Femforce - Perfect in Plastic
Author's note : This is the fourth part of
a serial that pits the shapely members of Femforce against Cosmetica, a
villainess unlike any they have encountered in the past. There
are scenes of violence, sexuality and foul language so if this bothers you, please move onto another story.
[Read this series from the beginning, or review the last chapter. Ed]
Chapter 4 - Another
There were a large amount of people
gathered around the outside the warehouse that was supposed to be one
of the staging areas for the big parade that day. However,
judging by the large number of police barricades that had been erected
around the building and the refusal of the officers on the scene to
give any details to the press, something had gone wrong inside and it
may have involved one of the legendary crimefighting group Femforce.
Inside the building, several members of
the Femforce were examining the interior of the warehouse for clues to
Cosmetica's whereabouts as well as their missing friends. From
the information given by eyewitnesses in the area as well as Garganta's
silence when messaged repeatedly from the team's HQ, the Femforcers
concluded that their giantess comrade and friend was the latest to fall
victim to the machinations of Cosmetica.
"I'm getting real tired of coming to
these scenes after all the fighting has been done and find that
psychotic bitch Cosmetica has kicked our butts once again,"
She-Cat snarled as she pounded on a nearby wooden crate in frustration.
"Take it easy, Jessica. We'll
find the clues we need to track down Cosmetica and rescue our friends
from her clutches," the green and white leotard clad Tara called
out as she, in her own giantess state, searched the rafters as well as
scanned the length of the warehouse for anything out of the ordinary.
"Yeah, Jessica, I mean, I''m bummed out
about Laura's disappearance but I figure we'll find her soon
enough. She always told me 'Patience before....ummmm....before
anger' , I think," Synn murmured as she looked over the
remnants of Garganta's bathing suit.
A visibly angry She-Cat was only
slightly mollified by her teammates comments and started to search
herself for clues. Suddenly, she stopped upon hearing a faint
noise coming under the debris of several destroyed crates and other
materials. Calling over her fellow Femforcers, the heroine
started clawing away the debris to get to what laid beneath.
"Uhhhh...darn, did anybody get the name
of that truck?" Ms. Victory moaned as she finished pushing off
the rest of the debris that She-Cat hadn't yet cleared away.
"Joan, are you all right? What
happened here anyway?" Tara asked as she resumed her normal
size and rushed over to check on her friend's condition.
"Well, what happened was Cosmetica showed up
along with Laura, who she seems to have some sort of control
over. We scuffled briefly while Garganta seemed to have been
immobilized by some sort of energy. Next thing I knew, I got
slammed into the wall by a punch from Cosmetica which knocked me
unconscious. The next thing I knew, Jessica was pulling all sorts
of junk off me," Joan muttered in disgust as she rose to her
feet. Her legs wobbled slightly as she stood and there was an odd
shine visible on her thighs as well as around her face and
cleavage. However, the Femforce members were too preoccupied by
the situation to notice the odd look.
"I hate to interrupt things,
everyone, but shouldn't we get after Cosmetica sometime today?"
Jessica snarled before turning towards the entrance of the warehouse.
"What's with Jessica? She seems a little
more on edge than usual even for her," Joan inquired of her
fellow heroines as she slowly made over to where they were gathered.
"Oh, she's not real comfortable with being
indoors and just standing around. Oh, I should tell you, a few of
our auxiliary members have contacted our base and have told us they
a few leads they're checking into. Miss Masque has found some
info on the internet which pointed to an informer she talks with
regularly. Kitten is looking into a rumor that Cosmetica is
trying to bring other criminals, super powered and ordinary thugs
alike, into her circle. Beyond that, we're going to look into our
first substantial rumor of where Cosmetica has set up her base: a
mansion on the edge of town. We're not sure if the mansion is
indeed her base or where she might have the people she has
abducted. We think a night time raid with just us Femforcers
might give us the answers. What do you think, Joan?" Tara
said to the heroine's leaders expecting Joan to ask for more details.
To the surprise of her fellow heroines,
Joan seemed disinterested in what she had been just told. "Ok,
that sounds good. I've got some stuff I've got to take care
of. I'll meet up with everyone back at HQ later on," the
heroine murmured before turning and leaving the warehouse in an urgent
manner without giving her stunned comrades a chance to reply.
"Whoah, things are just too weird
around here," Synn murmured to no one in particular.
Cosmetica walked through her main living room
and glanced up at the ceiling, where the inflated form of Garganta had
been installed for her to admire and look at. The villainess was
about to head into the computer room when she suddenly stopped and
clutched her right hand to her waist in obvious discomfort.
Bending slightly over, Cosmetica pulled
the straps of the leotard she was wearing off her shoulders and pulled
the shiny material down to her waist to see what she knew would be
there. Sure enough, her stomach area was taking on a smooth
plastic look as was part of her left breast. The patches she had
observed had spread and were more rigid than before indicating her
condition was advancing. She reckoned
that the amount of time she had before she completely transformed into
a soulless, inanimate hunk of plastic was only a matter of days or even
can't be..... this won't be..... if I have to test every damn woman I
encounter, I'll find a cure for this...." Cosmetica
thought to herself as she pulled up her leotard back over her torso and
headed out to the main entryway of her mansion.
"Ummm... boss... could I talk to you for
a second ? It's about that ad you placed online for a person to
work for you," Lipgloss said trying not to agitate her
increasingly volatile employer.
"Ah, yes, someone to take the place of
your colleague Facial, who is now serving me well as a stress
toy. Do you have the applicants' names and resumes printed off
for me?" Cosmetica said with a friendly smile that was
unnerving in its sweetness.
" Uhhhh.....yeah..just give me a minute
or two and I'll go print a copy of them all. Is there anything
else I can get for you, Cosmetica ? " Lipgloss asked while
slightly relaxing mentally as she heard the calmness in Cosmetica's
"No, thanks for asking. Just get
me those responses and I'll be happy," the villainess said with
a nod of appreciation.
Five or so minutes later, Lipgloss
returned with a brown folder that had several sheets of paper sticking
out of it. "Here you go, boss. If you want, I can make a
few suggestions as to the best candidates," the woman said
stepping closer to Cosmetica.
Cosmetica's serene look quickly faded as
she glanced at the sheets handed to her to be quickly replaced by one
of extreme rage. "Suggestions? SUGGESTIONS ? I'M LOOKING AT DAYS OR
EVEN HOURS AND YOU BRING ME PEOPLE WHO SAY THEY CAN GET HERE NEXT WEEK
FOR AN INTERVIEW! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? GET OUT OF HERE
BEFORE I DECIDE TO HAVE TWO STRESS TOYS TO TAKE MY FRUSTRATIONS OUT ON!!!!" the villainess shouted at Lipgloss, who quickly
retreated out of sight.
Alone again, the villainess started to
go through the sheets given to her and tossing the ones that displeased
her on the floor. After a minute or so, Cosmetica came across one
piece of paper that she stared at for several moments. As she
did, the look of anger on the villainess' face quickly reverted back to
one of happiness as she walked over to a nearby coffee table and
started dialing on the room's telephone.
"Hello? Is this Lindsay? My name is Mandy and I'm calling in regards to the resume you
sent the other day. I was wondering if you could visit with me in
person first thing tomorrow. I'll send you the address and pay
for your expenses if you can guarantee getting her no later than 10 am," Cosmetica said while jotting down a few notes on a nearby
After another minute or two or
discussing what she had in mind, Cosmetica hung up and headed out in a
positively radiant mood. She walked by Nightveil, standing in a
typical mannequin pose awaiting her mistress' commands, without so much
as a glance. If she had looked, Cosmetica might have noticed the
sorceress' fingers on both her hands were starting to flex back and
forth ... as if she was trying to cast a spell...
The streets were fairly quiet in the
downtown area with only a few people walking up and down the
sidewalks. The commotion of the last few days had convinced many
of the residents to avoid the area until the TV or other media
indicated that Femforce had regained control of the situation.
Although most of the store
fronts were deserted of onlookers, there was one store which had one
person looking in the window. With a red cloak clutched around
her head and body, anyone passing by would have thought the person was
just another customer of the adult shop who was afraid to be seen by
people she knew. However, the truth was much more than that and
was far more serious than nervous sex toy buyers.
The cloaked figure was, in
fact, Ms. Victory, the leader of Femforce and whose face was known
worldwide. However, her current physical appearance would have
raised a few eyebrows as well as shocked many. As the heroine
pulled the cloak tighter around her (which was actually her cape),
Joan struggled somewhat with the folds as her fingers seemed to melted
together somewhat. Even more bizarre, the solid mass they formed
seemed to be artificial in nature as if they were made out of latex or
"I don't remember much of what happened
during that fight with Cosmetica or afterwards.... in fact, it's like
I'm forgetting more about with each passing minute.... it seems like I'm
forgetting who I am and focusing more on the dreams I've had where I'm
a love doll once again...... oooooohhhh.... I would be a good doll.... I
need to be held and give pleasure......" Ms. Victory
thought to herself as she pressed her face against the store window
while looking at the displays inside. As she did, her right hand
slid upwards and cupped her right breast, which resulted in a soft moan
of pleasure to issue forth from the heroine's lips.
Seeing that there was only a
few customers lurking inside the business, Ms. Victory quietly slipped
inside and, being careful not to be seen by the staff or other people,
slowly walked towards the storeroom. As she moved, the blonde
heroine failed to notice that her legs were spread wide apart in a V
shape as she walked and they seemed perfectly natural to her in that
Once she had slipped into
the storage area, Joan quickly doffed the cloak she was wearing and
threw it onto a nearby shelf. When she did, the results of her
previous encounter with Cosmetica became apparent to say the
least. Seams were visible on her arms and legs with a smooth,
glossy look to her skin now evident. The heroine's breasts had
noticeably swelled and were poking out from behind the uniform she was
wearing. If anyone had seen her in her current state, they might
well mistake her for one of the many love dolls available for sale in
the store with one dressed like it was Ms. Victory.
As it happened, Joan's
reasons for entering the back room were somewhat similar to the buyers
of dolls like she now resembled. Grasping a pen from a
nearby table with some difficulty, she quickly wrote out a shipping
order with an address she didn't even know until just a few minutes
ago. Once that was done, she quietly attached part of the order
to the outside of a large cardboard box that had styrofoam partitions
inside it. Judging by the clear plastic window visible on the
box's front, it was a generic box for shipping love dolls that were of
the more expensive variety and were not deflatable.
"This looks to be a good place for
me.... wait a second... why am I doing this?... this is
wrong..... ooohhh... I'm a good dolly... NO!... I'm Joan Wayne, known to
the world as... as... Victory Doll.... oooohhh..." the
heroine thought to itself even as she stood the box up against a nearby
wall. Checking one final time to make sure no one was on the
verge of intruding on her in the next few minutes, Ms. Victory slowly
settled her body into the styrofoam putting her arms and legs into the
corresponding styrofoam molds being careful not to damage them.
As she did, she felt her body getting stiffer by the moment and knew it
may be only a matter of minutes or even seconds before her
transformation into an inanimate love doll yet again.
"I hope I'm shipped to my new owner
soon...... mmmmmmm........." the heroine thought even as
her mouth pulled into a perfect O and her breasts slightly inflated
pushing out of her outfit. Her eyes changed to painted features
that stared straight ahead at the shelves that lined the storage area
as Ms. Victory finished her change into a sex toy in silence.
Five or ten minutes
later, the door to the room swung open and a mid 30's man with thinning
hairline and a waistline showing the results of too much beer and pizza
on the weekends walked inside carrying a clipboard. He started
shuffling through the various cardboard boxes and other items piled on
the shelves muttering softly to himself as he located the items he was
"I gotta tell Hank to
get his inventory organized better if he doesn't want me wandering
around here for hours picking orders. I don't know why he doesn't
have it all inventoried on a computer....' don't trust something that
can't work when the power goes out!' he says...sheesh...." the man muttered as he placed the items selected
into an empty box. He was about to walk out of the room when he
spotted the box containing Ms. Victory.
Walking over to the box, the clerk
gazed at the shipping info stuck on the front for a few seconds before
shifting his attention upwards to gaze upon the lustful doll face
staring back at him. The dark haired man ran his right hand
through his hair for a few seconds as a perplexed look appeared on his
left hand absently scratched his groin as he tried to figure out what
he was seeing.
"Geez, I thought we
didn't have any of those Victory dolls in stock. The boss must
have ordered this one special from a collector or something to fill an
order. Judging by the address listed on the slip, someone must
have paid a pretty penny for this dolly. Hmmm... if only I had
that kind of money," the man said softly as he reached over and
tapped the front of the box with his right forefinger.
The sensations of the
box being tapped on awoke the transformed Ms. Victory from the mental
slumber she had drifted into. "Ooooohhh..... I
wonder if this is my new owner....." the doll thought as
its hollow body trembled in anticipation.
However, the store
worker was oblivious to the doll's thoughts and after a few more
moments, he went to a nearby shelf and retrieved a roll of packing
tape. He then taped the box securely and after one final checking
of the packing slip, the employee took out his cell phone and dialed
the number for the shipping firm that the store employed for delivering
out of town or expensive deliveries.
"Well, I hope
your new owner appreciates you, dolly. Maybe in a week or two,
when I get a chance, I'll give her a call and see if she might be
willing to sell you privately to me. I can hope, can't I?" the man said softly as he gazed at the box one final time
before heading back into the store.
Elsewhere....later that night......
The parking area
outside Cosmetica's mansion, usually empty save for a rental car the
villainess allowed her hired help to use for errands, was occupied by
two other cars that arrived within minutes of each other.
The first, a
delivery van owned by Quick Parcel Pick-up, pulled up near the front
door and out jumped a man in his late 20's. He quickly moved
around to the back of the van, opened the doors and pulled out a long
cardboard box. The delivery man, after closing the doors, hurried
up to the mansion's front door and rang the doorbell.
Two or three minutes later,
the door swung open to reveal Cosmetica, with a bath robe wrapped
around her, standing in the entranceway. After jerkily writing
her signature (well, the name she was going under) on the shipping
form, she snatched the box from the delivery man and slammed the door
in his face without a tip or a thank you. Puzzled by the
reception, the delivery man shrugged his shoulders slightly before
going back to his vehicle. As he drove off to his next delivery
destination, his leaving monitored closely by the occupant of the
second vehicle. Once the delivery van had disappeared from sight,
the waiting individual stepped out of the car and headed for the
mansion's front door that was more a strut than a walk.
inside the mansion, Cosmetica had quickly whisked her package to the
lab that she was working in to find a cure for her condition.
Cutting away the packing tape, the villainess was delighted to find a
latex love doll that bore an uncanny resemblance to her recent foe Ms.
Victory. The sex toy was even dressed in a replica of the
heroine's costume right down to the short blue skirt and matching boots.
"Geez, when I
put that order in with the local store, my intention was to taunt those
Femforce bitches with a love doll dressed like Ms. Victory so they
would realize what was happening to their team mate. Of course,
there's nothing they can do about it..... like me and my condition......" Cosmetica exclaimed as she ran her hands over the doll's soft
features. She was unaware that the doll was the heroine in
question but if she was, Cosmetica's mood would have been much better
than it was.
was about to set aside her newest plaything and resume her work on
finding an elusive cure for her condition when she heard the chimes of
the front doorbell for a second time. Grumbling out loud about
needing some sort of DO NOT DISTURB sign
on her home, Cosmetica stormed over to the intercom button and jabbed a
few buttons quickly.
"Lipgloss!! Get off your ass and answer the door NOW!!!!" Cosmetica shouted
into the speaker as loud as she could. A few moments later, she
smiled as she heard the rapid clicking of Lipgloss' boots as the
hireling quickly moved to follow her instructions.
After the doorbell
rang once more, the house seemed to go silent for a few seconds though
Cosmetica did hear the start of what seemed to be a conversation from
where she just was. Stepping out of her lab area, she was halfway
to the door to see for herself who was visiting when the conversation
ended abruptly. The villainess stopped and waited for Lipgloss to
walk her way and tell her about the visitor and what he or she
wanted. After a minute or two passed and with no sign of her
underling, an increasingly annoyed Cosmetica resumed walking towards
the front door with the idea of hiring two
new aides surfaced in her mind.
Cosmetica got within a few feet of the doorway, she saw something that
made her put aside thoughts of hiring temporarily. She saw
Lipgloss seemed to be stopped in mid motion with her arms in front of
her body and her legs positioned as if she was about to take a step.
villainess drew closer, she saw her initial observations were indeed
true. Every part of Lipgloss' body was frozen in motion and not
even an eye blink or breathing could be detected. Her right hand,
curled slightly as if holding something, hung suspended in the air with
her left hand slightly raised upwards as if to protect herself from an
unseen weapon. Lipgloss' ample sized chest seemed to be straining
to break free from her pink and red costume with her lower abdomen
looking like she had been surprised in the middle of taking a
breath. Her eyes were slightly widened in shock and/or
horror as if she recognized what was happening to her at the last
on with Lipgloss? It's like she's in suspended animation.... stuck
in...." Cosmetica exclaimed in a truly bewildered voice before
she was interrupted by a loud coughing noise that was coming from
behind her. The villainess turned around to see an auburn haired
woman leaning against the staircase that led to the upper floor of the
mansion. The woman was dressed in a skin-tight dark blue
and white spandex outfit that covered her from shoulders to toes.
Cosmetica saw what looked like small clock faces decorating the woman's
outfit all over her body to just above the ankle-high shoes she was
wearing. In the mystery woman's right hand, she was holding what
seemed to be an oversized hourglass.
"Ahhhh..... you must be Cosmetica. Allow me to introduce
myself. My name is Clock Queen, Mistress of Time, as it said on
the resume I sent you earlier," the woman said with a sly wink.
nodded as she recalled the name almost immediately. Glancing back
at the still figure of Lipgloss in the open doorway, she raised her
right eyebrow slightly with a puzzled look flashing across her
face. "I gather this....'action' you took against my employee
was a way of proving your power," the villainess said simply.
"Well, in my past dealings with people that work in these type
scenarios, more than a few people have been skeptical about my claims
to affect the passage of time so I figure a demonstration of my talents
right away would save the hassle of that little problem," Clock
Queen said confidently as she glanced at the slowing falling sand in
"Oooh..kay.... so I gather that your demonstration is set to end when the
last of the sand drains in your hourglass, yes?" Cosmetica asked,
glancing at the confident woman to see how much she could learn of her
"Heh. No, this hourglass has nothing to do with the woman's
immobility. If you take a closer look at the front of her outfit,
you'll find what looks like a miniature hourglass stuck to her just
below her tits. It should be glowing bright orange in color,
which means she'll able to move in about... oh....55 minutes or so," Clock Queen cooed softly and somewhat smugly.
Cocking her head slightly, Cosmetica made her way closer to the
transfixed Lipgloss. Bending over, she saw what Clock Queen had
hinted at: a tiny glass hourglass that would go unnoticed if she wasn't
specifically looking for it. The villainess was about to reach
over and touch the item when she was interrupted by Clock Queen's cough
"Whoah! Don't do that! If you touch that while it
has been activated, you'll be frozen in time just like your busty
friend is," Clock Queen called out urgently.
Stopping her fingers within an inch or two of the object, Cosmetica
stepped back and made her way back to the time stopping
villainess. "Well, you've managed to convince me. Why
don't we step into the living room and discuss my plans for the
future?....... I think your abilities are going to be very helpful," the villainess said as she beckoned her guest to follow her out
of the room. As the two left, neither gave any further thought to
Lipgloss and her static position in the doorway.
Jack slumped against the brick wall of the alleyway and wiped a
tattered jacket sleeve across his dirt stained brow. It had been
almost a day since he had his last sip of bourbon and his hands were
already starting to tremble from the shakes he got. With no money
and the cops actively discouraging begging on the streets in Jake's
area, the homeless man figured his only options were to beat up
one of the other bums that made the alleyway their home or rob the
liquor store that was a few blocks. As he checked the rusty knife
he kept concealed under his coat for protection purposes, Jack mulled
over his options unaware of the figure rapidly approaching him.....
"Jack, Jack, I hope you're not planing to do anything that would be
considered illegal. You know me and my friends tend to frown on
things like that," a female voice called out from behind the
yeah, why don't ya stay the heck out of my business, bitch?"
Jack shouted as he whirled around and tried to shove his knife into the
chick who was putting her nose where it didn't belong. However,
before he could complete the violent downswing and bury his knife in
the woman's chest, Jack had his wrist clamped onto and the knife was
wrenched out of it with a violent twist. Moments later, he was
flung through the air and crashed into a pile of crates piled against
an alley wall. Shaking his head, the bum looked upwards to see a
woman dressed in a red outfit with bright yellow M's visible on her
chest and hat.
Jack, you really should be careful where you try and put these things
like this," Miss Masque said as she snapped the knife in two
before flinging it into a nearby dumpster.
"Ummm.... uh.... sorry bout that, Masque. A guy who makes his home
in this neck of the woods has to be careful or he winds up on a
concrete slab in da morgue," Jack muttered as he pulled himself
slowly to his feet.
"Right.... and sticking a blade in someone who gets near you is a day to
day thing. Look, I got word you might have some information on
this Cosmetica woman. What have you heard?" the heroine
asked Jack while crossing her arms in front of her in an expectant
what's in it for me? I mean, I ain't no good samaritan and I
gotta make a living somehow," Jack muttered as he wiped his
mouth with his coat sleeve. The man quickly received an answer to
his question as he found himself grabbed roughly by the collar and
thrown against the wall.
you little rat, a couple of people I know have disappeared after
encountering that psychotic bitch. Unless you want to tick me
off, I suggest you tell me what you know NOW!!!" Miss Masque
exclaimed while leaning in closer to the man.
ok, don't hurt me, please! Look, all I know is that the word was
out that this Cosmetica broad was looking to hire some people with
super abilities quick. I heard from one chick that Cosmetica
plans to blow town after one or two more jobs and....." Jack
muttered quickly before trailing off at the end.
WHAT? Don't hold out on me, Jack, because I'm not in the mood to
wait until you feel like telling me everything or ask for money," Miss Masque hissed in anger with her eyes becoming as fiery as
the red color of her outfit.
"No! No, I'm not holding out anything... the chick said Cosmetica
was gonna leave after she figured out how to fix a problem she had and
take care of the Femforce once and for all," Jack said rapidly
with his initial bravado fading quickly.
boast I think Cosmetica will never succeed in achieving. One last
thing, who's this woman that you heard all this stuff from and where
does she live?" Miss Masque asked as she released Jack from her
don't know the broad's name. She goes to Tony's tavern a
few blocks from here late at nights and buys drinks for anyone who is
nice to her. I got rid of a few guys who was hassling her one
night and she bought me a few drinks. Blonde, about 25-30, nice
figure, dresses a bit on the expensive side..... can I go now?" Jack rasped as he tried to edge away from the heroine.
done now but you aren't going off to some alley to figure out how to
get your next bottle of booze. A friend of mine operates a
nonprofit AA clinic on the other side of town and I'm sure he'll be
more than willing to take you in and get your life straightened
out. You can either agree to that or I haul your butt into the
nearest police station and have you arrested for attempted murder and
anything else I can think up. What's it going to be?" Miss
Masque asked with her eyes narrowing to give the impression what answer
"Uh....uh..... how long does that AA thing take?" Jake muttered
quickly in response. The bum found himself grasped once again
around the back of his shirt collar as Miss Masque quickly pushed him
out of the alley and in the direction of the clinic. As the two
walked in silence, Miss Masque started to think over what she had heard
and how she could use this against Cosmetica along with the other
members of Femforce. A plan began to form in her mind.........
"I must admit,
Cosmetica, that you have very nice tastes for somebody who clashes with
authorities as often as you do. Of course, the amount of money
you've offered me helps in that opinion as well," Clock Queen
said as she wandered around her host's living room before stopping to
stare at a wooden grandfather clock that stood in one of the corners.
Thanks but the credit for the house's layout has to go to the original
owner.... whoever she formerly was," Cosmetica said trying to
project a level of malevolence that she knew was a good attitude when
meeting with criminals that had more experience than her.
to be from 1830's to 1840's era.... handmade..... clock hands appear to
have been replaced sometime in the last twenty or thirty years.
Very nice! Very nice indeed!" Clock Queen muttered softly
as she ran her hands up and down the sides of the antique.
the ground impatiently with her right foot. "Ummmm, I hate to
interrupt you, darling, but if it's not too much trouble, COULD YOU GET
YOUR ASS OVER HERE NOW?!!!!!!" she called out with a voice that
rose tenfold in decibels at the end.
sorry about that. I tend to obsess over items that are timeless
like this. Shall we start the clock on my working for you?" Clock Queen replied as she turned and walked over to where an
increasingly irritated Cosmetica stood.
fine...oh, and please tone down the time references. You're
starting to sound like an insipid idiot from a 60's TV show,"
Cosmetica snapped with her patience clearly running thin.
sorry....I tend to do that at times. Well, tell me what your
plans are and how I'm going to be able to assist you in achieving your
goals," Clock Queen said apologetically as she took a seat
opposite her new boss.
somewhat by Clock Queen's apology, Cosmetica spent the next thirty
minutes or so going over her plans and which member of the group of
heroines known as Femforce she was targeting next. To her great
relief, she found that Clock Queen was a keen listener and asked
sensible questions after Cosmetica had finished outlining her
plan. In contrast, Lipgloss and Facial seemed to have very
limited attention spans and Cosmetica found herself repeating key
elements over and over.
"Hmmm, I see that it's
close to the... ahem.... 'time' for our departure. Is there any
other questions before we leave?" Cosmetica said as she turned
and went over to her computer to turn it off.
"Actually, I have no
questions at all...just THIS!!!"
Clock Queen exclaimed as she whirled and pointed the oversized
hourglass she was carrying in Cosmetica's direction. No more than
a second later, a tiny projectile shot out of a concealed compartment
in the timepiece's top and flew in the direction of its intended target.
gasped upon being struck by the tiny projectile. Currently bent
over her computer desk, she went to straighten up to see what had hit
her but succeeded only partially. Her arms, which were both bent
slightly at the elbow, seemed to freeze in mid air with their lack of
motion matching the rest of her immobile body. Her eyes were
opened extremely wide with shock and surprise and her mouth slightly
pursed as if she was about to shout her anger. If she
could see the reflection of herself in the computer monitor, Cosmetica
might see her current pose as being one very similar to the immobilized
Cosmetica, you must be relatively new at this villain business.
Heh.... or incredibly naive when it comes to hiring people to work for
you. If you had checked around with a few others in our line of
work, you might have found out that when you go to bring people into an
organization, a detailed background check is in order. In my
case, you might have found out that I tend to be a bit unpredictable in
my actions during battle and such. In fact, Valkyra offered a
fairly large bounty on my head for anyone who could collect it, though
that won't be happening anytime soon,"
"In case you're
wondering, there's a small time stopper attached to your leg that is
responsible for your current immobility. However, this one is a
little different than the one currently planted in your lackey at the
front door. You see, in your case, the one on you doesn't stop
time completely but slows it down considerably. You'll blink your
eyes every few minutes and maybe move your arm or leg an inch in an
hour but nothing that resembles the normal activity you're used
to. The reason I've done this is with my time stopping devices
set to full stop, they deactivate due to burning out of key circuits
after only two or three hours at most. For you, though, the
slightly lower setting means that you'll kept like this for many more
hours than that. This will allow me to go out and undertake your
plan for robbing the place you showed me. Of course, I might not
try and look to take on the Femforce bimbos like you were planning to
do. Tell you what, though, I'll see if I can pick up something
that might take a few pounds off that figure of yours. If you
plan on fighting the spandex set regularly, you have to something
resembling a typical, well, hourglass figure," Clock Queen
with a broad smirk crossing her face upon saying her last few irony
the time obsessed villainess turned and left the room leaving
Cosmetica, surrounded by a faint white glow thanks to the tiny
hourglass attached to a bare spot on her back, alone to contemplate her
situation in a very, very, very slow manner. Clock Queen made
way back to the front of the mansion and saw Lipgloss' immobile body
was still in the doorway just as she was before Clock Queen had
Cosmetica out of the area.
Clock Queen glanced at the
oversized watch on her wrist and nodded to
herself. "10 minutes, 35 seconds until this bimbo returns
to her normal clock speed. I think I'll wait for that and see how
agreeable she is," she muttered softly to herself.
Roughly ten and a half minutes
later, Lipgloss suddenly shifted out of
her rigid pose. "......if you want to work for Cosmetica.
Huh? What's going on? How did you get behind me?"
the woman sputtered as she whirled around to confront the bemused
"Look, I haven't got the time to answer question after question.
My name is Clock Queen and I'll be running things around here while
your boss is incapacitated. If you wish to continue working for
your new boss, namely me, I can assure you that you'll be compensated
financially at a level equal to or better than what Cosmetica was
paying you. However, if you might have a problem with this new
arrangement, let me tell you that you've spent the last sixty minutes
out of sync with everybody else ('frozen in time' if you want to use
cliched phrases) much like Cosmetica is right now. I
suggest you make your choice right now!" the villainess snarled while
turning her hourglass in Lipgloss' direction in a threatening manner.
Lipgloss blinked several times
rapidly as she tried to absorb what she
had just heard. Walking to her right, she peeked around the
corner into Cosmetica's computer room and saw her boss was bent over in
such a way that even if the tiny hourglass on her back couldn't be
seen, it was obvious that something was very amiss. With no real
powers of her own other than above average athleticism, Lipgloss knew
she only had one real choice to take......
"I guess my response is.... where do we
go first, boss?"
Lipgloss replied which resulted in a loud boisterous laugh emanating
from Clock Queen. With that, the two departed the mansion and
left in Clock Queen's car with the time worshipping crook explaining to
her new employee the plan she had in mind. Once the car had
disappeared from the house's vicinity, everything was quiet with
Cosmetica frozen in time and the mannequin that Nightveil was standing
by itself in the atrium.....
Although the left foot of
Nightveil was starting to move...... ever so
Several hours later.......
lights started to flicker on as a fairly quiet night
descended over the business district of the city. Given the
recent incidents involving super powered women clashing with members of
the famed Femforce that resulted in heavy property damage to the
buildings where the battles took place, many of the business owners
opted to increased their security forces by as much as ten times the
in the case of DJ & S Diamond Merchants, the guards working the
night shift were the same as any other night of operations. In
fact, the only thing out of the ordinary for the force working on that
particular evening was the majority of the security personnel were
sucks!! A nice warm night like this and we get stuck in here with
nothing but metal boxes and lots of locked offices. I should have
taken up the fellows and agreed to go the bachelor party they're
holding for Brian," a red-haired woman muttered while taking a sip on
a styrofoam cup of coffee.
Diane, I think you should remember that the guys were looking to bring
women to the bash to act as strippers or something along those
lines. Considering the fact that we're all getting paid overtime
for working the extra shift tonight, I think we're doing quite well
being here tonight," the woman's fellow security guard muttered
as she poured herself another cup of coffee and plucked another glazed
cup of coffee out of a nearby box of donuts.
"Yeah, I suppose you're right,
Connie. Besides, if we have any serious problems, we can always
call on good old Ernie working at the main desk," Diane replied
while resulted in great laughter from both women. Ernie was an
older guard who was six months shy of mandatory retirement and acted
like it more and more everyday. On these late night shifts, he
was prone to doze off in the middle of the night but everybody
pretended not to notice.
"I guess it's about
time to start off on the hourly rounds. I wonder where Colleen
and Maureen are.....," Connie started to say before falling
silent upon seeing Clock Queen and Lipgloss standing before them.
"Sorry, ladies, but
your friends are taking a short time out," Clock Queen said with
hourglasses emanating from the time-using villainess' weapon flew
across the room......
And for Connie and
Diane, their shift was about to stop abruptly.... stop for some time, it
To be continued...... with some Time and Changes