The Organization

Zelda placed her long shapely leg into the rear of the Limo, and then climbed inside. She sat back to open the portfolio that would explain her next assignment, not paying attention to which direction the driver was going. “It’s awful stuffy in here.” She thought and knocked on the glass partition. “Could you turn up the air conditioning, Jacob?

The driver leaned over to flip a red switch on the dash. “That should make you more comfortable Miss.”

Zelda looked more closely at the driver. “You’re not Jacob.”

“No ma’am.” The driver replied. "He had an emergency, so I'm filling in. The small slim man glanced at the rear view mirror to see the beautiful agent smile.

It seemed to become warmer in the back seat, and the woman protested once again. “It’s still too stuffy in here, and the windows won’t roll down.”

“It’ll take a few minutes, before the air cools.” He lied as the gas slowly seeped into the rear compartment.

Zelda tried to concentrate on the instructions in the formal portfolio, but her mind wandered. “Feel strange.” She thought, wiping her brow, and looking out the window. “Hey, we’re going in the wrong direction.” Instead of heading for the Pentagon, the Limo was traveling along the Potomac, heading for an unknown destination. She reached for the doorknob, but discovered there was none. “Uh oh..this..mus..be..a trap.” Her thoughts became slurred.

He watched the woman with amusement as she began to struggle. “This won’t take long. She’ll be out before we get there.”

Zelda started to panic, and a sense of helplessness swept over her. “Have to change into….” It was too late for the FIA agent to transform into her alter ego Victory Lass, since she could no longer concentrate her thoughts. “Feel..sooo..weak..wha’s happp..uhhhh.”

Lord Ketchum watched his prey struggle to stay awake against the chloromist. “It’s all over and the slut doesn’t even realize it yet.” He laughed to himself.

Zelda banged on the side window in a futile attempt to break it, and then her face fell against it, as the gas sapped her strength. “Oohhh…have..to..get owwwt.” Her head spun, and she slipped off the seat. “Wha’s..heee…goin..too..doo..wid..meeeee?” Her voluptuous body slumped to the side, and she lay moaning softly on the floor of the Limo.

Lord Ketchum drove onto a large estate in the northern Virginia suburb, and was met by a huge man with a red beard. “Take our guest to the bedroom and secure her, Ricco. I have another task.” The distinguished looking gentleman watched his assistant drag the slender shapely female figure from the Limo, throw her limp body over his shoulder, and disappear inside the Ivy covered brick building. “Now for my next acquisition.”

Minerva Fields was sitting at her desk in FIA headquarters, when a man entered, pushing a large canvas cart. “What are you doing? Clean-up is supposed to be done at night.”

I know ma’am, but this has to be done now.” He reached into a small bag that appeared to contain his cleaning gear.

Instead of calling someone Minerva rose from the leather chair to escort the man from her office, when she felt a sting in her partially exposed breast. “Ouch! What was that?”

“Sorry about that ma’am, but I didn’t think you’d come with me, unless you were sleeping.” He stood there, holding a small pistol, and watched the long shapely legs buckle, sending the blond to her knees.

“HEL..Hel..hellll..uhhhhh.” Minerva tried to call out, but she couldn’t yell. Her vocal chords were paralyzed. “I..c..can’t..believe this is..happening.” She felt a wave of dizziness overcome her, and reached out to grasp something for support, but she fell forward onto her side.

Lord Ketchum could have watched her struggles all day. However, that wasn’t possible in this busy place, so he leaned over to grab the semi-conscious woman by the arm, to pull her up. “Oh no, someone’s coming.” Ducking behind the cart, he saw an older woman enter.

“Minerva, you have a meeting with…HEAVENS, What happened?” The secretary leaned over her boss’s prone body, not aware of the intruder. ‘WHUMP!!’ A dull thud signaled the black jack’s connection with the back of her head. “UNNNNNN!!” Wilma’s head flew backwards, her hands raised into the air, and her body slumped forward on top of Minerva, who was still trying to remain conscious.

Lord Ketchum rolled the secretary off his main prey, and noticed the woman staring blankly at him. “Sorry my dear.” He swung the black jack once more, hitting her in the forehead.

“Uunngg!” Her eyes rolled back in her head, and the shapely, but hefty body relaxed, while her legs slid along the carpet to spread apart. She wasn’t aware of being turned over and having her wrist and ankles tied tightly. Nor did she object at the cloth being stuffed in her mouth.

“Now for Minerva.” He turned his attention towards the beautiful blond, who was just recovering from the tranquilizer dart. “You have quite a strong resistance system.” Lord Ketchum wrapped one arm around the woman’s neck, and his other around the slim waist, to lift her off the floor. “Don’t struggle and I won’t hurt you.” He whispered into her ear.

However, Minerva was too busy trying to breathe to hear him. “GGRRGGGGG!!” Need air” She grabbed the arm in a vain attempt to loosen the man’s grip, but she was still too weak from the dart. “C..can’t..breathe…uugghhhh” Her legs thrashed in the air, throwing off one of the black high heels. “How..did..heeee..get..in..here?” She wondered as her lungs cried out for relief. “ It’s growing dark…I’m so weak.”

Lord Ketchum felt the sensuous body begin to relax, as his victims arms fell loosely to her sides, and those long curvy legs dangled limply just off the floor. There was a deep gasp as the woman made one last attempt to inhale, and then silence. She was laid in the cart and then wheeled unnoticed from the office building to the Limo.

It was late afternoon when Lord Ketchum arrived at the estate with his catch. “How’s the other one doing, Ricco?” He asked the large man, who greeted them once again.

“She’s resting peacefully in the guest room, sir.” He replied while reaching into the trunk to remove the unconscious Minerva. “Which one is she?” He asked as he tossed the body over his shoulder.

“This one calls herself Freedom Girl.” Lord Ketchum returned to the driver’s seat. “One more and the day will be complete.” He drove down the driveway, and sped back to the city.

After discovering Wilma trussed up in Minerva’s office the FIA went on alert, announcing situation five was in effect. “Who do you think is responsible, Chief?” Diana asked.

“No doubt it’s the work of the Reaper. No one else would be so brazen as to kidnap one of our agents from the Headquarter’s building.” The tall vivacious red head sat in front of the computer. “We’ve received no information on the man, so we’re placing special protection on all our agents. Pamela will escort you home, and stand guard while you get some rest. Tomorrow will be a long day.”

As the two women left for the garage, where their cars were parked, Pamela spoke first. “It seems a bit strange for me, a police officer, to be guarding a Superheroine type like you.”

“The organization doesn’t want to take chances against this vile criminal. He’s clever, brilliant, and very devious.” Diana stated, as she climbed into the passenger seat, next to the policewoman. It took just a few minutes to reach the apartment, located in a swank area of town. As they pulled into the underground garage, Diana spotted a suspicious looking Limo parked close to the row of elevators.

Pamela got out of the car, cautioning Diana to stay put. “I’ll check it out.” She drew her pistol, approached the driver’s side, and tapped the tinted window. “Please open up, so I can see you.” She waited patiently as the window slowly slid open.

“Can I help you officer?” A distinguished looking man with a goatee, smiled and then blew some powder in the woman’s startled face.

“Wha..di..you..doooo.” Pamela fell to her knees, with one hand over her mouth and the other trying to grab something to steady herself.

Diana was stunned by what she witnessed, and jumped from the car, quickly transforming into Wonder Babe. She stood for a moment with hands on hips, dressed in a gold trimmed red top whose neckline dipped so low it barely covered her nipples. Her bottom was a blue thong decorated by one lone white star, and the spike heels of her red leather boots clicked on the concrete floor as she approached the man. “STOP!” She shouted and removed her lasso.

“Good evening Wonder Babe, I’ve been anxious to meet you.” He didn’t seem surprised or intimidated, when the magic lasso encircled his body. “Is this the famous Magic Lasso?”

“Yes, and you will answer my questions.” She yanked on the golden cord, pulling the man closer. “OWWW!” Something pricked her thigh, and she looked down to see Pamela’s hand holding a syringe.” What are you doing?” Wonder Babe staggered backwards, not knowing what to expect. “WHY????”

“God job Pam. Take her car to the estate, and I’ll wrap up things here.” The Reaper unloosened the golden noose around his waist, and let it drop to the ground.

Wonder Babe had let the rope fall from her hand and was holding the sore spot on her leg. She could feel the serum expand from her thigh through both legs, making them weak. “Ohhh..c..can’t stand…” Her hands reached out for the side of the Limo, as her knees buckled. “Why are..yoooo..doin…thish?”

Lord Ketchum chuckled to himself as the woman slid to her knees. “Having some difficulty?” He watched her lean against the door trying to stay erect.

Wonder Babe could feel the chemical easing through her system, and her hands slowly released their grip on the door handle to hang loosely at her sides. Her whole body relaxed, and she saw the ground slowly rise towards her. “Sooo..helpless..can’t resist…c..can’t fight.” The Super Heroine lay there paralyzed, but not unconscious.

Lord Ketchum took a large soft sponge, and poured some liquid into it. “Sorry Wonder Babe, but that injection won’t put you to sleep, but this will.”

“What are you doing?” A voice sounded behind the man, and when he turned, a gorgeous woman in a tight blue leotard and thigh high elastic boots stared at him through a blue mask, covering half her face. “That’s Wonder Babe, what happened?”

“She must have fainted. I was just trying to revive her.” Lord Ketchum couldn’t believe his luck. This was Bluebird, and he prepared himself to capture her.

"What's the matter, Wonder Babe?" Blue bird asked her friend, and bent over to check on her condition.

Wonder Babe saw the man sneak behind Bluebird and made a valiant effort to warn her. "Noooo..look...ooowwwwtttt."
She watched the cloth being pressed over Bluebird's nose and mouth. "Ohhh..pleeeze..donnn't..let thish..happpen."

“AAGGMMMPPHH!!” Bluebird tried to rise, but she was trapped in that stooped over position. Her hands grabbed for the wet sponge, but couldn’t dislodge it from her face. Having inhaled some of the deadly fumes, her body felt the effects immediately.

Wonder Babe lay helpless, watching the fear in her friend’s eyes. She had breathed too much of the chloroform, and realized it was merely a matter of time before she succumbed. “I’m sorry Bluebird, but I can’t help.”

“Breathe deep, and it’ll be over quick.” The Reaper whispered into the panic stricken Heroine’s ear. He felt the woman release her grip on his arm, and begin a futile effort of slapping, before they flopped down. He knew it was over, so layed the unconscious Superheroine next to Wonder Babe, whose eyes filled with tears.

She watched the man resoak the sponge, and turn towards her prone body. “NO..PLEASE..DON...MMMMMMM!” She could only moan into the sponge, which covered her nose and mouth. Her body was pulled upwards and Lord Ketchum held the slender sexy body next to his.

“Your friend will make a nice bonus, don’t you think?” Reaper chuckled. Keeping the sponge in place for a long time, he finally removed it, and placed the limp body of Wonder Babe in the back seat. After placing a dust mask soaked with chloroform over the Superheroines face, he then did the same to Bluebird, but tossed her limp body in the boot. “We’ll have to make extra room for our unexpected guest.” He chuckled, and then drove the Limo along the moonlit Potomac river on the way to the estate.


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