The CAP: Lambda's Reward
"Now , now, dearie, don't be shy. Come in, come in," the Widow Twanky greeted
Lambda (the real one!), whose arm was held in an iron grip by Nydiva. Despite Lambda's
protests, Nydiva insisted on "rewarding" her with a beauty treatment for all the
hard work she had been doing for the CAs.
"Oh my," Twanky said in a quieter voice to Nydiva. "This IS going to be a
challenge! I'd better call for reinforcements!"
Twanky put two fingers to her lips and gave a piercing whistle. Two very burly (though
exquisitely groomed) Amazons strode into the room. "Lamby, isn't it? Meet Gertrune
and Brunhilde. They assist me in, imposs...um, special cases. And you, my dear are a very
Gertie and Hilde firmly took Lambda by the arms as Nydiva finally released her grip. She
and Twanky exchanged pleased grins. "Care for a cup of tea, Nydiva? This may take
quite some time."
Nydiva comfortably settled herself into a cushy armchair to watch the action.
"My oh my, oh my. Where to start?," sighed the Widow as the two Valkeries thrust
a squirming Lambda into a reclining salon chair. "I think, my dear, you'd better have
the full top to toe!"
Twanky produced a huge pair of tweezers. "Now let's frame those pretty eyes
properly," she cooed. Nydiva's soft chuckles were quickly drowned by yelps from
Lambda. After a short space of time (which seemed interminable to Lambda), Twanky stepped
back and surveyed her handiwork. "There," she said with satisfaction, "a
lady's eyebrows do not say hello to each other. They keep a proper distance." Lambda
merely gave a dazed look.
"Since you've started the exfoliation," Nydiva prompted, "Lamby does have,
um, rather fuzzy legs."
"Right you are, Ny. Girls," caroled Twanky, " bring on the hot wax"!
Before they could release their grip, the crafty Nydiva interjected, "No, they should
stay with Lambda and help calm her. I think she's rather nervous. I'll fetch the
"Such a good, helpful girl," the Widow murmured to Lambda, "they really
should give her a very nice position in the new Deb U regime, don't you think?"
Lambda would have liked to answer in the negative, but the sight of Nydiva returning with
a bubbling cauldron reduced her to a hasty nod of assent.
Nydiva smiled down at Lambda as she passed the vat of hot wax to the Widow over her body,
perilously close to rather tender body parts. Lambda sighed in relief that not a drop was
spilt. However, the sigh came too soon. Gertie kept a vice like grip on Lambda's shoulder
while Hilde quickly flipped Lambda's skirt past her knees (just stopping short of
strategic parts). Twanky immediately began to apply the hot wax.
"Oooooh, oooooh, oooooh!", squealed Lambda.
"Now, now, buck up my girl! We ladies must occasionally suffer for our beauty",
Twanky admonished. She lay strips of gauze like material over the wax. "Ready? One,
two, three..heave...heave...heave!" Twanky tugged furiously on the strips to agonized
howls from the thrashing Deb. "I am NOT a quitter", she murmured darkly.
"Hilde, your assistance please!" The sturdy Amazon gave a pleased smile and
added her considerable muscle to the efforts. However, Nydiva was too helpless with
laughter to lend any aid!
Lambda gave a yell which would do even Nydiva's volume level proud as the strips were torn
from her legs.
"Goodness gracious," the Widow said beaming reassuringly at Lambda, "that's
so much better, it is". She added a dismayed aside to Nydiva, "You could sew
these together and make a rug with them!"
Lambda was still whimpering as she was hauled to her feet. "Onto the mud baths and
after that, a lovely seaweed wrap", warbled the Widow. Lambda was summarily thrust
into a large trough of aromatically enhanced goo and a generous portion was slathered over
her face. "Soooo good for the complexion, you know", Twanky pontificated. In
quick succession, she was plucked from the mud, bound in stringy seaweed strips, and
finally hosed off by the two stalwart helpers.
Lambda was beginning (actually way more than beginning) to wilt. She gazed hungrily over
at Nydiva and Twanky who were taking a little tea and cookie break. How good those cookies
smelled. Nydiva must have been baking! If only she could...
"None of that", snapped Twanky as Lambda sidled over trying to snag a snack.
"You must watch that girlish figure of yours," she said with a wince.
"Speaking of that", it's time for the next step!"
Twanky sprang to her feet and began to rummage through a large chest (a wooden one, that
is). "Here we are! This should fit perfectly!" Lambda eyed the garment warily.
"I'm NOT gonna put THAT on!", she protested. "Oh yes you are," replied
Twanky sternly. "Never underestimate the efficacy of the proper, um, support
garments", she said as she made an adjustment of her own to upper regions.
Lambda was once again shoved into a curtained alcove. No window, no doors, and Gertie and
Hilde on full alert guard duty outside. During the next several minutes, sounds of
desperate heaving, grunting and squeezing were heard from behind curtain no. 1. The final
garment was handed in - a dainty gown of pink with a multitude of rainbow hued miniature
bows scattered artfully over the garment. A coronet of daisies and ribbons was the
A transformed Lambda finally stepped out. Her skin was glowing pink, her figure suddenly a
little closer to hourglass proportions - and for some reason, her voice was several
"Success, success" caroled the Widow. "I AM a genius!"
Nydiva warmly congratulated the Widow on her amazing transformation of the motley Deb. The
two helpers joined in the celebration. This was the perfect opportunity for Lambda to make
her escape. Quickly slipping through the back of the house, Lambda carefully made her way
through the kitchen, pausing only to grab a huge handful of still warm double chocolate
cherry cookies. The staved Deb literally stuffed them in her face as she gleefully made
Outside at last, Lamba was feeling very pleased with herself (though somewhat strangely
lightheaded). The day seemed brighter, the breeze fresher, and the colors were, well,
bluer. Everything looked good. Especially those hunters who were strolling by.
"My", Lambda thought, "they DO look unusually good!" Lambda took in as
deep a breath as she could manage and trilled "Yoo-hoo! Oh boys!" She gave an
excellent imitation of a girlish giggle and positively sashayed over to the dumbstruck
Nydiva and Twanky were watching from the window. "How long do you think it will take
for the cookies to wear off?", asked Twanky chortling. "Just long enough for
Lambda to get in a LOT of trouble", Nydiva replied with a MOST satisfied smile.
Have fun, Lamby! You're gorgeous!
Posted on Sep 23 1999, 09:50 AM