[Parts 1-9 of this story were originally posted on the message boards of Medusa Realm, Hall of Statuary, and Mannequin Lovers. Recently the segments have been filed as messages on the Gorgon Art group of Yahoo. They now have been brought together in combined pages as a series. The most recent previous parts 53 thru 56 are accessible via this link.
The story continues here with Part 57. Ed.]
Author’s Note: Once again, this is an ongoing story inspired by the work of Thorne Smith's "Night Life of the Gods"...
--Target: Flamestar--
Angelica flew as fast as she could to the financial district. She banked her
lithe body and dove between two skyscrapers, leaving a flaming contrail behind
her. As she got closer to the street she could see the effects of Madame Medusa's
petrification helmet. The streets were littered with petrified men and women
like some sort of bizarre art show street faire, but she knew the truth was
far worse.
They were all victims of the mad Madame. Destined to remain statues forever if she had her way with them.
Flamestar skimmed over the heads
of numerous statues, following the trail of granite figures until she saw some
movement ahead. Some fortunate souls had escaped the petrifying wrath of the
villainess and were running and screaming. She turned the corner and saw her
quarry ahead.
"Oh this is just delicious!" Medusa exclaimed. She had stumbled onto the path
of the parade route for the annual Good Cheer day. Drum majorettes stood frozen
in their poses, stone batons transformed in mid-twirl as some didn't even realize
they were in the sights of a petrifying madwoman. Statued cheerleaders in short
pleated skirts that bared their flat tummies stood side by side with petrified
band members and equestrian riders. Dancers stood immobilized in granite poses.
Medusa had seemingly turned half the crowd in this block to stone and was now
concentrating on picking off whatever moved.
"Hey!" Flamestar yelled at the top of her lungs. Her impressive chest heaved
with the increased adrenaline that came with the anticipation of battle. "Why
don't you pick on someone your own size?" she flung a couple of fireballs that
impacted at Medusa's feet. She was trying to throw off Medusa's aim and it worked
as the villainess missed a skimpily dressed samba dancer.
"You're going to pay for that!" Medusa turned her full attention to the flying
flame girl. She fired off a wide beam of petrification energy but the yellow
suited heroine easily dodged the ray beam in a loop-de-loop and arced her curvaceous
body to take another strafing run at the gorgoness. Heat from the flames as
Flamestar shot by licked at Medusa's body and she instinctively flinched from
the intensity of the blazing babe. She took a Gorgon Grenade off of her costume
and lobbed it towards the flaming femme.
"Whoa!" Flamestar saw the glimmering sphere and altered her trajectory to go
straight up, perpendicular from the street. Madame Medusa's Gorgon Grenades
had the power to completely petrify anything within a twenty foot diameter sphere,
as Dee and Darlene had learned earlier today. With the foresight of having seen
the effects it had on Darlene earlier today, Flamestar knew she had to get out
of range quickly. The detonation of the grenade flashed below her, affecting
a mostly empty sphere of space to stone. Only the slightest signs of the petrification
bomb were seen in the side of a building whose windows were now fragile collapsing
in granite bits.
"You can dish it out but can you take it?" Flamestar dived down towards Madame
Medusa, zigging and zagging around the lancing beams of petrification shooting
up from Medusa's helmet. Closer and closer she got as she raised her arms in
front of her and shot a double spear of heat energy lasers that impacted into
the ground and threw the gorgoness to the ground in a contained explosion.
"Ungh!" Medusa rolled in the debris of pavement and concrete as Flamestar reached
down and snatched the gorgonizing helmet right off the stunned villainess's
head. Medusa's red ponytail whipped in the wake of Flamestar's attack as the
green and white clad woman struggled to get back to her feet.
"Not so tough without this, are you?" Flamestar had circled around and landed
behind Medusa. She held the villainess' helmet like she was threatening to drop
it and smash it.
"You wouldn't dare!" Medusa snarled. "I know you need it to restore all those
people I turned to stone!"
"True, but without it you're helpless," Flamestar walked towards the retreating
villainess, her empty hand ablaze with flickering flame.
"Not so helpless!" Madame Medusa grabbed a Gorgon Grenade and held it menacingly.
"I'll turn you to stone with this!"
"And there's no way you could get out of the perimeter before you're turned
to stone too," Flamestar called Medusa's bluff. "So go ahead, turn me to stone."
"Okay," a voice from behind Flamestar spoke!
"Wha?" Flamestar heard the voice but she couldn't turn around. She knew she
was turning to stone! Her body had stiffened, turning solid and hard. Her body,
turning around in surprise was motionless now. Her legs spread apart, her body
twisting to the right. Supple breasts turned to solid rock. Her ass turned harder
than it ever had been before. Her lovely long hair turned into waves of stone.
Her right hand was stripped of the gorgonizer helmet, which alongside Flamestar's
costume, was strangely unaffected by the petrification that had overcome her.
Her body, and only her body itself,
had been changed to whitened stone. Marble so perfect like the color of fresh
snow. The alabaster face of Flamestar showed utter surprise at having been ambushed
from behind. Her widened eyes, still framed by the red mask that was a part
of her costume, highlighted by delicate marble eyelashes were blank with astonishment.
Her pouting red lips, now white and frozen in a pursed `oh' were now solid rather
than soft. Flamestar stood motionless, a statue in form and figure drabbed in
the colorful trappings that seemed to mock her former heroic identity.
Madame Medusa smiled as a young woman dressed in a green miniskirt costume with
white snake design that bared her arms and legs. She wore a domino mask of white
and her hair was tussled like her mentor's namesake. Her white go-go heeled
boots reached to her knees. Her white panties flickered between the fluttering
green pleated skirt. Her hands clad in delicate white inspection-style gloves.
Her right index finger encircled with a glittering greenstone bauble set on
a golden circle. "You did well," she complimented. "Gorgon Girl."
"I live to serve you Madame," the girl said as she unzipped the front of Flamestar's
costume, exposing marble white cleavage and fantastic alabaster aureoles. "She
certainly is. . . statuesque, isn't she?" Petra said sensuously.
--Falling Behind--
"Flamestar come in. . . Flamestar come in. . ." Wanda repeated into her femm-comm.
"Nothing Sue," She turned to the team leader from her co-pilot's seat.
Sue sat silently with a grimace on her pretty face. Lovely blonde hair falling
in a cascade around her shoulders reflected only the barest shudder as Sue took
a deep breath and her breasts filled the cleavage cutout on the front of her
skintight bodysuit. "We'll be there in thirty seconds, prepare for full dispersal
pattern Omega."
Heatwave and Cosmic Girl sat in the two seats behind Wanda and Sue. Darlene
held Tiffany's hand as the young heroine wondered about her sister's fate. "She'll
be okay," Darlene comforted Tiffany.
"Landing commencing," Wanda announced as the Inc Jet settled down in the middle
of a silent street. The heroines emerged from the ship to face an eerily un-bustling
city street.
"No," was all Sue could say as she surveyed the petrified crowds of people.
All of them were frozen in place as statues.
Cosmic Girl stared at the frozen cheerleaders, their petrified undies and perfectly
pert tits preserved in stone and she couldn't help but feel her crotch moisten.
She looked at Tiffany and could confirm that Heatwave shared her forbidden desires
to just fondle the stoned pretties. Their long bare legs, so inviting to the
touch, tapering up to their tightly pantied crotches, completely and utterly
turned to stone throughout every crack and crevice of their pussies.
Heatwave's breathing intensified and her heart raced as she saw some stony dancers
clad only in what once were sparkly sequined leotards. The long hair turned
to stone filaments was frozen like an expertly sculpted masterpiece's. It took
all her might not to run over to fondle the crotches of the statues with her
fingertips probing the pubic mounds turned to stone.
The Crimson Sorceress inspected the cheek of a teenaged bystander dressed in
low slung pants that hugged her stone hips and looked dangerously close to her
bikini line. The petrified girl's face reflected fear and shock at being turned
to a statue. Her long hair lay flat against her back and she wore her midriff-baring
tits that were braless based on the prominent looking petrified points on her
stony outfit. Tiffany walked over and touched the statue gently on the shoulder.
The stone girl looked like she was about her age. She gasped, more out of a
growing erotic orgasm growing inside her but Wanda mistook it as shock at what
had been done. "She'll be okay once we get her back to HQ."
"Good," Tiffany said softly. Her thoughts were fighting against doing her duty
and wishing she were in that girls' place. Stone, peaceful and silent in immortal
beauty. She imagined her own breasts in place of the girl's and how solid and
statuey they would look. Her body in that place, transfixed and permanently
a fixture on display. And next to her Cosmic Girl, also petrified and naked,
her large breasts and perfect body preserved forever and ever...
"Tiffany?" Darlene interrupted Heatwave's fantasy. "We've got a job to do,"
she motioned to the advancing heroines. "Time for fun later, okay?"
Tiffany blushed at her erotic thoughts. "Okay," she smiled weakly. Her mind
still imagining Darlene's hot body turned into a statue but feeling a little
guilty she had forgotten about her sister.
"This way," Transparency Girl was rounding the corner and stopped as she saw
waves and waves of people turned to stone. It was as if the entire viewing audience,
parade members, floats and anything in-between were made of stone. She gasped
at the magnitude of petrification. It would take days, maybe weeks, to restore
everything and everyone back to normal. "Calling Artie," she spoke into her
femm-comm. "We'll need those reverse-petrifiers ASAP. Initiate restoration protocol
Medusa immediately."
"Affirmative mistress," Artie replied.
"There's no sign of Flamestar anywhere," Sue spoke to the assembled heroines.
"This was her last known location but there's no sign of her. Can you get anything
on her homing beacon Dee?"
Shadow Lady adjusted her wraparound goggles to display a heads-up display. Flamestar's
tracking beacon was blinking and moving. "She's moving pretty fast too," Dee's
voice halted. "I just lost the signal, Sue. We've lost her."
--Picking up the Pieces--
"We're getting in another report Sue," Cosmic Girl had silently walked in and
interrupted as she touched Sue softly on the shoulder.
The testing bay was crowded with
petrified statues, victims of Madame Medusa like some kind of triage unit. Artie,
Stacey and Sue were hard at work restoring the statues to normal. The victims
had been slowly transported over to FF INC HQ by the police and groups of about
twenty to thirty, depending on how many could be fit into the police trucks
due to their static poses. It seemed as if a seemingly endless line of statues
were coming in to be restored back to life.
Officer Kimberly was doing her best at being a liaison between FF INC and the
public but the mayor's office was getting concerned at how long it was taking
restoring the victims to normality. The heroines had spent the last day trying
to undo all the damage Madame Medusa had inflicted on the parade and the exhaustion
was starting to show on their faces. Trying their best to put Flamestar's fate
out of their minds, they had jumped wholeheartedly into the enormous project
of helping the citizens who had been turned to stone. Sometimes it was hard
to imagine one woman could cause all this.
Artie had used the captured Madame Medusa technology from a previous encounter
and cloned it into portable handheld restoration units to distribute to the
police but they had limited ability. The last thing anyone wanted was to have
this technology fall into the wrong hands so fail safes were built into the
units to allow only restoration of stone to normalcy. Even then there was a
limit to the amount of units Artie could produce before the number of incoming
victims started to take priority. At least his programming didn't allow him
to show any kind of frustration though. Just keeping up with the amount of statues
coming in that the police couldn't handle on their own was starting to wear
down the FF INC members.
To change as many victims as possible back to normal as fast as possible required
more specialized technology like the captured Medusa helmet and the Mok'tn transmutation
device and now both Wanda and Sue were using the dangerous devices to literally
transform entire groups of people back to normal. Wanda was manning the Mok'tn
transmutation device in the control room above and restoring as many victims
as she could but the mental strain was starting to get to her.
Tiffany was downstairs helping coordinate
the arrival of petrified statues. Sue herself was using the Madame Medusa helmet
they had removed from their so-called trophy room to revive the petrified people
by setting the helmet in its reverse setting. She removed the helmet as she
finished returning a group of cheerleaders, bystanders and majorettes to normal.
Grey hard rock softened and became flesh. Blonde hair, green miniskirts, colorful
pom-poms and sparkly uniforms that bared way too much flesh regained their normal
un-stone-like properties as the people were changed back.
"Another report? News of Angelica?" Sue asked hopefully as she directed a confused
cheerleader to the police debriefing line that had been set up in the lobby
and front courtyard of the building. Stacey took charge and led the woman away
to join the recently restored in a queue to the lobby elevator. She was wearing
her Galatea costume, a cover to disguise her identity, more than a reflection
of a desire to become an adventurer. She had been amused at how the press had
started wondering what the new heroine living at FF INC HQ. The crowd of people
was abuzz with confusion and amazement at being inside the FF INC HQ.
"No, it's Madame Medusa," Darlene said through clenched teeth.
"Assemble the team," Sue straightened herself and stretched her aching muscles.
The arch of her back caused her round breasts to press against the skin-tight
fabric of her costume, revealing the soft nubs of her nipples. "We're going
to get her this time," she said seriously.
"Transparency Girl, we've got another wave of petrified people coming in," Wanda
said over the intercom. Her voice sounded tired, but still strong as she looked
down on the staging area from above. Her face was drenched with sweat that beaded
down the open diamond of her costume top and ran down and over her voluptuous
breasts.
Sue and Darlene left the testing room and turned the corner to head to the elevator.
"Wanda I want you to lock down the transmuter and follow us as soon as you can.
Let Stacey know she'll be in charge while we're gone." Sue turned off her femm-comm
and stepped into the elevator that took her and Darlene directly to the hanger
deck.
...Stay Tuned for the next petrifying chapters...