Enter the Blue Heron

It was pouring when the tiny Porche entered the gravel driveway, and stopped in front of the majestic stone mansion. Huge flashes of lightning lit up the dark sky, followed by rumbling thunder that seemed to shake the ground. A petite female figure leaped from the blue two seater to run for shelter on the wrap around porch. In that short distance the young blond was drenched as she approached the front door. Shaking her short wet curls, the woman known as Mike Marvel knocked on the large worn oak door. “I hope someone’s awake.” She said aloud to her self, feeling a slight chill.

A Long moment later, the old door creaked open to reveal a tall lanky man dressed in black. “Can I be of some assistance?” The deep creepy voice asked.

“Yes.” Mike answered timidly. “It’s raining so hard, I can no longer see to drive in the dark. Would it be possible to take shelter here till morning?” She asked.

The tall man stared at the attractive young woman soaked by the down pour. “You look to be in need of warming up.” He responded as the door opened wider to let the beautiful little stranger enter. “ The parlor’s to the right, and there’s a nice fire going.” He led her through the marble foyer into a large room with oak parquet flooring, a glass chandalier, old oil portraits on the walls, and a huge stone fireplace. The wind wailed outside, while rain splashed against the tall window on the wall next to the roaring fire. Mike felt like she had been transported back in time. “Please have a seat next to the fireplace while I fetch a warm drink. My name is Devon. I’m Lord Nod’s houseman.” The tall man exited the room, leaving Mike to herself.

“This is quite something.” Mike thought as she strolled around the room looking at all the portraits, which had names at the bottom of the frames. “They must be Lord Nod’s ancestors. I wonder how long this old place has been here?” She wondered out loud.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a booming voice coming from the foyer, as Lord Nod approached the parlor. “Hello there, Devon told me we had a guest for the night. I’m Lord Nod.” The large imposing figure crossed the room and kissed the back of Mike’s hand, making the young blond feel a bit uncomfortable. “Welcome to my humble abode.” He said, while ushering her to a seat. “Devon will be here momentarily, bringing some hot tea and crumpets. What on earth brought you out here on a dreadful night like this?” He asked politely.

“I was on my way to the Aerie.” Mike responded. “Have you heard of them?” She asked, knowing that the Sisterhood tried to keep a low profile.

“I believe it’s located at the top of the mountain.” He said, as his eyes wandered to her shapely legs extending from the very short blue skirt. “I have no idea what they do there.”

“I’ve been hired as a secretary there, and with the salary that was offered I couldn’t turn it down.” She continued hoping he believed her. “I know it’s in a remote location, but I’m single with no ties, and along with a substantial salary they provide room and board.” The young blond eyed the man suspiciously, hoping he bought her story.

In reality Mike (Michelle) Marvel was sent to Lord Nod’s to investigate rumors that he was responsible for several recent female disappearances in the area. His Rolls had been seen near two of the locations where the missing women were last seen. That wasn’t enough to warrant an investigation by the police, but the Sisterhood had much more leeway. Thus they sent one of their newest super agents, Blue Heron in her alter ego persona, to check out the reclusive Lord Nod.

Devon entered the parlor, pushing a cart with a large pot of steaming tea, and a plate full of pastries. “Do you prefer lemon or cream in your tea Miss?” He asked in that low creepy voice that reminded Mike of Igor in those old horror flicks.

It was an hour later that Lord Nod suggested Devon show their guest to the bedroom. “Mattie, our housekeeper will see to your clothes.” He then started to leave. “I’ll say good night, and will see you in the morning.” He turned to the tall houseman. “Make sure the young lady is comfortable and has some nourishment. I’ll be in the lab if you need me.”

Mike entered the huge bedroom that had plush blood red carpeting, antique white furniture, and a massive four poster with a gold trimmed red canopy. “Wow Devon, this is something.”

“Yes Miss, we call this the Royal Suite.” Devon smiled. and then ushered the housekeeper into the room. “This is Mattie and she will see to drying your clothes as well as getting you some temporary replacements.” The tall strange looking man headed for the door. “Can I get you something to eat?”

“No Devon, I’m fine.” Mike replied, and then accepted some clothes from the housekeeper, who promised to return for hers after she took them off. “This is quite the assignment.” The Sisterhood agent thought, when she was finally alone. Later that night everything had settled down, and Mike decided to start snooping around the old mansion. The thunder had receded, but the rain still blasted against the French doors at the end of the large bedroom. “It’s time for the Blue Heron to enter the scene.” With that declaration, the petite young blond stood at the foot of the bed, raised her arms, and then spun in place. Suddenly there was a flash of light and the cute little blond was replaced by a tall shapely raven haired beauty. The magnificent figure was attired in a skin tight blue and white leotard with a wide white belt around her slim waist, and spike heel boots on her two long curvy legs. “Let’s see what the Lord of the manor is doing in that lab.” She declared as the beautiful Amazon carefully opened the door, sneaked along the long hallway, and climbed down the magnificent stone staircase. Everyone seemed to have gone to sleep for the night, so she crept silently along, while scanning with her x-ray vision. “Aha, there’s the stairs to the cellar.” The Blue Heron slowly climbed down the narrow wooden steps, then silently moved towards a room, where she spotted Lord Nod still working. “Good Heavens!!!” Her eyes noticed three large circular tubes containing naked females hanging by their wrists. “THE MISSING WOMEN!!!” The gorgeous Amazon figure froze at the horrific sight. Her first thought was to rush into the room, and save the women, but then she wondered if they were alive, and were there others? While staring transfixed for the moment Blue Heron felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck. “OOHHH!...What was that?” Her hand shot back to the sore spot, and her head started turning in a failed effort to look behind. She lost balance causing the intrepid heroine to fall forward onto her knees. “Soooo...weak...getting dizzy.” Her mind quickly became addled as she struggled to regain her footing. “Have..to..get..up....get..awaaaay.” She weakened further, and fell onto her hands, barely able to keep from collapsing onto her large breasts. “Oooo...nooo..I’ve failed....on my...first..assignment.” Blue heron’s eyes fogged over as she slumped onto her stomach.

Devon stood holding a syringe and smiled down at the now helpless woman. “I don’t know who you are, or how you got in the Manor, but the Lord will be pleased to add you to the experiments.” The tall houseman watched as the Blue Heron struggled in vain to stay awake. There was a low soft moan as her eyes rolled back and the lovely body went limp. It was over and the agent was now a prisoner of the vile Lord Nod.


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