Chapter 4 - Bad storm on the
rise
The winds whistled and
howled all around the hotel with small twigs going aloft for a few
seconds before settling back down on the sandy soil. At the dock
at the far end of Maniquo Island, the boat that the hotel used to ferry
customers back and forth from the mainland was out of the water and
stored securely inside in a nearby shed.
Inside the hotel, the
staff members, along with the help of several heroines, were busy
pulling furniture away from windows that faced the strengthening
winds. The hotel manager Quiero Lalkes was directing staff where
to store the furniture while the executives of Luscious Lingerie looked
on with growing apprehension.
"For a building that is
supposed to be safe against this type of weather, the hotel staff and
management certainly are moving a lot of stuff around. Did you
get a chance to talk to the manager about the electricity and what
happens if the storm knocks out the power?" Valerie asked her
assistant as she saw Lauren, aka Yankee Girl, lift one of the
oversized couches in the lobby towards one of the ballrooms not being
used.
"Well, after being
reassured several times that the power won't be lost due to the
hurricane, Quiero did finally say that they have a back-up generator
that can be used for up to twelve hours if the power goes out.
However, she then went on to say that, in the almost four years she had
managed the hotel right from when it opened, they have never used it at
all," Debbie replied as she jotted a note down in her Palm Pilot.
"I certainly hope she's
right because the contract we signed with the hotel owner ensured our
company that the show could be staged here no matter what. We've
got 36 hours before the show is supposed to go on and I don't want
anything left to chance," Valerie said as she walked out into
the main lobby near where the statue of Fairchild stood with the set of
bra and panties still adoring the shapely stone figure.
The two executives walked
back into the main ballroom where they saw most of the preparations had
been made for the telecast. Janet Van Dyne was at the far end of
the room talking in low tones to her fellow heroine Valkyrie that
seemed to be an effort to calm the latter down. On the runway,
Patsy Walker, known in her heroic exploits as the heroine Hellcat, was
seeing how she looked in a white and black corset, panties and thigh-high stocking outfit. With her past work as a model, not to
mention a very attractive appearance, Patsy looked to be one of the
feature models for the show.
As Valerie and Debbie looked
over the folding chairs stacked up against the walls and passed several
display forms that showcased some of the items the company sold to the
public, Valerie was about to make note about the room to her
assistant when there was a loud CRASHH!!! heard outside the
building. The two hurried back out into the lobby just in time to
see what looked like the remnants of a tree crash into the boathouse
located a short distance from the hotel.
Lyta Trevor, aka Fury,
and Janet dashed outside the hotel and saw the beginnings of a fire
starting to become visible in the boathouse. However, before
either of them or the hotel workers could get any closer, the building
exploded with a large fireball blossoming outwards which consumed the
contents within.
"Damn, this is just
great! Can anything else go wrong?" Quiero shouted
out loud as she momentarily lost her cool, calm demeanor as hotel
manager. The brown-haired woman looked out at the burning
building as her employees, with the help of the heroines, managed to
get the fire under control before the wind blew it elsewhere.
"Well, once
this hurricane blows through, we'll contact the mainland to send us a
replacement boat and talk to our insurance people about our
losses. Sigh....." Quiero murmured to herself as she
looked at the smoldering debris that was even now being tugged at by
the mounting winds in the area.
"You really
should come inside, Ms. Lalkes. The winds and rain are going to
make it a certainty that we have to secure the entranceways in the next
fifteen minutes to protect the interior of the building," Carlo said while dropping down his sunglasses slightly in seeing his
boss' frazzled condition.
Nodding in
agreement, Quiero waved her staff and the heroines back inside the
hotel once the fire was completely subdued. As it happened, they
had just got inside when another tree crashed to the ground as a result
of the wind and landed exactly where the hotel manager just had been.
Meanwhile,
Valerie and her assistant were looking on the activity with more than a
passing interest. "Well, so much for shuttling the press in
right after the storm stops. Oh, well, once everything has been
secured, let's try and get back to the rehearsal part of the
show. There's no windows where the show is to take place and it's
in the center part of the building so it's as good a place as any to
wait out the hurricane," the CEO said confidently to her assistant.
Thirty minutes later......
Consuela
pushed her cleaning cart down the deserted hallways that she had
traveled many times in the past with a pleasant look on her face that
masked her true feelings. She was one of the staff members who
had volunteered to work in the hotel during the big lingerie show (figuring the tips from such a famous and internationally know group of
women would be astronomical) but things had not turned out quite as
she had planned. For one, except for a few, most of the
heroines tipped no better than the tourists who usually frequented the
resort. Another was that the snooty woman who owned the company
that was staging the big show was always hassling her to get things for
her or clean up an area that Consuela had just cleaned no more than
thirty minutes later. To top it all, a big hurricane had came
into the area meaning all these women would be cooped up and make her
life miserable.
"I should
have gone back to the mainland with everyone else and worked for my
uncle at his restaurant in Lima. This is going to be sheer
hell until this is all done," Consuela muttered to herself as
she got out several towels from her cart and walked over to the room
nearest her.
"Hello? Room service here with fresh towels...." the maid said
as she knocked on the room door. After several more unanswered
knocks, Consuela reached into a pocket on her uniform and dug out the
pass key she used to get into rooms for cleaning and changing linen and
bedding. Unlocking the room door, the dark haired mid 30's woman
stepped into the room carefully with a pile of towels draped over her
forearms.
To her
surprise, she heard the shower running in the room's washroom and
realized that the occupant might not have heard her knocking on the
door. "Hello? This is the hotel cleaning staff
here. I'm here to change the bed and leave you fresh towels," Consuela said loudly hoping to get the attention of the room's
occupant once again.
Five or
ten seconds later, the maid opened the door with her pass key and
stepped inside the luxurious room. Closing the door behind her,
Consuela looked around but saw no sign of the occupant in the bathroom,
though the shower was indeed running.
"Strange... maybe the woman went to get a bucket of ice or talk to those
other snobs at the show. Thank goodness this is the last room I
have to clean today and then I can head to the area set aside to ride
this big wind storm. What is this?" the maid said as she
changed the towels in the bathroom and headed back into the main room
to strip the bedding, where she spotted several items lying on
it. Stepping over closer to the bed, Consuela saw several boxes,
a camera and what appeared to some sort of list.
"Hmmmm... this
looks like a list of all those super powered snobs that they have
brought in for the show. Why do some of their names have red
crosses over them though?" the maid said softly to herself as
she leafed through the papers on the bed. As she did, the closet
door behind Consuela quietly swung open and a figure stepped out and
moved behind the unaware maid.
"Wait a
second. I remember who it is that is supposed to be staying in
this room. Gosh, how could I be so stupid and forget it?
It must be all this talk about the hurricane and putting stuff away
that made me forget. I wonder....." Consuela started to
say before suddenly falling silent as the figure gripped her from
behind with one arm around her throat and the other wrapped tightly
around her chest. The maid tried desperately to break from the
grip but found her strength rapidly draining from her limbs. She
tried to yell for help but all she could muster was a hoarse gasp that
was barely audible beyond a few feet.
"Sorry,
darling, but if my plans for the weekend are going to come to fruition,
I have to make sure that no one is aware that something is amiss until
the very end. For you, that means silence and in a way that
will insure it," the person intoned while simultaneously
massaging the maid's neck and chest vigorously.
"Please.... let
me.... ooooohhhh... let me go!!!...." Consuela gasped in a
pleading voice to her unseen attacker but her words fell on deaf
ears. In fact, her struggles to break free seemed to be growing
weaker by the second for some unexplained reason. After a minute
or two, the attacker noticeably loosened the grip around her body which
coincided with the maid's losing her ability to speak altogether. The
she tried to step towards the doorway and get away from the room's
occupant, whose name she no longer could recall, but her legs no longer
seemed to want to move. In fact, the same thing applied to her
arms, which hung stiffly by her sides, and the rest of her lithe body.
Only Consuela's
eyes still responded to her thoughts and they glanced around wildly as
she tried desperately to figure out what was going on. Without
warning, she felt her maid's uniform being ripped from her body in a
rapid and deliberate manner. This was followed by the systematic
removal of her bra, panties and hose in a deft manner with the tipping
of her body to the side by a person whose face seemed.... seemed
unimportant.
"Don't worry
about it, my pretty little maid. By the time this is all done,
you'll be wearing the finest lingerie available and be admired for how
nice it looks on you. Unfortunately, from your perspective, you may
not notice your fans looking at you," the person said with a
small snicker before going into the closet he/she had just emerged from
and retrieving a small pink box with the logo of Luscious Lingerie
emblazoned in gold on the top.
Setting the box
on a nearby table, the person opened it up and removed an eggshell
white push up bra with frilly trim and shoestring panties. After
swiftly slipping the lingerie onto the immobile Consuela, the person
moved behind her and started to massage her vigorously.
"What.... are..... you.... doooooo?" Consuela gasped before falling
silent as her ability to speak vanished just like her mobility.
She felt an odd tingling sensation starting to spread rapidly
throughout her body that was unlike anything she had experienced before
in her life. Looking downwards, the maid saw that her body was
becoming glossy and artificial in appearance with blemishes and
freckles disappearing right before her eyes. Even stranger, she
had the oddest feeling that she was growing shorter by the moment
though this fact, strangely, was of vague importance to her.
"Oh, I think
it's becoming quite apparent what I'm doing though it might be
difficult for you to comprehend," the individual responsible for
Consuela's changing state said while continuing to caress the maid's
chest, stomach and waist. The room was completely silent for what
seemed like sounds of happiness coming from the only mobile person in
the room.
"Comp... apparent... what is.... ooohhh... I
look so good in this bra and panty set.... it feels so right to be
wearing this....." Consuela thought as her thinking
seemed to be drifting into a more simplistic type of thinking... a passive type
of thinking that was opposite of everything she normally thought.
Consuela's eyes
became fixed and unmoving like the rest of her body has become as her
transformation continued its rapid process. Her legs, which
indeed were shortening as Consuela had just surmised, seemed to
disappear altogether followed quickly by her arms. Before
Consuela's mind could register the fact that she no longer had any
limbs, she felt her eyes, ears and mouth disappear as if they were
being vacuumed up. In truth, her head was shrinking into the torso form
she now was and in a matter of seconds, it had vanished altogether.
The person
responsible for Consuela's transformation chuckled evilly as the torso
form slightly wobbled upon completion of the transformation before
sitting still on the room's plush, carpeted floor. Nodding in
approval, the person reached under the bed and pulled out a box with
the LL logo stamped in the
center of the box's top. The malevolent individual set the box
down on the bed before reaching down and picking the torso form off the
ground with the hands encircling the plastic bosoms of the form.
Consuela's
mind, now solely revolving around its new purpose, exulted in the
pleasure that rippled through it. "Yess... I am being used for the purpose I
exist for, to display bra and panty sets..... I am fulfilling my
purpose.... I am content..." the shapely form thought before settling
into the box it was put into by what it assumed was its' new owner.
"Sorry,
darling, but you picked the wrong room to stumble into for cleaning," the person said calmly before closing the lid on the box and
leaving the form in darkness.......
Elsewhere........
With the
hotel as secured as it could be against the approaching weather event,
the people dispersed to different areas to keep themselves busy before
resuming rehearsals for those involved with the show. As for the
heroines, a couple agreed to stay in the lobby area near the Fairchild
statue in case there was any problems around the hotel's main entrance
or if the hotel's employees needed any assistance.
For
the others, some took advantage of the brief respite to get
something to eat while others relaxed in their rooms or
elsewhere. In the case of Lyta, she decided to head off to the
hotel's gymnasium area and do some light working out while waiting to
return to the show's rehearsals.
As
the blonde heroine changed in the locker area, Lyta reflected briefly
that maybe this wasn't the correct activity to be doing at this moment
given the chaos that seemed to be enveloping the hotel. However,
if there was one thing that was stressed to her as she grew up as an
adopted child of the Amazon women of Paradise Island (where the famed
heroine Wonder Woman originally came from), it was that she should
treat her body like a temple and kept it fit and trim at all
times. Judging by the way the white lycra leotard slipped tightly
over her waist and ample sized chest, it was a vow that Lyta took to
heart.
After donning a pair of sneakers that were much more comfortable than
the boots she wore with her costume, Lyta headed into the deserted
workout room and started doing her warm-up routine. As she bended
and stretched her lithe body, Lyta wondered if she shouldn't try and
convince everybody to evacuate to the mainland in case the storm was
worse than predicted. Despite the resort manager's assurances
that everything would be ok, Lyta had a nagging feeling that something
bad would happen.
"Enough worrying for now... time for me to
do some serious exercising....." Lyta thought as she
completed her warm up and stepped up on one of the step trainer
machines that the hotel had arranged to bring in for her and her fellow
heroines. Selecting a pace that was roughly the same as when she
was chasing down a petty crook on a city street, Lyta quickly settled
into a comfortable pace.
Twenty or
so minutes later, Lyta stepped off the machine and walking over to the
weight training apparatus. She had just laid back on the padded
bench with her head under the weights she was prepared to lift when the
overhead lights started to flicker rather ominously. Five or ten
seconds
later, the lights winked out altogether and left the room in complete
darkness. Although emergency lights kicked on right away, it left
the room gloomy and poorly lit at best for anyone inside it.
"Well, normally I would wait until the
lights came back on before resuming my exercising but the women on
Paradise Island always told me to finish what you start regardless of
the adversities. I'll do my 50 reps here and if the lights
haven't come on by then, I'll move to another apparatus that doesn't
need electricity," Lyta mentally determined as she
started to lift the 3-ton weight she had added to the bar for her reps.
Lyta
finished her weight lifting relatively quickly and after setting the
bar back on its supports, she sat up on the bench and wiped her neck
and face with a nearby towel. Noticing that the gym's lights had
yet to return, she thought over what to do next in her workout. Mentally eliminating the parts that involved the electrically powered
machines, Lyta decided to keep things simple so she retrieved a jumping
rope from a nearby shelf and started skipping rope in front of a wall
mirror.
The blonde
heroine had only been skipping for about three or four minutes when the
emergency lights too went out without warning and left the room in complete
darkness. After one or two more rotations, Lyta dropped the rope
to her feet and debated whether to wait for some of the lights to
return or join with her fellow heroines in the main lobby once her eyes
adjusted to the darkness.
However,
before she had a chance to make a decision, Lyta was grabbed around the
shoulders in a tight grip for a second or two before being flung to one
side. The heroine landed on her face and was momentarily stunned
by the power of the attack. Before Lyta had a chance to recover,
she felt her attacker (whoever it was) land on her back and pin her
with his/her weight. Lyta then had her arms grabbed, one at a
time, forced outwards and pinned with what felt like metal bars of
sorts.
"Who.... who are you?" Lyta shouted as she desperately tried to
see who her attacker was. However, her inquires were met with
stony silence with only the somewhat heavy breathing of her assailant
audible in the room. As the seconds ticked by, Lyta's
struggles to break free grew weaker as it felt to the blonde heroine
that her strength was rapidly being drained from her body. Even though her
attacker was no longer on her back, Lyta didn't have the strength to
stand up or remove the poles pinning her to the floor.
As
it turned out, Lyta's attacker pulled out the metal rods that had
pinned Lyta's hands after a few more minutes. Usually, this would
result in the blonde heroine jumping up and engaging her assailant in
furious combat but the fatigue that had crept into her limbs was
becoming more pervasive throughout her entire body. The best Lyta
could manage was to pull her arms in toward her body and pull herself
upwards slightly as if she was about to do push-ups.
In a
move that was just as fast and surprising as the initial attack, Lyta's
attacker leaned down and, grasping her around the waist, pulling the
heroine to her feet. The heroine seemed to be in sort of
cataleptic trance as she wasn't putting up any kind of fight
whatsoever. The only indications that she was still conscious was
that her fingers were still twitching, though her arms were as rigid as
steel beams, and her blue eyes were bouncing around wildly in their
sockets.
"What...is.... going on.... here?...... this
is... a... resort.... the last place.... I expect... an
attack... by.... uhhh.... getting
hard.... to..... think.... hard to.... what.... is.... happening...... to.... me.....?" Lyta thought to herself even as her assailant, who she
was unable to clearly identify even yet, started to methodically strip
the heroine of her exercise attire. As she quickly became nude
under the attacker's swift ripping away of her garments, Lyta thought
that if she was lucky, one of her fellow heroines or even a hotel staff
member would walk in and discover the two of them. Unfortunately
for her, the gym was silent save for the tearing of cloth and nylon
though Lyta could hardly feel it whatsoever.
Once the heroine was nude,
her assailant stood her up on her feet just as the emergency lights
came on. Lyta found herself staring at one of the mirrors and
realized almost immediately that her odd feelings were based on much
more than fatigue and such. She saw that her skin had taken on a
glossy appearance that was visible over 90% of her body and looked to
be still spreading. Freckles, blemishes and other imperfections
had vanished altogether or were in the process of doing so with the
affected area now looking like the rest of her skin — shiny and
flawless.
Lyta
mentally gasped as she felt her pussy start to twitch and moisten as if
it was being stimulated by an unseen source. An agonizing few moments
later, Lyta watched as the edges seemed to pull tightly together before
the whole area smoothed over as it became artificial and glossy like
the rest of her. Simultaneously, she felt her anus forming into
what seemed like a perfect round opening with the interior stretching
into a cylinder of sorts. Strangely, the heroine could sense what
seemed like a cold metal plate start to form out of nowhere over the
top of her transformed anus though it didn't completely cover it
judging by the breeze she felt traveling up her transformed opening.
Before she had a chance to even attempt to comprehend what was
happening to her, Lyta saw with her fixed vision that there were more
changes happening to her body. She could see what appeared to be
hinges or something similar appearing on her shoulders, wrists, waist
and left leg as if she could be separated into pieces and packed away
in a wooden box. Her breathing, which was already diminished
considerably, seemed to disappear altogether as her chest stopped
rising and falling. Her nipples and areolas faded away as her
breasts became twin mounds of rigid plastic or whatever material her
body was becoming.
Suddenly, she felt her arms
being grappled from behind by her attacker and were being positioned in
a manner suiting his/her desire. Her left arm was left to dangle
at her side with the hand slightly brushing against her thigh while her
right arm was bent at the elbow with her right hand resting on her
hip. Images of herself posed in a window or on a store floor displaying
clothing of various types started to cloud Lyta's mind.
"A
MANNEQUIN...... I'M BECOMING A PLASTIC DISPLAY FIGURE...... I'M A
HEROINE.... NOT SOME DISPLAY FORM......... THIS CAN'T
BE....... I..... I..... I NEED TO WEAR SOMETHING FOR MY
OWNER..... NOO!!!!!...... YESSS!!!!....... WHO CAN BE DOING
THIS?........ MY OWNER?.... NOOOO!!!!....." Lyta's
thoughts churned in conflict with herself as she tried desperately to maintain her tenuous
hold
on who she really was rather than the inanimate item she was
becoming. However, her mental struggles were weakened as she felt
her eyes become nothing more than colored glass with her mouth freezing
into a warm smiling expression that belied the inner rage she was feeling. She couldn't move.
With the
transformation complete, the attacker, whose identity still seemed
hidden by darkness though Lyta knew she should have some clue, picked
up her inanimate form around the waist and carried the mannequin to the
back of the room. Resting it up against the wall, the person
briefly went into a nearby closet and returned with a box carrying the LL logo on it. Opening the
box, Lyta's attacker quickly dressed the mannequin in the lingerie that
was contained within before moving to clean up the mess resulting from
the fracas the two had engaged in. Once done, the person
returned to the closet and pulled out a second box that looked to be a
hat box of some sort. To Lyta's shock, the person plucked her
own hair, which now was nothing more than a wig, off her head and replaced
it with a shiny brown wig that was shoulder length and cut in a way that
looked totally opposite to Lyta's usual style.
After picking up the mannequin and impaling on a display stand that
Lyta didn't recall seeing before, the attacker picked up the
lightweight mannequin and carried the transformed heroine quickly
across the floor. As she passed the wall mirror she had looked at
before, Lyta saw that she was dressed in what looked like a red and
gold corset with matching garters and fishnet stockings. The fact
that the colors of her outfit were similar to the ones she wore when
performing heroic deeds was an irony not lost on Lyta. Unfortunately, the contemplation of her current predicament was
becoming secondary to the thoughts of how her owner liked her
displaying the outfit chosen for her.
Ten or so minutes later.......
Janet and Lauren were standing in the hallway chatting among themselves
as they watched several hotel workers who had not gone ashore continue
to move material into the main rooms set aside for the lingerie
show. The two stood under the lingerie-clad statue that, in
reality, was the transformed Caitlin Fairchild and watched the rain
beat against the building outside.
"I know these lingerie executives are determined to put on the show no
matter what but this is ridiculous!" Janet said with disbelief
as she motioned for Lauren to follow her into the main room.
"Well, I suppose they figure they lose too much in terms of negative
publicity and such if they cancel at this point. Say, have you
seen Fairchild or Lyta at all tonight?" Lauren replied as she
stopped to admire a strikingly realistic mannequin that was dressed in
bright yellow and red.
"I'M
HERE!!!... RIGHT HERE!!... LOOK CLOSER!!!.... I...I... LOOK GOOD IN THIS
FOR MY OWNER... I HOPE THEY ARE PLEASED.... NOOOOO!!!!!!......" Lyta mentally shouted over and over though no one could hear... or
would......
Elsewhere in the room,
a faint smile crossed someone's face as if they just heard something very
funny.......
To be continued.........