few minutes were a sea of confusion and pain for
the young woman. She had never felt pain while growing,
but now Elvira felt as if her body was tearing itself
apart. It might have lasted only a few minutes, in fact
she was sure of it, but it was a few minutes of searing
pain. When it was over Elvira lay naked on the desk, the
cages and drawings scattered over the room. Calliope and
the Spider men hovered above her.
"Are you alright?" Calliope asked.
"Why am I always being asked that." Elvira whispered,
trying to catch her breath. Her brain reached out to the
rest of her body, as if surprised it was still there.
After a few moments Elvira felt fine, except for a
lingering muscle spasm in her stomach. "I'll be fine, you
get going."
"We'll go as fast as we can." Calliope called as they
flew out of an open window.
"Great." Elvira said, watching them go and waiting for
her breath to come back. "I was going to tell you to take
you time, but..."
A little while later Elvira carefully started to climb
the wall of the air craft hanger. The hanger was a
Quonset hut, a half tube sticking out of the ground made
of a steal frame and fiberglass panels. She climbed
slowly, digging her fingers into the edge of the panels
and hoping her sneakers wouldn't slip. After Calliope had
gone Elvira had passed out. She had woken to an aching,
sweating body.
Why she was feeling so wiped out Elvira had no idea, it
could have been that the nanites were breaking down, or
maybe she had simply shrunk too much in one night. Jeremy
could explain it. If she could make sure he lived through
the night. She had put the ant creature guards into one
of the cages, then searched the desk. Finding the keys to
the cell she had gotten her cloths back and then crept to
the hanger. The night air was making her feel better, but
Elvira didn't fool herself into thinking she was ok. She
just kept telling herself it was something that could be
fixed, and tried to ignore the fear that it wasn't.
The further up Elvira climbed the easier it became as the
curve of the hut evened out. Getting to the top she
crawled over to a skylight and looked in.
There was a robot all right. 25 feet in height, painted
in the same garish colors as Timothy. Human shaped it had
obviously been salvaged from the battle between it and
the giant turtle. She could see weld seams where some of
the original metal had been blown off. The turtle hadn't
left much to begin with, and Calliope's alien friends had
taken most of the internal components. What was left was
almost a monster truck with a fresh paint job.
She saw the ant creatures easing something into the
robots open chest cavity. Most likely Calliope's human
suit power core. Elvira had seen the battle, most of the
town had really, gathering on rooftops to witness it,
cheer, drink and eat. She'd won 50 dollars from Mindy
betting on the turtle. The turtle had won and flown away,
and during the night Calliope and her friends had worked,
during the next day it was the military's turn. Or so
everyone had thought. In truth most of the town slept
through what ever happened next, someone had just seen a
military truck go by and spread the word.
The ant creatures moved about the machine like the
insects they were, forming living tools when needed.
Elvira opened the skylight and slipped in, balancing on
the steel beams. The she spotted an industrial crane in
the middle of the roof. It was directly over the robots
open chest cavity. A few seconds of looking spotted the
control cabin. As silently as possible she began to creep
toward it. The beams were coated with dust and grime and
old grease. Elvira moved carefully, afraid both of
falling and of pushing some of the grit into the
organized work bellow. Getting to the control cabin she
climbed onto it and rested for a moment. That was when
she heard Mrs. Vincent and Timothy.
"Stupid dolt!" Mrs. Vincent shouted, the sound of a slap
following her words. Elvira peered over to see him fly
back from a blow. Mrs. Vincent wearing a black flight
suit hit him again, knocking him to the ground. Almost at
once a crowd of ant creatures surrounded him, tying him
with cables.
"Why?" Timothy asked, the tone of his voice demanding far
more than a simple answer.
"Because you idiot, I not going to simply destroy Carrion
Mansion, I'm going to wipe this misbegotten town off the
map!"
"Mrs. Vincent..." Timothy pleaded, but she kicked him in
the ribs.
"My name is Benita Karloff!"
"So?" Timothy asked, even more perplexed than before.
"My husband was Boris Karloff."
"The actor?"
Not the actor you idiot, Elvira thought, slipping into
the control cabin. She closed the door and locked it.
"The Mayor your grandfather murdered!" Benita shouted,
kicking him again. "He led the mob that lynched my
husband! And now I shall have my revenge!"
"But he's dead." Timothy protested. "He died of cancer
before I was born."
"He cheated me, and your father cheated me when he died,
but you live. For now." She added.
"Oh wonderful." Elvira hissed looking at the controls for
the crane. The bridge of the Enterprise would have been
easier to figure out. "Keep her talking Timothy."
"You're going to attack the town because of something
that happened in World War 2? That's crazy!"
"I am crazy!" she screeched. "For 30 years I was kept
locked up in an asylum, so that your families sin could
not be exposed to the world. My mind was lost in that sea
of bedlam." She became suddenly calm and bent down to
him. "But in that place I met a man. He was a scientist,
one of the Nazi's that had made it out after the war. He
had a new name, but I knew him from the old country. I
found love once more, and we turned hell into heaven."
She gazed beyond Timothy for a moment, very quiet. "He
was brilliant. He was far beyond the petty minds that
feared and hunted him. He loved me, and my quest for
vengeance became his. We came here, dug under this old
base until we found it's hidden lab. With that lab we
made the ant creatures, mindless slaves to our whims."
"What happened to him?"
"Dumb question." Elvira whispered, finally locating the
"on" switch. She started to look for the crane release
switch.
"He died." Benita said. "Just last year. I was the only
one at the funeral. I couldn't even put his true name on
the gravestone. He died before he left me the final key
to my vengeance. A virus that would kill everyone!" Her
voice choked and Benita stopped for a few moments. Then
went on.
"I was lost, until last year. Until you came into my
life. I was going to breed the ant creatures, turn them
into an unstoppable army. But the spider creatures were
too strong, they kept killing my ants as fast as I could
breed them. You came up with the idea of killing them
with sickness, you were the one who deciphered my late
husbands notes. We've been slaughtering the spiders ever
since."
"When did he become good enough to figure out how to make
viruses?" Elvira wondered. She had sat next to Timothy in
chemistry class and together they had started a fire.
Then again she suddenly realized it explained a few
things about his behavior in the past year. Unexpected
absences, strange injuries, it all added up.
"Even then it would have taken years, but then that robot
came, and lost that fight."
"If we get out of this alive I'm going to kill him."
Elvira whispered. She found the release lever and turned
the key on the control panel. Lights came on, motor's
whined into action. No one on the factory floor seemed to
notice.
"Now, thanks to you I can tear this town apart with my
own hands." Benita said. She turned and looked at the
robot.
Elvira pulled the release lever and released the crane.
The heavy metal hook crashed down into the open chest
plate. Sparks flew and Benita howled like a wounded
banshee. Elvira pulled the hook up and dropped it again.
By the third time a swarm of ant creatures was prying the
door to the control room open. Elvira let the crane
release one more time, shut the thing down and glanced at
the door. It was slowly being pried open and some angry
mutterings could be heard behind it.
Grabbing one of the control sticks Elvira unscrewed it
and used it as a spear to break the window. It cracked on
the third thrust and she pushed through it, then climbed
out and on top of the control cabin. Glancing over
Elvira's stomach sank a bit. A swarm of ant creatures
surrounded the cabin, working as one they had pulled the
door off of its hinges. Reaching up she climbed onto the
support beam and began to work her way toward the
skylight. The ant creatures were stymied for a moment,
crawling around the cabin looking for her, but at a shout
from Benita a few of them leapt to the beam and began to
pursue her.
"Back off!" Elvira shouted, kicking them off the beam.
She was in a good defensive position since the beam was
so narrow they could only attack one at a time. Elvira
slowly backed up, kicking them when they came too close.
She was only a few feet from the skylight when Benita
opened fire. Red beams seared the air around her and
Elvira made a desperate leap, reaching the edge of the
skylight and pulling herself through.
Once through she reached over and slammed it shut, but
the action caused her to slip and begin to slide down the
side of the hanger. Cursing Elvira grabbed onto the
sides, but she was moving too fast and the fiberglass was
too smooth. Her foot found a seem and she stuck in it,
only to have her momentum keep her going. Instead of
sliding down the side she started to roll, helpless to
stop herself.
The world became a series of images flashing by too
quickly for her to focus on. The sky, the ground, the
hanger, all a whirling maelstrom with her at the center.
The last image that Elvira saw before pain and blackness
claimed her was a pile of ant creatures gathering
underneath her.
Elvira woke to a very familiar feeling. She was tied up
and her body ached. Opening her eyes she saw the robot,
ant creatures swarming over it. She was tied securely
with her arms crossed behind her back and her ankles tied
tightly together.
"Good, your awake." Benita said, kicking her in the ribs.
Pain exploded in her side and Elvira couldn't prevent the
gasp from escaping her body. "I was afraid you would
sleep through your towns destruction."
Elvira said nothing, feeling the ropes with her fingers,
searching for the knots.
"Speak up!" Benita commanded, readying another kick.
"And say what?" Elvira asked, ready to roll away from
her. "I was listening when you were bragging to Timothy,
I got the whole story."
"Good." Benita said, kicking her again. "So you and he
can just lay there and watch as I destroy your town."
"You didn't do enough damage to the robot." Timothy said.
"Shut up." Elvira snarled, forcing herself to sit up. "At
least I wasn't helping her for the past year."
Timothy stayed quiet and out of the corner of her eye
Elvira saw tears running down his face. Inside Elvira
knew she'd apologize to him later, she'd been duped
enough times by aliens after all, but at the moment all
she could think of was her mother and sister being
trampled. Desperately she tensed and un-tensed the
muscles in her arms trying to loosen the ropes. Benita
noticed her efforts and a sick smile came to her face.
She drew her leg back for another kick but stopped when
something slammed into her face.
"What...!" she started to say stumbling back. She waved
at her face, but by that time Mindy was hovering over
Elvira.
"Stay tight El, I brought help." Mindy said.
With a roar that could have been a thousand angry
crickets' spider men erupted into the hanger. They
dropped from the skylight, flew in on winged rats or
charged in through half open doors. The battle was
quickly joined on all fronts and Benita looked truly
scared for a moment. Then her face turned red with anger.
With an in-articulate growl she leapt up and ran to the
robot, crushing spider and ant men alike.
"Roll over." Mindy ordered.
"What kept you?" Elvira demanded, rolling over.
"You think it's easy to assemble an army?" Mindy said.
"The spider men have been sick most of the year."
"Yea, I heard." Elvira said, glaring at Timothy who was
staring at Mindy.
"Now hold still, Jeremy gave me a sonic knife."
"You've got a knife?" Elvira asked, freezing.
"What you think I'm strong enough to untie you at this
height? Of course I have a knife."
Elvira felt a slight hum run up her arms and then they
were free. She rolled over and Mindy flew to the ropes on
her legs. She held a short metal rod in her hand that
sprouted a blue beam from it.
"It looks like a mini-light saber." Elvira said.
"That's what I said."
"Crom!" Timothy whispered, looking at the fairy. "Mindy?"
"Stop her from getting into that robot!" Elvira shouted
as Benita climbed into the giant robot's head. She closed
the hatch just as a dozen spider men shot their arrows. A
few seconds later the lights on the robots face flashed
red and it sat up.
"Scatter!" Elvira screamed.
At command the ant creatures were suddenly left with no
one to fight. The spider men, seeing the robot and
hearing Elvira's command ran for every dark corner or
cubbyhole in the hanger. But Benita didn't even pause.
She sat up, then stood up, tearing away the fiberglass
skin of the building. It gave with a skin crawling shriek
and the robot ploughed through and stomped of into the
night.
"Damn!" Elvira swore, rushing to the whole.
"Don't worry El." Mindy said, flying over to her. "Jeremy
and Helga have the mansion defenses all ready for her."
"That'd be great if she was going for the mansion."
Elvira snapped. "But she's going to take out the town!"
"Why? Who is she?"
"Benita Karloff." Elvira said. "Cut Timothy loose will
ya?"
"The actor?" Mindy said, darting over to Timothy.
"No, the mayor, the old one." Elvira said, looking
around. With the robot gone the battle between the spider
men and the ant creatures had started once more.
"Remember, we heard about her in school?"
"That's you Mindy?" Timothy stared at her, his mouth
open.
"Yea it's her." Elvira said. "Come on Timothy get that
thing in your skull working, we gotta stop her."
"I thought she was a ghost." Mindy said.
"So did I." Timothy said. He wasn't crying anymore but
his face had gone pale and he shook. "She's going to kill
everyone, it's my fault..."
"Not if I can help it." Elvira said, taking his hand.
"Come on."
"What can we do?" Timothy demanded.
"El you can't be serious!" Mindy shouted. "I mean come
on, your good but that things made of metal! Weren't you
awake during Godzilla versus Mecha-Godzilla?"
"We don't have a choice." Elvira said, dragging Timothy
out to the field that bordered the hanger. "I can slow
her down, you get to Jeremy and Helga and tell them to
rig up a death ray or something." She started to unbutton
her blouse.
"What are you doing?" Timothy asked, staring at her.
"Giving you a present for being such an idiot." Elvira
said. "Look Timothy I don't have time to explain, but I
have to reach an orgasm, a big one. How experienced are
you at sex?"
"Sex!?" Timothy took a step backward, but his eyes never
left Elvira's now exposed chest.
"It's very simply dear boy." Aunt Petunia said, appearing
next to them on a flying rat. "Elvira has a very strange
condition, when tickled she shrinks, when sexually
stimulated she grows. She plans to grow very large and
fight that robot you so doltishly helped create. So take
off your cloths, we don't have much time."
"Ah!" Timothy said, looking for a moment like he was
going to faint. "I've never, I mean, not with..."
"We're not gonna do it!" Elvira snapped, now completely
naked and shivering slightly in the cool air. "Just get
me hot." She stepped forward and Timothy took a step
back.
"But in school everyone says you and Mindy..."
"Who says that?" Mindy exclaimed, flying to hover between
them. "I bet it was Lisa Douglas wasn't it? I hey...!"
The fairy squealed slightly as Elvira grabbed her legs
and pulled her away from him.
"The mansion Mindy!" Elvira ordered. "GO!"
"This isn't over!" Mindy shouted as she flew off.
"It's real simple Tim." Elvira said, putting her hands on
his shoulders. She took a deep breath and drew him close.
"We start with a kiss."
For a few moments it was like kissing a relative, then
Timothy's own instincts started to take over and he
kissed back. Elvira kept her eyes closed and willed him
to be the lover she needed. Trouble was there was no way
Timothy could be the UnderTaker, her favorite wrestler,
or Worf her favorite character on Star Trek.
Elvira opened her eyes and saw the startled look in
Timothy's when she tried to push her tongue into his
mouth. For a moment she felt a brief wave of sympathy.
"Timothy I know your not having a good night, but you
have to trust me."
"I'll try." He said, swallowing.
"I'm not torturing you I'm kissing you, you idiot!"
Elvira shouted, kissing him hard again.
Timothy opened his mouth and their tongues met. Elvira
felt a slight static shock as semi-familiar feelings
began to flow through her body. She hadn't dared do this,
or even think of doing this with anyone since Teddy
Hinkle. They had been making out and Elvira had grown,
knocking him into a tree. After that Elvira realized that
any sex she ever had would have to be done when she was
shrunk. Even hot dreams were a danger and she had always
slept with Jeremy's watch. It had made dating nearly
impossible, and the young woman realized just how much
her sudden coldness had contributed to her and Mindy's
undeserved reputation. It was something she was going to
have to work on.
Timothy's tongue was starting to explore her teeth and
Elvira pushed thoughts of her reputation out of her mind.
Desperately Elvira thought of everything erotic she could
drawing the fantasies from deep within her spirit.
After a few moments Elvira pulled her mouth away from
Timothy's and slowly guided him down toward her chest.
"Go slowly dear boy." Aunt Petunia whispered in his ear.
It was just loud enough for Elvira hear. "Savor her body,
revel in it."
If she starts to sing I'll crush her, Elvira thought, I
swear I'll crush her.
It was working though, Timothy paused on the way to her
chest to kiss the hollow of her neck, while his hands
reached behind and started to massage her ass. Elvira's
body responded, she could feel her breast grow warm and
her oversized nipples grow stiff. Her stomach tightened.
Carefully she drew Timothy down until they were both on
their knees. Then she took his head and guided him to her
breast. Timothy took one of her nipples into his mouth,
sucking on it like it was a lollypop. With his free hand
he reached between Elvira's legs, starting to probe for
an opening.
"Don't just suck, lick, roll the tongue." Aunt Petunia
whispered. "Nibble, but not to hard."
In the back of her mind Elvira was turning bright red
with embarrassment, but she ignored that part of her. Her
mother and sister were in the path of that robot, and no
one touched them and lived.
She gasped, her eyes opening as Timothy found the
entrance between her legs and his fingers slipped into
it. Elvira saw everything in sharp clarity; her every
sense came alive at the same moment. She felt the
moonlight on her skin, felt it's subtle gravitational
effect on her body. A cool breeze ran over her, the
individual grasses beneath her body scrapped against her
skin or poked her body. To her ears came the howling of
the wolves she had met earlier, their faint footfalls as
they hunted, their passion as they mated. She lay back,
surrendering to the feelings that were bubbling with in
her. As she did she guided Timothy down between her legs,
replacing his tongue with her own fingers.
"Ah..." Timothy's voice was a harsh whisper as he
confronted her vagina.
"Use your thumbs to pry the lips apart." Aunt Petunia
whispered, "and drink of the ambrosia within."
Elvira moaned as he followed instructions. She cupped her
own breast, kneading them as she pinched her nipples
between her fingers. She could feel the explosion
building within her body, feel her head pound as a roar
built in her ears. It was like standing on the cliffs
above the sea, during the wildest storm nature ever
brewed.
"Now, what you need to find..."
Aunt Petunia's last words were lost as Timothy's tongue
found Elvira's clitoris. She her entire body stiffened,
still as stone for a few moments, then her heart seemed
to triple it's speed. Waves of power cascaded outward
from her sex, making the young woman feel every cell of
her body. Every nerve transmitted ten times the
information that it ever had and Elvira screamed as she
tried to take it all in.
Then it was over and Elvira took deep breaths, calming
herself down. She sat up and looked at Timothy who had
been thrown backward by her growth.
"At least..." Elvira gasped. "At least... at least you
didn't get stuck inside." She said, standing up. "Get him
to the mansion Aunt Petunia, maybe he can help Jeremy and
Helga."
Naked and gigantic Elvira started stumbling after the
robot. Then she stopped and looked back.
"Timothy, what sort of weapons does that thing have?"
"None!" Timothy shouted looking up at her with awe. "We
were never able to fix them!"
"Good."
Elvira had never stayed gigantic for very long, 15
minutes was her last record and she'd forgotten how hard
it could be. At normal height she could step over or
around things unconsciously, barely noticing them. But
now at 25 or 30 feet the world was more cumbersome. She
had to step over the fence carefully, watch out for cars
as she walked. Her view was now super-panoramic, and it
was hard to adjust. Up ahead she focused on Benita,
heading northeast toward the town. It looked like she was
going to climb Sunshine Hill and charge in.
If Elvira read the woman right Benita was so hot for
vengeance she'd stand at the top and gaze for a while,
letting the sun come up.
Well this is gonna be over by sunup lady, Elvira thought,
that I promise you. Elvira was well aware that she was
nude, and she had already streaked through the town once
in her life. Shaking the thoughts from her mind Elvira
headed east into Heavenly Swamp.
Benita Dragonmiloff Karloff looked at the mansion. It had
been the scene of great parties once, in the 20's. Back
when her husband had ruled the town and it's people with
an iron hand hidden in a velvet glove. Elizabeth Douglas
had been her constant companion then, until those foolish
newsmen had started spreading lies about her homeland. In
two years her place in society evaporated, her parties
became dustbowls, her invitations to other parties became
"lost", "misplaced" and "We didn't think you would want
to come, what with all the papers are saying."
It was this last that truly burned in her mind and soul.
As if she were responsible for what was happening on the
other side of the Atlantic. But the true hell came to her
and Boris after Pearl Harbor. She remembered that day,
the masked mob breaking into his office, hanging her
husband from the crystal chandelier, rampaging through
his personal files, (and co-incidentally destroying all
the financial records that would have sent most of them
to prison). Even as that was happening another masked mob
had broken into her house, catching Benita in her weekly
"massage" session with dear sweet Michael. No police had
come to her servant's frantic calls, and the pictures,
those horrible pictures...
In a week it was over, she went from wealthy society dame
to asylum inmate. Should she ever breathe a word those
pictures would be published. Her with a colored man...
Even after all this time Benita shuddered. But even
though she could not see faces she could hear voices. And
there was no voice better known to her than Elizabeth
Douglas. Her "friend".
Elizabeth was long dead of course, Benita had dug up the
grave her self to dump the body into Heavenly Swamp. But
that had been a pale vengeance. Benita raised the robots
arm and smashed it into the front of the house. The
balcony, bedroom and hallway smashed into splinters and
Benita howled with glee. Carefully she parted the rubble,
looking for bodies. But there were none. A quick scan
with the robot's sensors showed no life signs.
Benita's howl of glee turned into a roar of frustration.
So loud that she didn't pay attention when the early
warning alert sounded.
Ok, just like they do it on TV, Elvira thought, grabbing
the robots legs. With a heave that Elvira felt with every
muscle in her body she lifted the metal creature up and
over the Douglas mansion. Elvira watched as it rolled
down the hill and into the swamp. For a few moments it
lay there, then it's eyes glowed red.
"Bring it on lady!" Elvira said, with far more confidence
than she felt. The eyes glowed more brightly and Elvira
ducked, warned by many years of watching giant robot
cartoons. The laser beams sliced through the Douglas
mansion with ease, vaporizing wood and metal.
"No weapons!" Elvira hissed. "He said no weapons!"
The lasers stopped and she heard the robot coming up the
hill. Elvira tensed, bringing her legs up into a crouch.
There was no sense in running while that thing had
lasers, she was far too big a target to miss a second
time. So she waited. But even as she drew in a breath for
the leap that would take her into battle Elvira felt her
stomach cramp up, the strength go out of her legs. With
an anguished cry she fell on her side, her body
convulsing with pain.
Benita came over the hill and looked at her, stepping
around the remains of the mansion. Her first kick caught
Elvira off guard, smashing into her side. Elvira's body
spasm in agony as the second kick followed the first.
Then the robot bent down and it's metal hand closed on
hers, dragging up, twisting her arm as the eyes glowed
once more.
Pain or no Elvira wasn't ready to be fried. With a lurch
she grabbed the robot around the middle and pushed it
into the Douglas mansion. They wrestled Benita unable to
get a clear shot with her eye lasers and Elvira beginning
to recover as the cramps faded. In the process the
mansion was leveled, but neither of the combatants cared.
Elvira freed her wrist and reached into the debris,
grabbing a pipe and smashing it into the eye of the
robot. Sparks flew, connections crackled with fury as the
second eye stopped glowing as well.
With a howl of rage that sounded through the metal walls
of the robots' skin Benita counter-attacked. She brought
the robots legs up, hitting Elvira in the back of the
neck and followed that up with punches into the young
woman's stomach and breast. The blows took their toll and
Elvira rolled off the robot, but it caught her ankle and
twisted, sending her onto her stomach. Even as Elvira
started to get up tons of metal landed on her back,
slamming her into the ground. Again and again the robot
lifted itself into the air and slammed into her back.
When it finally stopped Elvira could barely move, her
breath coming in ragged gasped. She was completely
unprepared for what happened next. The first spank
shocked more than hurt her. By the 50th hit on her ass
she was mad, but each spank was followed by another hit
to the back of her head, stunning her.
Finally Benita stopped, stood up and kicked Elvira in the
ribs until she rolled down the hill and into the swamp.
Elvira lay in the muck, grateful at least for the cold
water easing her abused but. Her head reeled and the
trees she had landed on poked into her body. Without a
word the robot raised it's arm, the hand pointing at her.
"Great!" Elvira said, struggling to get her body working.
"She's got missiles too."
She watched as the fingers of the hand dropped away,
revealing four holes. The nose of a missile appeared in
each of the holes. There was a flash of light inside the
holes, followed by smoke, and the missiles dropped out of
the holes to land harmlessly on the ground. Elvira
breathed a sigh of relieve and let herself fall back into
the water. When she looked back the robot had turned away
and was looking toward the town once more.
"Mom, Guen!" Elvira hissed as she struggled out of the
muck. She started to crawl up the hill, ignoring the
pain. She was halfway up when the robot turned again. One
eye glowed and Elvira flattened herself just as it fired.
She looked up, seeing it adjust its aim. There was no
place to hide, no place to roll too. Anger surged through
her body, washing away the pain and she stumbled to her
feet and lurched up the hill. At first she thought Benita
was just waiting for her to get close, then Elvira
realized the eye had stopped glowing.
With a yell of pure delight she ploughed into the robot
with her shoulder, feeling the pain as she made contact.
The robot shook, tottered and then fell back, destroying
what was left of the Douglas mansion. Elvira knelt down,
struggling to get enough breath into her body just to
stay conscious. The robot lay unmoving. It's face started
to open.
"Uh-uh." Elvira said, grabbing a section of wall. She
slammed it into the face, just as her body started to go
numb. It happened faster than she could even realize. One
moment she was kneeling over the robot, the next
blackness surrounded her.
Puzzled Elvira stood up, looking around. Douglas Mansion
was rubble, the robot lay motionless, but she was normal
sized again. Aching, bleeding bruised and battered, but
normal size. Slowly she became aware of her surroundings.
The sun was coming up, and sirens were heading her way. A
cool breeze reminded Elvira she was naked and she quickly
stumbled down the hill, hoping Guenivere hadn't switched
the emergency cloths she had in her moped.
The end.
But what of the ant creatures? Will they keep fighting
the spider men? What of Timothy, who knows Elvira and
Mindy's secret? And let's not forget that Elvira still
has to retrieve that tape of Mindy in the shower and make
sure Calliope's human suit isn't found. But all this
waits for the next chapter.
Tune in.
*************
Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids
Episode twenty three: Getting There is Half the Fun
By Skytower
Go!" Elvira commanded taking Mindy by the legs and
throwing her into the air.
"This isn't over!" Mindy shouted as she gained altitude
and distance. It was a stupid thing to say she knew.
Elvira was about to fight a giant robot and they both had
other things to think about than their school
reputations. But given all that had happened to her in
the past few hours Mindy was not as centered as she would
have liked to be. In the first place she was a fairy once
again. Mindy had first been turned into a fairy months
before. That had been the result of drinking a magic
potion and it had only lasted for a night. This time she
was a fairy because the moon was full, and Mindy had no
idea how long she was going to stay a fairy.
Becoming re-aquatinted with her fairy body was like
learning to walk again after having a broken leg. Mindy
as a human stood at 5 feet 11 inches with wide shoulders,
hips and large breasts. Her blonde hair reached past her
shoulders framing a face of classic beauty with deep blue
eyes. As a fairy her body was almost the same save that
she was much smaller. Her fingers and toes were longer,
with an extra segment on each. Antennae grew from her
forehead. They started just above the center of her
eyebrows, curved along them and then reached above her
head. Matching her pink skin color they could move, after
a fashion and ended in nipples.
The antennae were highly perceptive and gave Mindy a
wealth of new senses to cope with. It was like a person
who had only ever heard radio being forced to cope with
stereo television. It took an effort just to walk, flying
was something else again. At least when she thought about
it. As long as Mindy relaxed and let her built-in fairy
instincts take over she was fine. They could cope with
the wings and the antennae. Mindy had two sets of wings
growing out of her back. The larger pair grew just
between her shoulder blades and extended outward nearly
twice as long as her arms. A shorter pair that reached to
the end of her arms grew from the small of her back. It
was the larger pair that kept her aloft.
With her body at a sixty-degree angle they moved up, then
straight down twisting into a angle and thrusting
forward, then up again. The pattern of the wings was an
almost perfect 90, 60, 120-degree triangle. The smaller
wings gave Mindy the ability shift her body from a flat
plane to almost any angle. Combined with the movement of
her arms and legs Mindy was very maneuverable. The wings
were shaped like a dragonfly's and sparkled whenever
light hit them. They were beautiful.
They weren't, however, made for long range flight. Mindy
had flown from Carrion Mansion to the secret military
base on the back of a flying rat. The rat had no problem
with the distance, being basically a helium balloon with
wings. Mindy hadn't thought about the distance when
Elvira told her to get back to the mansion, ten minutes
later she was regretting that.
I won't let you down El, Mindy thought as her wings and
breast began to ache. The muscles for Mindy's wings were
located in her breast, another feature of her body that
she wasn't used to. As a human Mindy's breast tended to
bounce when she walked, as a fairy they were the firmest
part of her body. Mindy strove for altitude, hoping to
glide part of the way there. As much as she knew Elvira
needed the help, the fairy knew she couldn't last at full
speed. Bellow Mindy the streetlights cast a pale yellow
glow on the streets while every so often a dog would bark
or a person shout. This late at night the town was quiet.
Something flew past Mindy and only her fairy senses
warned her in time to dodge out of the way. She veered to
one side and flipped over onto her back. A large bat was
turning toward her. Mindy had a moment of panic and
fumbled with the sonic lance Jeremy had given her. It
bounced out of her hands and was lost in the night.
Turning for another pass the bat shrieked at her. Mindy's
heart stopped as the sound resonated through her body.
The bat was nearly as large as she was and its fangs
glinted in the night. It came at her again and Mindy
waited until the last second to climb straight up. The
bat shot past but curved upward itself following her. The
next few minutes were an aerial dogfight worthy of Luke
Skywalker and Darth Vader. Mindy was quicker and more
agile than the bat, but the creature had staying power.
All to quickly Mindy felt pain beginning to spread out
from her wings.
Down Mindy, she thought diving. You have legs, he
doesn't.
It would have been a good idea if the owl hadn't shown
up. It was nearly on top of the fairy before Mindy
spotted it and it's claws barely missed closing on her
body. One of them did hit her wing and
Mindy spiraled in a helter-skelter descent full of
agonizing pain. Battling through the pain she tried to
use her lower wings to put her into some sort of a long
sloping glide. It worked but there was no way to change
direction. The house loomed up before her like some
stygian beast and its dark windows swallowed her up. She
never learned what became of the bat or the owl.
Strangely enough Mindy was able to perceive everything
that happened to her as she crashed. It was recorded in
her memory by how hard and what part of her body hit the
obstacles in the room.
Shoulder, screen, soft. Head, table, hard. Hip, something
on table, hard. Left foot, something on table, soft.
Stomach, something on table, hard. Sliding across table
top, paper, soft, pencil hard,
keys, hard. Head, something on table very, very hard.
Blackness.
"No darn it." Mindy swore pulling her self back to full
consciousness. "El needs me. Janeway wouldn't black out,
I'm not going to black out."
Mindy sat up and tried to steady her head and ignore the
pain stabbing at her from her wings. Partially successful
she reached out with her senses. The room had no light
but the thin flicker of a streetlight a block away, but
to Mindy it was as bright as noon. She was in some sort
of electronics lab. Not the one at Carrion Mansion, this
place was far too primitive. Computer equipment that
looked like it harkened back to the 1950's sat and hummed
away. Mindy could feel the heat given off by the vacuum
tubes. The walls were lined with tin foil. Mindy had
landed on a desk. On it was a modern telephone, a small
TV, a box of Raisinettes and some papers and pencils.
"Well if I can't get there one way." Mindy said, getting
to her feet. She staggered over to the phone and lifted
the handset off of its cradle. The dial tone sounded
strange, but pushing the buttons wasn't a problem.
"Carrion Mansion, Theodore T. Bear speaking." A voice
answered a few moments later.
"Mr. Bear let me speak to Jeremy or Helga."
"Theodore T. Bear, please madam. I'm afraid the children
are busy at the moment. Can I take a message?"
"This is Mindy, look you gotta put me through to them,
that robot isn't going to attack the mansion, it's going
to attack the town. Elvira's gonna grow to giant size to
fight it but she'll need help!"
"Robot, attack town..." Theodore said, repeating her
slowly. "Elvira needs help... I will see that they get
the message. Is there anything else?"
"Yea, I think my wings busted and I don't know where I
am."
"You are at 15 Sour Simon lane, home of a Mr. Lawrence
Castleworth."
"How the hell do you know that?"
"Please Miss McConnel, your language. All calls into and
out of the mansion are traced and logged."
"Oh." Mindy tried to calm down. The denizens of Carrion
Mansion tended to view excitement with disdain,
especially Theodore T. Bear, the spirit of an English
butler who was stuck in the body of Helga's
Teddy Bear. "Well can you send some one to get me?"
"Everyone is busy at the moment, but I will relate your
situation to Master Jeremy. I'm sure someone will be sent
for you soon."
"Soon? How soon is soon? I'm twelve inches tall and I got
a busted wing! What if this place has a cat? I need
better than soon!"
"I'm afraid I can only give you and approximate time
frame." Mr. Bear said in the infuriatingly calm tones of
voice that only the English butler has managed to
cultivate. "In the meantime I suggest you stay out of
sight of the owners of the house. Good evening."
There was a click and Mindy stared at the phone. Growling
she was about to push the 'redial' button when the door
opened and the light came on. A man stood there staring
at her. Mindy suddenly realized she was naked and despite
the fact that she'd been naked for hours the young woman
reacted instinctively. She screamed and tried to use her
hands to cover herself.
It was a silly thing to do, as Mindy later admitted. She
had been naked most of the night. But in all that time no
one outside of Carrion Mansion had seen her with the
exception of Timothy, and she'd been too busy to think
about it. Now it was all she could think of.
For a moment the man and Mindy just gaped at each other.
Then he dove across the room and Mindy instinctively
tried to take flight. Pain stabbed into her back as her
wing protest and she managed to get only a foot or so off
of the desk. It was enough to make the man miss her. He
slammed into the desk and fell over as Mindy managed to
land hard on the floor. Mindy started to run but a hand
enveloped her legs and held them tightly.
"Let go of me!" Mindy screeched pounding and biting at
the man's hand. It was useless of course. She was a bird
squirming in the mouth of a cat. But pure panic drove to
new heights of desperation. Her wings fluttered crazily
but the fairy had no where near enough strength even to
lift his arm off of the floor. His fingers were greasy
and she managed to nudge herself a bit out of his grip
before he tightened it.
"Judy!" the man shouted. "Get up here and bring the extra
cage!"
"In a minute." A feminine voice called back.
"Now!" the man shouted.
He brought Mindy closer to his face. For the first time
Mindy recognized him, and her panic increased. The Troll
had captured her! Mr. Lawrence Castleworth was a science
teacher at Karloff High School. Elvira had given him the
nickname and it fit. He was short, fat, with an out
thrust jaw and sloping forehead. His hair was greasy
blonde and he wore cloths that bordered on decrepit. The
Troll's greatest joy in life was making a science class
an exercise in curing insomnia. He was cruel, petty and
openly called the students maggots. How he stayed
employed was a mystery to almost everyone.
"This better be good." Said a girl appearing in the
doorway cage in hand. "They got the Angel tied to a stake
and..." her voice trailed off as she saw what he had.
"Give me that." He snapped taking the cage from her.
Mindy fought like a butterfly caught in a net but the
Troll shoved her into the cage and closed the door. She
threw herself at the bars then pulled back in pain as she
metal burned her hands.
"Good, you left the shocker on." Mr. Castleworth said.
"That'll teach you bug." He said, pointing his finger at
Mindy. "You do what your told you won't fell pain."
"What is it?" Judy asked peering at Mindy as he picked up
the cage and put it on the desk. She was taller and
thinner, much thinner than he was. Her hair had streaks
of violet in it and she wore a ratty old T-shirt and pair
of jeans full of wholes. Her nose, tongue, ears, lip and
belly button were all pierced and sported various studs
and jewels.
"I don't know."
"You don't know a fairy when you see one?" Mindy
demanded.
"There is no such thing as fairies." The Troll
pronounced.
"Than what am I?" Mindy said throwing her arms out, her
anger drowning her embarrassment.
"Most likely some experiment from that military base."
Mr. Castleworth said. He picked up a pencil and stuck the
pointed end in through the bars. For a few moments Mindy
dodged it but he finally knocked her down and pinned her
underneath it. The point lay between her breast and the
rest of the pencil lay long her body holding it down.
"I'll know more once I get a few samples." With Mindy
helpless beneath the pencil he opened the cage door and
eased his hand inside.
Samples again, Mindy thought trying to control her panic.
Everyone wants samples! Seldom in her life had the young
woman been so infuriated. A pencil had brought her down!
A Dixon Ticonderoga #2 Soft! The Trolls' hand brushed
against her wing and she cried out from the pain.
"Wings are sensitive." He said as if noting the sky was
blue. He avoided them and used his index finger to prod
Mindy's breast.
"Stop that you perv!" Mindy shouted.
"Breast are sensitive too." Mr. Castleworth said. He
pulled his hand out and closed the door, then pulled the
pencil out. Mindy sat up her face red with rage and
embarrassment.
"She's rage whatever she is." Judy said bending down to
look through the cage. "Look at those boobies."
"She's perfect." Mr. Castleworth said. "Once I get her on
the table and get some blood I'll figure out what she
is."
Blood!
Mindy's eyes went wide.
"Where's my bag." The Troll cursed, looking around the
room.
"You left it in school remember?" Judy said. She hadn't
taken her eyes off of Mindy and the fairy didn't like the
gleam in them.
"Damn!" he swore. "I'll use the kitchen then. You keep an
eye on her while I set things up."
"Ok." Judy said sitting down. He left and she folded her
arms and rested her head on them.
Mindy moved her wing feeling out the injury. It was like
moving arm over a flame, every time she got past a
certain point pain flooded her body.
"What's he gonna do with me?" She asked Judy.
"Same thing he did to them I guess." Judy said gesturing
to the wall.
Mindy looked at the wall and her stomach dropped out of
the way to make room for her heart. The wall was filled
with picture frames each containing butterflies. She
could see the pins sticking out of their backs and it
took no imagination for her to know what that would feel
like.
"Help me!" Mindy pleaded.
"Sure." Judy said. "Maybe."
Reaching over she picked up the phone and dialed.
"Dulcy? Judy. We're game." She paused listening to the
reply. "Yea, I know what I said, but I got something new.
You still got that stuff for the B-doll? You know, the
BB-doll stuff you made last month? Good, I'll be over in
a while. Get ready to get shocked."
Judy hung up the phone and leaned down so that her head
was at the same level as Mindy.
"You want out? You do what I say, when I say it. Me
Mistress, you slave. Got it?"
"Got it." Mindy replied suddenly wondering if she'd
exchanged the firing squad for a hanging. The brass stud
in Judy's tongue clicked softly as she talked and one of
her front teeth was chipped. Her breath smelled of stale
beer and wine.
Judy went over to a cabinet and opened it, pulling out a
large Mason jar. She unscrewed the top of it and set it
on the table. Then she opened the cage and reached in.
Mindy stood still, offering no resistance as the woman
took hold of her legs. Judy pulled her out of the cage
carefully. Then she dropped Mindy into the jar and then
started to screw the lid on.
"Hey! Air holes!" Mindy hissed.
"Just hold you breathe, you got the lungs for it." Judy
sneered.
She screwed the top on and then carried Mindy out of the
room and into the hallway. Opening a door she walked into
a bedroom. The room was definitely Judy's. The wallpaper
was peeling and dirty laundry was everywhere. Judy set
the jar onto the floor and rolled it under the bed. The
roll caught Mindy off guard and she bounced around inside
the jar. This time when the fairy hit her head she did
black out.
The same jostling that knocked Mindy out woke her up. She
was still in the jar, but the jar was moving and she was
bouncing around as it moved. Her wing hit the side and
the pain lanced through her sleeping mind bringing it to
cold reality. It was dark, but her fairy senses made up
for that. The jar was in a bag of some sort, being
carried upward. Jagged tears in the metal of the lid told
her that Judy had added air holes. She could hear Judy's
labored breathing and erratic heartbeat. A door opened
and Mindy heard another voice. This one was scratchy, as
if the person had a cold.
"Hey." Was all it said. The word was said in a monotone,
without any inflection or emotion. It was as if that word
encompassed the entirety of all words ever spoken.
"I got something your not gonna believe." Judy said.
Mindy braced herself as the pack was thrown onto
something hard. The bag was opened and she was lifted out
into a room filled with colored drawings. It took a
moment for Mindy to recognize them as tattoos. There was
an old leather couch patched with duct tape to one side.
To another were a desk and two chairs. In the center of
the room was a dentist chair with various instruments
attached to it.
"Whoa!" the woman with the scratchy voice said upon
seeing the fairy. Mindy looked up at a black woman who
had more studs and piercings than Judy did. Her hair was
cut short to her skull and was streaked with blue red and
green. She wore a black top that matched her skin and a
pair of old blue jeans. "Where'd you get this?"
"It flew into our house." Judy said. "Can you believe
that Larry wanted to dissect it?"
Her, Mindy thought. I'm a her not an it. Though she said
nothing aloud.
"Larry wants to dissect everyone." Dulcy said tapping the
glass. "So what's her name?"
"I don't know." Judy said. "I was too busy getting her
out of the house to ask and she didn't wake up till now."
"What's your name little B?" Dulcy asked as if she was
talking to a little puppy.
"My name would be unpronounceable in your tongue." Mindy
said with as much dignity as she could. "You may call me
Arionhorod."
"Ari then." Dulcy said. "Ok Ari, where'd you come from?"
Mindy had been thinking furiously since she had woken up.
It wouldn't do any good for Judy or anyone else to know
who she truly was. She doubted she could trust in their
sense of charity to let her go or get her to Carrion
Mansion. The best thing to do would be to give them a
story they could believe and wait for her chance to
escape.
"I was being held captive in the military base on the
outside of town, but I escaped." Mindy said.
"Cool." Judy said. "Larry was right about that at least.
"Yea, so that makes you government property on the run."
Dulcy said.
"No that makes her mine." Judy declared. She unscrewed
the jar and reached in. Mindy stood still again as Judy
grabbed her legs and lifted her out. "Remember Ari, me
Mistress, you slave."
"I remember." Mindy said.
"What about Larry?" Dulcy asked.
"I wrecked the room and told him she flew out. He's
probably still chasing her."
"Let me see her?" Dulcy asked taking Mindy from Judy's
hand. Mindy submitted silently, the room had no windows
and only one door and that was closed. For the moment she
was trapped. The black woman's fingers were cooler than
Judy's and dryer. Her skin felt like coarse paper.
Dulcy brought Mindy close enough to her face for Mindy to
see the pours of her skin. She turned Mindy this way and
that way, examining every part of the fairies body. Mindy
took it silently, but seethed all the same.
"They grew you good." Dulcy said at last. "Look at those
tits." She shook Mindy up and down. "Don't bounce for
nothing though."
Will I ever be at a height where my chest isn't what
people look at first, Mindy wondered?
"Her body do all the things ours does?" Dulcy asked
poking Mindy's but.
Passive, Mindy thought, be passive.
"Hell I don't know." Judy looked at the jar. "Nothing in
here and she's been in there since last night."
"Last night?" Mindy blurted out.
"Yea, that's why the air holes, I thought you'd bought it
till I realized you were breathing."
She'd been a fairy by day as well as by night, Mindy
realized with something like horror. But Cathay had
called her a moon fairy, when the sun came up she should
have reverted to human form. What had gone wrong?
"So what you got in mind for her." Dulcy asked. She
placed Mindy on the dentist chair and took a firm hold of
the fairies ankles. Mindy blushed scarlet, as her legs
were forced open. "Good bush." She added.
"She works out tonight I got a cage with her name on it."
Judy said. "She gets it wrong I give her back to Larry."
"You wanna try that same look we did last month with the
doll?" Dulcy turned Mindy over and kept the fairies legs
pulled apart.
"Yep, should work better with her."
"Oh yea." Dulcy said turning Mindy over again.
The fairy was working hard to hold her tongue, but it
wasn't easy. Mindy had never thought to meet anyone who
would make her nostalgic for either Lisa Douglas or Aunt
Petunia. But there was a fear behind her anger. Neither
Judy nor Dulcy saw her as a person, they saw her as an;
it.
"Let's start with her hair." Judy said, picking up a pair
of scissors.
"What?" Mindy squirmed out of Dulcy's grasp and tried to
fly, but only got a few feet off of the chair before her
the pain in her wing forced her back down.
"Gotcha." Dulcy said grabbing her again.
"Let go of me!"
"Hey slave, remember the deal." Judy said coming toward
her.
"You're not cutting my hair!" Mindy shouted grabbing her
head. It was an absurd statement. They could do anything
they wanted with her. "Why do you want my hair?"
"You didn't tell her anything did you?" Dulcy asked.
"Hell, she's been asleep all day." Judy said putting the
scissors down. Reaching over she took Mindy from Dulcy.
"Ari, you know what Dark Vamp is?"
"No." Mindy said, though she knew what it was.
"Well it's part performance art part role playing game.
About once a month we get together and act out what we
write. It has be based in the Dark Vamp universe, that's
a series of books, and whoever has the best piece wins."
"What do you win?" Mindy asked.
"The winner gets put on the web sight our club runs. Past
few months I've been loosing to The British Babe. She's
got tits like yours only life size." Judy looked like she
was ready to spit and Mindy shuddered at the jealousy in
the woman's voice. "She can't write to save her soul but
she just wears the tightest thing she can find and uses
that damn accent. Sometimes she throws in French too.
Last month I almost had her, but almost doesn't cut it.
I'm gonna be first this time." She brought Mindy close to
her face. "Or I'm gonna cut of your wings and hang'em on
the wall. Clear."
"Perfectly." Mindy said swallowing.
"Good."
An hour later Mindy wasn't sure what was worse, being
captive of a deranged science teacher or having to read
the script Judy had written. Worse she had to speak them
in front on an audience. By now she wasn't too concerned
about her nudity. It still bothered her but it paled next
to her other problems.
How can anyone write anything this bad, Mindy wondered.
She shifted uncomfortable her ankles chaffing at the
manacles. Mindy had been surprised when Dulcy produced
them. Made of brass they were precisely the size needed
to hobble her ankles together in case she tried to run. A
thin chain ran from them to a bent nail that Judy had
pounded into the desk.
"How we doing?" Judy asked.
"Almost there." Dulcy replied.
Judy was lying on the dentist chair. Her arms had been
pulled above her and tied down. Her top was off and Dulcy
was painting a wall onto her chest and stomach. Judy
topless was much as Mindy suspected. Rail thin with small
almost boyish breast. The wall Dulcy had painted onto her
was a typical dungeon wall. Large gray stones with black
mortar between them. The wall started at her belly button
and rose up to her neck. At the bottom was piled bones
and skulls. From her nipples hung another pair of
manacles. Mindy wasn't sure if her arms would reach
across Judy's chest, but there was no way to avoid
finding out.
Worst of all neither woman had heard anything about a
giant robot attacking the town, so Elvira might have
succeeded, but at what cost? And her family had to have
guessed she was missing by now, they'd be frantic.
"Patience and endurance Mindy." She whispered turning
back to the script in front of her. Neither Dulcy nor
Judy was too bright, otherwise they would have spotted
the wholes in her story right away.
Sooner or later Mindy would have a chance to escape.
"Done." Dulcy said untying her friend.
"Perfect." Judy said, looking at herself in the mirror.
She picked up the scissors and turned to Mindy. "Now
lets see to that hair."
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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