Fuchsia Fox: "Better Loving Through Alchemy", by Centurion

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2018-02-23 Edit Notification - Centurion has reviewed my "Saucy Epilogue Extra" and has signed off on letting me post it as after story canon. Accordingly, please look for my thread reply a few down for that after story extra. I hope you like it!"
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Fuchsia Fox: "Better Loving Through Alchemy"


Chapter 1 –


It was a clear, starry night as Jennifer Fletcher, also known as the Fuchsia Fox, landed on the grounds of a big, Queen Anne mansion in Eastern Virginia. Lights were showing inside the house and in the tall, three story tall turret, and the superheroine could see about thirty cars parked on the grounds alongside the driveway.

Jennifer quickly checked over her costume -- purplish pink elbow length gloves, ankle boots, her matching halter top with its fox-head emblem proudly blazoned across the curves of her firm, young bust, and below her lean, bare midriff, a flirty, 14-inch miniskirt. Nervously she ran a hand through her dark brunette hair, straightening it a bit after her flight from Arlington. What was she nervous about? She was the most powerful superheroine in the whole Washington D.C. area, for goodness sakes! The guests at the costume party, with one exception, wouldn't even know that she was the real Fuchsia Fox; they would assume she was just wearing a costume like they were.

Oh... that reminded her! She whipped the little domino mask she had tucked inside the waistband of her skirt and put it on. It struck her as a bit ironic. As the Fuchsia Fox, she didn't wear a mask because the Zumerian fabric of her costume generated a photo-distortion effect to enhance her attractiveness so that she wouldn't be recognized as Jennifer Fletcher. But for tonight, she didn't want anyone to instantly recognize her as the real Fuchsia Fox!

She walked up the steps onto the wide veranda, feeling another wave of butterflies in her stomach. This time she understood the reason. This was the first Club X party she would be attending voluntarily without her husband Martin, who had pulled a groin muscle playing racquetball, the poor thing. But Jennifer had already promised Dora that she would be here without fail, and rather than allow her to break her word, Martin had gallantly told her to have a good time and to be ready to tell him all the juicy details.

Her cheeks flushed as she approached the door. She was about to step all alone into the most notorious sex club in five states! Dora had told her that their parties often didn't break up until dawn! What was there to be nervous about?

The door was opened by a hefty bald man wearing a butler's uniform. "Good evening, miss." he said, swinging the door wide invitingly. "Gina, isn't it -- a guest of Dora's?"

"Good evening, Fritz." the Fox said, smiling as she joined him in the spacious foyer. "How are you tonight?" It amazed her how he could recognize every member of the club and their guests, even while wearing masks. Gina Sommers of course was the alias she had used the first time she had infiltrated Club X during one of her cases. Even Dora didn't know her real name.

"I'm very well, miss; thank you for asking." the butler said, closing the door behind her. The foyer was large and high-ceilinged, paneled in dark oak and featuring a sweeping grand staircase. "I remind you that cell phones are forbidden by the Club X rules. Do you have one with you?"

"Not in this outfit," the Fox said, holding her arms out to either side and spinning slowly around so that he could get a good look at her slim frame.

"In that case, all that is left is you give you this." Fritz said, handing her a small pasteboard card, two inches by three. "Keep it with you at all times, and have a good evening."

The Fox looked at the card. It had the words, "The killer is not Betty Dreadful" printed on it. That was all.

"What's this?" she asked.

The doorman only shrugged. "Just hold onto it. You'll find out."

Just then Jennifer was startled by a loud roll of thunder and a flash of lightning. It took her a second to recall that the sky had been perfectly clear all the way from Arlington. She immediately realized that the thunder had come from a pair of speakers set unobtrusively at the base of the staircase, and that the flash of lightning had come from a strobe light installed within the ceiling light fixture.

"Ha-ha! Got you!" cackled Isadora Porteous, stepping out of a dark archway. The young blonde beauty was wearing a Fuchsia Fox costume -- the miniskirt maybe an inch or two shorter than Jennifer's, but the boots reaching a couple of inches above the knees, showing plenty of smooth, creamy thigh. Her halter top fit snugly around her noticeably plumper C-cups.

"Dora?" the Fox said, rushing over to give her a hug. "Nice outfit! You see, I told you I'd be here. Where's Michelle?"

"She's around," the blonde said, as their slender bodies embraced. "She brought a guest... an old boyfriend she bumped into. No big deal."

"But what does this mean?" Jennifer asked, showing her the card. "The killer is--"

"Don't show it to me!" Dora snapped, cupping her hand over the card and pushing it back. "I'll explain later. Let's go; everyone should be gathered in the ballroom. Wait until you see!" Hooking her arm into the Fox's, she led the superheroine across the foyer, past the stairs and through a set of double doors.

A few minutes after they were gone, the doorbell rang. Fritz the doorman frowned. Everyone on the guest list was accounted for. Who could that be? He opened the door.

Standing on the threshold was another beautiful young woman in another Fuchsia Fox costume. Her purplish pink gloves, halter top and boy cut briefs clung the curves of her alluring body as if they were custom made. She had luxurious, dark brown hair, about the same length, cut and shade as the girl he had just let in. And her face... Fritz's eyes nearly popped out. Her face was identical to Gina's! There could be no mistake about that; Fritz was very good with faces. "Who are you?" he said, bewildered. "Are you on the guest list?"

"I'm Gina, a guest of Dora," the girl said.

Fritz half-turned toward the lobby. "But she just--"

"That's okay, big guy," the girl said quickly, sidling seductively closer as both of her gloved hands reached up flirtatiously toward his broad chest.

Hiss! A cloud of pale pinkish gas blossomed abruptly from the small squirt gun she was carrying concealed in her left palm. Fritz felt his head spinning, but before he could say another word his knees had folded up and he had dropped to the floor unconscious.

The woman called Alchema smiled as she tucked the tiny gun into her glove. "You're a... big one, aren't you?" the slim girl huffed as she dragged the doorman's inert form out of the way so that she could close the door. "Where am I going to put you?" Quickly she dragged him to the hall closet and stuffed him inside. When she was done with that, she checked her reflection in the small mirror hanging in the foyer, making sure that her derma-plasm mask was still perfect. She reminded herself that she had less than an hour now before it began to dissolve.

The villainess lightly touched the communications bud in her right ear. "Gambler? I'm in. I had a little problem with the doorman."

"You'd better come and join us in the ballroom," said a male voice. "There is a slight complication."

"What do you mean by a complication?" Alchema asked. She patted the contoured shape of her small chemical gun. It had four charges left -- one more of sleep gas, one of her patented aphrodisiac, one of her universal solvent, and one of cold fog. She tucked it back into her glove and then checked the small fuchsia pouch slung behind her, which contained other small articles of her trade, such as lock picks and an electronic alarm detector.

She hurried along down the hallway and through the double doors into the ballroom. It was a big room, thirty feet wide and almost fifty long. In the center was a small platform with a dance pole. Some seventy people were present, roughly equally divided between male and female, being served tall flutes of champagne by half a dozen waitresses dressed in sleek black leotards with white skeletons front and back. It was a costume party naturally, and as usual for a Club X party, about half were wearing masks, the other half not bothering. The men were dressed all manner of ways -- tuxedoes, military uniforms, western gear, medieval tights and tunics, police uniforms and prison jumpsuits, biker leathers, pirate duds, even a few in tattered clothes as zombies.

But the women! Alchema let out a small sigh. Every single one of the women, thirty or forty of them, were dressed as the Fuchsia Fox!


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Chapter 2 –


The Fuchsia Fox bit her lower lip as she looked out on a veritable sea of young women in purplish-pink costumes, busy dancing with their male escorts. Many of them were wearing commercial knock-offs, mostly the bikini bottom version, but there were also miniskirts of various lengths. Some had even donned brunette wigs so that they were superficially the spitting image of her. Others had gotten creative. One woman had on a strapless, backless fuchsia gown which nearly swept the floor, the fox head emblem riding high over her left boob like a corsage. At the other extreme was one girl dancing by herself on a platform with the dancer pole while wearing latex thigh boots, a tiny fuchsia G-string, and a boa constrictor draped across her naked shoulders, nothing else.

"I'm... speechless," the Fox said to Dora as they mingled with the crowd. "It's very... different."

"I knew you would be blown away!" the blonde said, grinning as she grabbed a couple of glasses of champagne from a passing skeleton waitress. She took a big gulp out of hers as she handed the other to Jennifer. "Hang on a second."

A deejay in a booth was providing the music for the party. Dora strolled over and gave him the signal to stop. Then she climbed onto the platform with the dancer's pole and pressed a button on a small device she was holding. Once again, the speakers and strobe lights she had installed did their impression of thunder and lighting. The crowd jumped in delighted surprise. Jennifer spotted Michelle's short copper-red hair on the far side of the platform, where she was dancing with some guy dressed as a Klingon.

"Welcome to Club X!" Dora shouted, once she had their attention. "This month we have something special! My friends, a tragedy has occurred in this very house! Mr. Body has been found brutally murdered -- stabbed, bludgeoned, shot, poisoned, disemboweled, electrocuted and hung by the neck..."

A chorus of mock-sympathy went up from the crowd. "Awww! How horrible! What a shame!"

"...after laying half the Dallas Cowboys cheerleaders!" Dora continued.

"At least he died with a smile on his face!" shouted a man in the back. Everyone laughed.

"Thirteen suspects have been chosen at random from our membership list," Dora said, unfolding a sheet of paper and reading from it. "Angelic Kitten, Betty Dreadful, Cashman, Cujo4, Dr. Dominator, Dodosony, Flirty But Nice, Krispin21, Noonshadow, Psiber8, Shevek, Zeta Clark, and Foxy Gina." Various members of the club laughed as they heard their own names read as "suspects" in a murder.

"Now... each of you was given a card as you arrived. DON'T show it to anyone! Keep it secret, keep it safe! That is your clue! Each time you make out with someone tonight, you swap cards so that you both know each other's clues. This is the way you will eliminate suspects until only one name is left, that of the dastardly perpetrator of this heinous act."

Titters of laughter ran through the assembled guests as they comprehended the point to all this.

"I see that some of you have caught on," Dora said. "Obviously the more people you make out with, the more clues you get. This will encourage everyone to mingle and carry on outside the usual tiresome cliques we usually fall into. You don't have to stay in the ballroom, either. Feel free to roam about the house. The mansion has seven bedrooms, a drawing room, a conservatory, a library and a dining room. Only the kitchen is off limits except to the catering staff. Any questions?"

One of the girls spoke up. "How far do we have to go in order to... swap cards as you say?" A chorus of "oohs" and "ahhs" ran through the crowd.

"Do you really have to ask?" Dora answered slyly. "We're all adults here. When both of you are satisfied..." She allowed that thought to trail off.

"Can we play as teams?" asked another girl with frizzy, jet black hair, pale skin and vampire fangs. Her Fox costume had been dyed a very dark purple, with thigh high boots, and the fox head emblem on her chest had flaming red eyes. Standing next to her was another girl dressed very much like her except that her hair was magenta with a single white streak, and her make-up included fake stitches as though her body parts had been sewn together. Dracula Fox and Frankenstein Fox, Jennifer thought. Cute.

"I don't see why not," Dora said brightly. "Any more questions? Good! Once you have found out who the perpetrator is, bring him... or her... up here to the dance pole in order to receive their just desserts. Let the hunt begin!"

The music resumed as the members and guests began pairing off. Roughly three quarters remained in the ballroom dancing, but the others began to disperse throughout the house. Dora strolled back to the Fox, exchanging her now empty champagne glass for another full one on the way.

Jenn sipped from her glass. "That last name, Foxy Gina," she said, taking the piece of paper from Dora with the list of names on it. "I notice it's out of alphabetical order. Who is that?"

"That's YOU, girlfriend!" Dora laughed. "Congratulations! You are officially a suspect in a murder case."

"But I'm only a guest. I'm not a member of the club."

"You are now. I paid your membership dues for you."

"You did WHAT?"

"Lighten up, Fox. The whole point is to have fun. Come on, let's see if we can find Michelle..."

On the other side of the ballroom, Alchema grabbed a glass of champagne and took a big swallow. The champagne trickled down her throat and hit her stomach like a bomb, warming her body from the inside out, making her feel slightly light-headed. As she finished it, licking her lips, she noticed traces of undissolved residue in the glass. Oh shit! Hadn't the Gambler warned her that they put mild mood enhancers in the drinks?

"Is that you?" said a man, sidling up beside her. "It must be, mustn't it?"

He was tall, dressed all in neat western clothes -- black hat, black frock coat, trousers and boots, even a black gun-belt trimmed with silver. His shirt was dark gray with a string tie and a vest, and on his upper lip he had a theatrical curled moustache.

"Yes, it's me," Alchema whispered impatiently. "You didn't tell me that EVERY woman was going to be dressed like the Fox. Still, I don't see how that affects anything."

"Check out the girl with Daring Dora," the Gambler said. "Her name is Gina Sommers. I have reason to believe that she is actually the Fuchsia Fox. The real one."

"Are you serious?" Alchema gulped. "You know the Fox's secret identity? And you never--"

"Don't get excited," the man interrupted. "I've checked it out and it's a fake identity. I first saw her here months ago. Dora keeps putting her on the list as a guest, hoping that she'll return. That's why I suggested you come dressed as the Fox, with that beautiful mask of yours. How was I to know she was actually going to turn up?"

"Ah, that explains the trouble I had with your doorman," Alchema said. Her derma-plasm mask was an exact copy of the Fuchsia Fox's face.

"All right; as we know, there's a safe somewhere in this house that nobody has ever found. Do you still think you can find it and crack it?"

"There are only so many places to hide a safe," the girl shrugged. "You say all the obvious places, the study, the master bedroom, and so on, have already been searched. I'm sure I can find it. But I didn't come expecting to have to deal with a superheroine. Can you give me some help? Don't you have some goons standing by?"

"Of course not. You don't bring henchmen to the Club. It's just not done."

"Wow," Alchema deadpanned. "Honor among thieves. I'll just have to do my best to steer clear of her." It suddenly felt stuffy in the ballroom. Against her better judgment, she grabbed another flute of champagne to cool herself off.

"If you want muscle," the Gambler said, looking idly around at the dancing and smooching couples, "Sid and Marty are always up for rough stuff. Those two guys dressed as Greek wrestlers. Just tell them it's part of the game."

Alchema followed his gaze. The two men he was talking about were bare-chested and bare-legged, dressed in gladiator sandals and natty little leather kilts -- one green, one blue. The girl bit her lip, feeling a rush of longing that made her pussy tingle down inside those tight fuchsia shorts she was wearing. At the moment, they were being chatted up by a couple of redheads in really cheap, off-the-rack Fox costumes.

"Okay," Alchema said. "I'll see what I can do."


***


Chapter 3 –


Dora led the Fuchsia Fox out of the ballroom through a side door and into the dining room, which was laid out with a small buffet. They paused briefly to graze on carrot sticks and shrimp, then passed on to emerge through the archway into the Foyer with its grand staircase.

The young superheroine noticed that Fritz wasn't at his post by the door, but it didn't alarm her. Dora had told her that, like the caterers, he wasn't an actual member of the club. He was employed so that at least one person with a clear head would be available in case things got out of hand. He locked the doors once all the guests had arrived, and then usually nobody saw him again until it was time to go.

Dora was leading her toward the grand staircase, but it was occupied. Halfway up stood a dark-haired Asian girl wearing a bright pink Fuchsia Fox costume with a pleated, mid-thigh length miniskirt, while on lower steps three men dressed as zombies tried to attack her. "Ha! Hai!" she cried, holding them at bay with graceful twirls and high-kicks, every sensuous movement betraying the all too obvious fact that she had nothing on underneath her skirt. A small crowd of both sexes was lounging in the foyer just to watch.

Suddenly the zombies got past the girl's guard. One of them caught her silken ankle, and the three men swarmed over her. The girl let out a squeak of mock dismay as they overpowered her, holding her slim body spread-eagled across the stairs as they roughly pulled her skirt up, hands and mouths caressing her as the three of them fought like animals over her juicy hairless pussy.

Dora bit her lower lip, growing horny from watching them. "Come on, we'll use the library stairs," she sighed, turning around and leading Jennifer back through the dining room, where they grabbed flutes of champagne and kept going.

"Who does this house belong to?" the Fox asked, admiring the antique furnishings they passed.

"Technically, nobody," Dora laughed. "The owner was a tech company millionaire who died three years ago. It's been tied up in probate ever since while the heirs fight over it."

"You mean no one has lived here in three years?" Jennifer said incredulously.

They had arrived at the library, two stories high, paneled in dark oak with a wrought-iron spiral staircase leading to the upper level. Jennifer was instantly assaulted by the aroma of the place -- the exotic, masculine, slightly stuffy smell of old bookbinding leather and crisp, yellowed paper. Jennifer was a history major who had spent countless hours in museum libraries and archives, until that scent was second nature to her. Tonight, in these circumstances, having drunk two glasses of champagne already, she couldn't help feeling a little bit of arousal.

Dora was already spiraling up the staircase, her slightly too short miniskirt swirling around her thighs and giving the Fox a glimpse of her nylon panties. Swallowing a sudden lump in her throat, Jennifer followed, her eyes transfixed upon her sexy friend.

On the upper balcony, the scent of books seemed even more concentrated. It was slightly warmer up here, too. The air seemed stuffier, carrying a hint of pipe tobacco. Jenn’s pretty knees quivered weakly as she sensuously caressed the leather spines that lined the bookshelves with her hands, nostrils flaring as she breathed in their antique smell.

"Fox? You okay?" Dora asked. Her lips made a sly smile as she recognized the flush in her companion's cheeks. "You get off on this bookworm stuff, don't you?"

"Uhh..." Jennifer said sheepishly. "It reminds me of a fantasy I once had... having sex in the Library of Congress..."

Dora groaned. "Ohhhh don't get me started! The Law Library at the University of Virginia! My boyfriend and I used to... Mmmmmm!" The blonde glided swiftly over to her, whirling the heroine around and pinning her against the bookshelves. The Fox found herself trapped, her round little butt and her bare back in contact with the leather bindings, while Dora pressed her close from her front, their nubile, feminine bodies pressed together breast to breast.

"No time like the present, girlfriend," the blonde said breathlessly, as her lips met the Fox’s in a sensual kiss.

Nnnnn! The aroma of the books and the touch of Dora's body were intoxicating, not to mention the sweet taste of her mouth as her tongue slipped in between her lips. Jennifer's arms snaked around the blonde girl's slender waist, grabbing her bottom and pulling her even closer.

"Oh God, Fox," Dora moaned, as her lips traced a line of fire along the superheroine's swanlike neck. "I've thought about so much since last time. I've wanted you so much... it's almost like I'm obsessed with you..."

Jennifer closed her eyes in rapture. The friction of her hard nipples rubbing against the front of her costume, combined with the spiked champagne, was far too much to resist. "What about... Michelle...?" she whispered.

"What about her?" Dora said casually. "I'm not asking you to marry me, for heaven's sake. For tonight I want you, and I know you want me. Tonight, it's just us. With me you don't have to be a paragon of virtue. Now let's see about getting this restricting uniform off of you..."

Without another word, Dora’s hands slipped behind the Fox, unfastening her halter top and peeling it upward and off. Tossing the garment aside, her gloved hands cupped the superheroine's soft, naked breasts. Jennifer let out a gentle moan as Dora's fingers squeezed her pliant little coconuts, tweaking her hard, bullet-like nipples with exquisitely painful stimulation.

Next Jennifer returned the favor, undoing the fasteners of Dora's costume and removing it. Now naked boob to naked boob, the two girls helped one another out of their gloves, skirts and panties.

"Ooooh you're so delicious I could just eat you alive," the blonde moaned. Both of their bodies were slippery and perspiring from their passion. The smell of their sex was making them both feel drunk. Dora's lips planted wet kisses on and around the Fox's erect nipples, as her hands caressed the brunette girl's hips and thighs, sliding in between her creamy thighs to touch her exposed womanhood. The Fox let out a shuddering moan as those fingers played with her pussy lips, making her knees tremble weakly.

"Come over here," Dora commanded. Submissively Jennifer allowed herself to be led to a stuffed leather sofa and perched on it. Dora knelt in front of her, spreading the superheroine’s gorgeous legs wide and sliding her face between her flawless thighs. The next thing Jennifer knew, Dora's mouth was on her pussy, her tongue and lips sucking at her wet snatch.

"Nnnnnnnggh!" the Fox moaned as tingles ran up and down her whole body from her scalp to her toes. "Please... please don't stop..." She could feel Dora's fingers now joining in, even while she continued sucking, in and out of her love hole, rubbing against her swollen clit.

In between spasms of pleasure, the Fox began to wonder idly what she thought she was doing. She knew that she was sexually submissive with her husband Martin, but usually not with strangers! Was it because Dora was someone she trusted, or just because she was a woman? That slightly alarming thought was quickly cut off as Dora's fingers plunged deeper into her slit. Her orgasm came swiftly and suddenly, like a tsunami, as Dora clamped her hot mouth completely over Jenn’s muff.
"OHGOD!" Jennifer screamed, her hips thrusting involuntarily up and down. "OH! PLEASE, YES!"

"Come on, just a little more!" Dora pleaded, coaxing her to cum.

"AHHH!" Jennifer screamed again, as a second orgasm followed swiftly on the first.

"Oh, THAT was great!" Dora moaned, licking her lips. "Now you do me!"

They switched places. As Dora lay on her back across the sofa, Jennifer leaned over her, taking those plump C-cups in her hands and kneading them, pinching Dora’s nipples. Slowly she kissed her way down the blonde girl's sleek young body, over her flat belly and in between her spread legs. Dora's hips were grinding slowly up and down as Jennifer thrust her face into her snatch, the sharp aroma of her womanhood driving her crazy with arousal.

"OHJEEZ!" the blonde gasped, as the Fox's mouth closed over her slit. Jennifer's lips met her pussy lips, her tongue rubbing the soft mound of her clit. She had only been sucking for a few seconds before Dora moaned, "Oh damn, I'm going to cum already!"

The Fox felt the hot liquid rush of Dora's cum, and a few seconds later, they were lying panting in one another's arms. "Oh God that was wonderful!" the blonde moaned.
"Shouldn't we be getting dressed?" Jennifer asked dreamily after a moment. "Someone could walk in on us."

With her mask on, Dora evidently didn't notice that the Fox looked like a different person without her halter top on. The blonde seemed focused more on her tits anyway. "You're right," Dora said idly. "We were looking for Michelle and her date, weren't we?" Sitting up, she grabbed a pair of panties and slid them on over her ankles.

"Hey, those are mine," the Fox said, sitting up.

"How can you tell?" Dora said. Once the slightly damp panties were in place, she got up on her knees and reached into the little pile of their clothing for her skirt. As she did, the little card Jennifer had been given fluttered to the floor. "Oh, wow," the blonde said, reading from it while she tossed the skirt to Jennifer. "The killer is not Betty Dreadful. That's good to know."

"Hey, that reminds me," the Fox said, draping the skirt around her. "You have to show me your clue now."

"I don't have a clue," Dora giggled as she picked up the Fox's halter top and clutched it to her chest to see how it looked on her. "I'm the hostess."

"What?" Jennifer gasped, feeling more than a little nervous at the possibility of Dora taking her Zumerian costume from her. "Do you mean I let you boink me for nothing? What a gyp!"

"Nothing, am I?" Dora said playfully, pushing Jennifer back against the leather sofa and planting a passionate kiss on her lips.

As she came up for air, Jennifer moaned, "I thought... we were looking for Michelle..."

"Michelle who?"


***


Chapter 4 –


Michelle's costume was almost identical to Dora's, with a shorter skirt and boots that came to slightly above the knee. Wanting to stand out a little, Michelle had folded the tops of her boots down a little like cuffs. Privately she thought that the purplish-red shade Dora had chosen clashed horribly with her short, copper-red hair, but what Dora wanted, Dora always got. Michelle wasn't worried about it now, however, as she danced with her hunky former boyfriend, who was dressed like a Star Trek Klingon in a leather tunic and a ridged headpiece that made him almost unrecognizable.

"Hey, Ox-car! Having fun?" she shouted over the music, snaking her arms around his broad shoulders.

"Am I ever!" he replied, his eyes wide open and darting around as though afraid he might miss something. "You hear rumors about Club X, but to actually be here is amazing!" For a moment, his eye was caught by the nearly naked girl with the snake, who had taken over the stripper's pole after Dora had left it, but it didn't linger there long. All around them in the ballroom were couples and threesomes dancing and/or making out. And of course, the fact that all the girls were dressed in variations of the Fuchsia Fox, the city's super-sexy superheroine, didn't hurt at all, either.

Nearby, a guy wearing a bright orange prison jumpsuit and handcuffs took off his cuffs and, catching the blonde Fuchsia Fox he was dancing with by surprise, snapped them quickly onto her wrists. "No! Please don't..." the girl whimpered, struggling in his clutches as he clasped one hand over her mouth. Then she began submissively rubbing her hips up and down against his. Then he unzipped his jumpsuit down to the waist, hiked up her tiny little miniskirt and took her standing up, still dancing, and showing no embarrassment that they were in full view of a roomful of people.

"Pinch me; I've got to be dreaming!" Michelle's date groaned, his own cock growing iron hard inside his pants. Michelle sidled closer to him, shimmying her hips in rhythm with his, which caused him to focus his attention back on her. "Hey, 'Chelle, thanks for inviting me," he said, his arms encircling her slim waist and giving her a squeeze on her butt.

"Aw, it's nothing," the girl demurred. "I couldn't believe it when I bumped into you at Target! Small world, huh?" Actually, it had been like a gift from Heaven. Michelle had been thinking lately that Dora was taking her for granted. What better way to spice things up than to show up at the party with a guy? "This is a bonzo Klingon outfit, too! When did you become a cosplayer?"

"I'm not," he laughed. "One of the guys in my unit is. This was about the only thing he had that I'd be caught dead in."

"Ooooooh," the girl cooed, her hands splayed seductively across his manly chest, "how did you know that I've always fantasized about being boffed by a Klingon?"

"Yeah? And I've always fantasized about boffing the Fuchsia Fox!" he retorted.

Michelle planted a wet, lingering kiss right on his lips. "Then let's go somewhere more private and make both our dreams come true," she whispered. Taking his hand, she led him across the ballroom, keeping one eye open for Dora and Gina. She had seen them arrive, but then lost track of them while she danced with her date. But she knew where they had probably gone. There was a bedroom in the upstairs turret that Dora had gone ga-ga over when they had checked out the house earlier. Michelle led her Klingon friend through the dining room and toward the grand staircase.

"Hey, Gina!" she blurted out, unexpectedly coming across her at the entrance to the library. It was odd, though... Gina was wearing the boy-cut shorts version of the costume; Michelle was sure she had seen her with a miniskirt earlier. "Having fun? Have you seen Dora?"

Alchema's green eyes widened in alarm. Absorbed in searching for the hidden safe, she had totally forgotten that there were people here who might recognize the girl she was impersonating. This girl obviously did, and her date in the Klingon costume was gawping at her as if he thought she was the real Fuchsia Fox. She had no choice but to play along and try to turn it to her advantage.

"Uh... no," Alchema said, answering the girl's question. "I mean... just in passing."

"My God, you look just like her," the Klingon said, his mouth dropping open with awe as he ogled her delicious breasts.

Alchema blushed. Maybe it was the spiked champagne she had drunk, heightening her awareness, but she could feel how hot he was for her because of her resemblance to the sexy superheroine. It seemed to her as if she could smell waves of pheromones rolling off his body. For a girl like her, who had spent most of her life in chemical laboratories, it was incredibly arousing to be the object of such intense sexual desire.

"Hey, handsome!" Michelle giggled, snaking her right arm through Alchema's left, "what would you say to a threesome? Two Fuchsia Foxes for the price of one?"
"I'd say I had died and gone to Heaven!" her date moaned.

"Then let's go. I know the perfect place!" Michelle and her date each took one of Alchema's arms, and the cat burglar was stuck. She pretty much had to go along with them or cause a scene. Not that she minded. The guy's hand free hand grabbed her butt, his fingers rubbing the crack of her tail through the flimsy fabric of her shorts in a way that was causing the most pleasant sensations.

Michelle turned around and led them back the other way, into the conservatory. Alchema had already searched the entire ground floor except for this room. It had hardly seemed worth the bother to her because the inner walls faced the pantry and the kitchen. The room looked out over the gardens in the rear of the house. One entire wall and about half the ceiling were of glass panes, in the daytime allowing in plenty of sunlight for the two rows of exotic tropical plants and flowers in standing planters. At night it was lit only by the silvery light of the moon overhead. In the middle of the room was a large, leather settee.

While Michelle and her date gushed over the romantic view, Alchema's cat burglar's sixth sense began nagging at her. She strolled along the inner wall which was furnished with shelves containing a few knick-knacks. There were light fixtures attached to the walls, made to look like old-fashioned gas lights. Alchema reached up and twisted the one situated by the corner of the shelf. There was a click, and a narrow section of the wall slid back.

"Oh cool! A secret passage!" said Michelle, clutching at her date's hand. "Let's explore it!"

"Better let me go first, ladies," her brawny date said, taking the lead. The passage was so narrow that they had to go single file. After a few feet there was an upward stair, covered with carpet to absorb the sound of their footsteps. On the second floor, the passage turned left and finally ended at another secret door, obvious because the unlatching mechanism was plainly visible from this side.

But a few feet before the door was a safe, built right into the wall!

Alchema felt excited by the find, but the other two didn't think anything of it. Michelle was more interested in where the secret door led. She tripped the mechanism and stepped through.

"Hey! This is the master bedroom!" she gushed, as they all entered. It was evidently in the turret, octagonal in shape, and featured a huge bed among other things. Michelle and her date immediately checked it out.

"Come on, Gina!" the Klingon said, grabbing the slender girl's left wrist and pulling her irresistibly toward the bed. "Let's get dirty!"

"I've got a better idea," Alchema said, smiling as she slipped her chemical gun from her glove. "Why don't you two go to sleep for a while?" Hisssss! The pale pinkish gas enveloped both Michelle and her date, and they sagged together onto the mattress.

Alchema slipped back through the passage to check out the safe. It had a number pad lock, which was a bit problematical. If she had time, she could break the code, but she wanted to get out of here. She flicked the selector knob on her chemical gun to universal solvent and carefully sprayed it around the locking mechanism. A moment or two later, the door was open and she was looking at a black metal container like a thermos bottle, standing maybe fifteen inches high and five or six thick. There was nothing else in the safe.

What the hell? Curious to see what could possibly be worth the hundred thousand dollars the Gambler was paying her, Alchema unscrewed the lid, but the light in the passage was too dim to make out what was in the bottle. She screwed it back shut.

Quickly Alchema slipped back into the bedroom, past the two sleeping beauties and out into the hall. Moving down the hall and across, the girl found the game room and went inside. Three pinball machines stood along one wall, and in the middle of the floor were a billiard table and an air hockey table, with hanging lamps above each one to give plenty of illumination. She crossed to the air hockey table and unscrewed the bottle, pouring its contents out so that she could see it.

What spilled out were a bunch of glossy black objects, oblong in shape and no bigger than three inches long. They felt like they were made of plastic. Each one was equipped with six tiny legs. They reminded Alchema of beetles, but they just lay there in a pile on the table, inert and stupid looking. "Huh!" the girl snorted. "Toy bugs. So what?" However, if the Gambler was willing to pay a hundred thousand smackers for them, it was no skin off her nose.

She was about to scoop them back into the bottle when she heard footsteps approaching down the hall.


***


Chapter 5 –


Dora and the Fox had gotten their clothes sorted out, each of the gorgeous girls getting dressed in her own costume. They both removed their domino masks as they strolled down the second story hallway, headed for the master bedroom, which Dora said was really spiffy.

Two guys were standing at the top of the grand staircase, dressed as Greek wrestlers in short green and blue leather kilts, checking out the ladies as they passed. Jennifer's eyes were drawn at first to their splendid chest muscles, but as she glanced at their faces, she thought that they looked familiar.

They were the two orderlies she had met at the previous "Arkham Asylum" party, who had strapped her to that table and started to bone her before Martin had come to her rescue. The girl couldn't help blushing at the memory.

"How's it hanging, Sid? Marty?" Dora asked casually. "You guys behaving yourselves?"

"Not hardly," one of the men said with a grin. They both watched the girls pass, eyes glued to their long legs and the seductive sway of their pert little derrieres underneath those flirty miniskirts. After a few seconds, the men followed. Alchema had told them that it would be fun to abduct the girl named Foxy Gina, who would probably be found with Dora. Keeping her face hidden, she had told them that Gina liked bondage and she liked to be taken, and that the rougher they were, the more she would like it. Marty slipped a chloroform-soaked cloth from the pocket in his kilt as the two men grinned in anticipation, remembering Gina from that Arkham Asylum party.

"The master bedroom is up ahead," Dora said to Jennifer. "If someone hasn't claimed it already," she added. "Most members of Club X are exhibitionists; it's almost a membership requirement. But give us a mansion with all these rooms and you'd be surprised how private we want to be."

It was right then that Sid and Marty pounced. Sid went for Dora, grabbing her around the waist and giving her plump boobs a squeeze. "Hey! What the--?" the blonde cried. Marty jumped the Fox, roughly seizing her slender arms and holding them trapped behind her with his left arm as his right snaked around her alluring body, clamping the cloth over her nose and mouth.

The stunning super-lady shook her head as the overpowering scent of chloroform clogged her senses. Her instinct was to fight, but then she hesitated. This was a Club X party, and Jenn knew firsthand the kind of sexual play that went on here. It was probably just more fun and games. In fact, she could feel Marty's rigid trouser snake poking against her booty like a tent pole.

Jennifer's pussy tingled with helpless excitement as she gave in, her nipples hardening even as her brain began to slide into a lightheaded stupor from the drug. "Please..." the superheroine begged, her voice muffled and weakened by the cloth as a blanket of blackness began to steal over her. "Can't... resist..." Her elegant legs felt like rubber as the Fox sank limply into the man's strong, masculine arms, unable to fight him now even if she had wanted to.

Marty removed the cloth from her face -- he didn't want her completely unconscious; what would be the fun in that? -- and the men hustled the two captured Fuchsia Foxes across the hall, throwing open the doors to the game room. And there the four of them were unexpectedly confronted by Alchema.

It was a surprise for all parties concerned. Alchema had told Sid and Marty to abduct the Fox, but she had no idea they were going to bring her HERE, of all places! It was a surprise for Sid, Marty and Dora as well, seeing two women whose faces looked as exactly alike as two peas in a pod.

"Ha-ha! Twins!" laughed Sid with a lecherous wink. "What do you know?"

Quick as lightning, Alchema whipped out her chemical gun and pointed it straight at the superheroine. "Don't move, Fox -- unless you'd like to go sleepy-bye for a couple of hours."

Jenn was caught in Marty's arms, still a little woozy from the dose of chloroform, but gradually beginning to feel like herself again. "Dr. Foster, I presume?" she said. There was only one person she knew who had a face mask exactly like her face.

"You presume correctly. Why don't you people just step inside here?"

They did as she asked. As the Fox stepped across the threshold, the spunky super babe pushed herself free of Marty's embrace and lunged at the villainess. Her lissome knees still felt a little wobbly, but she kept her feet steady long enough to knock the gun aside and snatch it from Alchema's hand, passing it quickly behind her to Marty. Then she grabbed the burglar by the front of her fuchsia halter top.

"What are you doing here, Tara?" the superheroine demanded. "Talk!"

"I don't have to tell you a thing, Fox," Alchema smirked. "I have my-- BE CAREFUL WITH THAT, YOU MORON!"

This last was directed at Marty, who had been fiddling with her chemical gun. As the sexy female villain snapped at him, by reflex he yanked the trigger, splattering both her and the Fox with a milky-white liquid. And as he fumbled with the strange weapon, he somehow managed to spray Dora, Sid and himself with it!

"Oh no!" the Fox groaned, feeling a sudden overwhelming rush of sexual arousal. "Please tell me this isn't your aphrodisiac potion!"

"I'm afraid so," Alchema moaned, her skin already glistening with perspiration.

The two adversaries melted softly and submissively into one another's arms, hot lips seeking and caressing moist feminine flesh as their fingers fumbled with the fasteners of one another's costumes. Their pulses raced, adrenalin rushed through their nubile young bodies like a tidal wave as they surrendered to animal lust. The Fox had successfully resisted the potion before, but tonight the superheroine's willpower was weakened by the dose of chloroform and by the spiked champagne she had drunk earlier. Alchema had no resistance at all to her own concoction. Within seconds, their clingy tops had been removed and thrown aside so that their supple, pliant boobs could be tenderly touched and squeezed.

"Oh please..." Jenn moaned, feeling Marty sidle up behind her in the throes of lust himself, his brawny arms encircling her sylph-like waist as he kissed her bare neck and shoulders. Then his strong hands moved upward to cup her succulent coconuts. She felt his thumbs rubbing her nipples, sending strokes of ecstasy shooting along her satin skin. Tara began a slow descent down the front of her body, her heavenly mouth kissing Jenn's ribcage, her navel, her flat tum, her smooth hips and thighs. Her miniskirt was undone and tossed aside, and Jenn's knees begin to tremble as she felt feminine fingers pulling down her panties and sliding into her juicy cleft, gently fingering the slippery petals of her coosh.

"Please... nnnnn!" the Fox groaned as she climaxed standing upright. The tangy smell of sex filled her senses, making her drunk. Her coltish legs quivered and she would have fallen had not Marty and Alchema caught her, easing her onto the top of the billiard table, her naked butt sliding over the smooth green felt. Now Marty had taken a coil of nylon climbing rope from one of the cabinets, and Alchema was helping him to tie her wrists above her head, looping back and forth in a figure eight pattern. Together they passed the rope under the billiard table and tied it off, holding her bound and helpless, flat on her back.

The Fox struggled to throw off the effects of the aphrodisiac, to summon the strength of will to break her bonds. She glanced to her right and saw Dora bent over one of the pinball machines as Sid took her from behind.

Then her attention was drawn back to Marty as he climbed on top of the billiard table with her, straddling her. He lifted up the front of his kilt, revealing his thick, heavy flesh torpedo. The Fox moaned as Alchema reached across with her gloved hands, stroking him and pumping him until he was hard and throbbing. Jenn's heart was pounding with carnal desire. Involuntarily she spread her thighs, hooking her ankles around him as he leaned forward, braced his hips, and thrust his pole smoothly inside her love hole.

"Ohgod," she gasped, arching against him.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, the pile of black beetles which lay spilled on the air hockey table began to move slightly, their legs twitching as they flipped themselves upright.


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Chapter 6 –


In the post-coital stillness of the room, an electronic alarm suddenly began to quietly go beepbeepbeep!

"Oh shit!" Alchema hissed, frantically hunting through her discarded clothes for her toolkit pouch. "Ohshitohshit! Don't look at me!" Her face seemed to be peeling off in strips as she hunted up the spare mask she carried and put it on. It wasn't one of her amazing derma-plasm masks; it was only the expressionless mask of a doll's face with eye holes.

The Fuchsia Fox felt a pang of sympathy for the villainess, knowing how self-conscious she was about her scarred face. But basically, her body felt spent and exhausted as the aphrodisiac potion wore off. She still lay tied up and flat on her back on the billiard table, with Marty lying beside her. Dora and Sid were sprawled on the floor, sheepishly untangling themselves from one another.

"Oh boy, I feel like I've been hit by a truck," the blonde girl moaned.

"Me too," Alchema seconded. "My potion obviously does not mix well with whatever you people put in your drinks."

"I guess not-- HEY! Who are you anyway? You're not a member of the club."

"I'm a burglar," Alchema sighed, clearly in no shape to make a run for it. "If you must know, I was sent to steal--" She broke off abruptly, scrambling to her feet and clutching her clothes in front of her.

The air hockey table where she had left the bottle was GONE! Literally gone. In its place was a living, seething mass of those black bugs, climbing over one another and making a faint clicking noise. The alarming thing was that there were a hundred of them, three or four times as many as would ever have fit into that bottle! And as she watched, they seemed to be constructing more from the remains of the table.

"What the hell are those things?" Marty cried, diving off the billiard table as everyone backed against the far wall.

"Could someone please untie me?" the Fox asked. Her pulse raced with panic, causing her nipples to peak up as she tugged at the nylon rope twined around her wrists. "Please?"

The mass of black bugs surged forward in a wave, climbing over one another in their haste. They divided into two groups and swarmed up the legs of the billiard table, taking chunks out of the wood as they came. Jennifer felt sick with fear as she watched them gain the top and pour toward her across the green felt surface.

Sid darted forward, cut the rope with one slash of his pocket knife, and pulled the young heroine off the table as the bugs chewed up the spot where she had been lying. All four of them grabbed their clothes and ran out into the hallway, slamming the door to the game room behind them.

"Okay, Tara, spill it!" the Fox said, as she wriggled into her clothes. "What do you know about these things?"

"I'm telling you! Nothing!" the villainess said. "I was told that the owner of the house was a tech millionaire. He made some remarkable breakthrough, but the government banned it. So rather than lose all his work, he hid it away in a secret vault. His partners and his heirs have been trying to find it ever since. I was promised a lot of money to find it. End of story."

"But what perverted whim possessed you to turn those horrible things loose?" Dora said angrily.

"Do I look that stupid?" Alchema retorted. "They were dead when I found them! Dormant!"

There was a crash from the game room as the billiard table collapsed. "They don't sound dead," the Fox said in a worried tone of voice. "You must have done something to wake them up. Think!"

"I didn't do anything! I just put them on the table so that I could see what they were."

Jenn thought hard. The lights?

"Solar power cells," said Dora, getting the same idea. "So that they would be safe stored in a dark vault."

"So we just turn the lights off and it'll kill them?" Marty ventured, his voice quavering.

"I doubt if it would be that simple," the Fox said. "Now that they're active, they can probably hold a charge for hours. Okay, the first thing we do is evacuate the house. Get everyone outside." Sid and Marty ran off down the hallway, knocking on bedroom doors and hustling people downstairs.

"There are seventy members and guests, Fox," Dora said, "scattered all over the house!"

"I... errr..." Alchema said in a sheepish-sounding tone of voice. "I sort of left two people unconscious in the master bedroom. Sorry." She pointed to the door a little ways up the hall.

"Maybe the bugs will just stay in the game room," Dora suggested, crossing her fingers.

No sooner had the words left her mouth than small holes began to appear in the door. The bugs were chewing their way right through the woodwork. Without a moment's hesitation, the Fox threw herself forward, struggling to hold the barrier in place. Each time a bug chewed through, she would punch it back with a jutting fingertip. It was a little like playing whack-a-mole.

Suddenly the entire door collapsed in a pile of sawdust. The bugs poured out in a wave, hundreds of them, burying the stunning superheroine alive in a living, writhing carpet of mechanized life forms. Jenn's silken skin crawled at the sensation of their tiny legs all over her, taking nips out of the fabric of her costume and even trying to do the same to her soft flesh.
And after that aphrodisiac orgy, she was finding it unexpectedly difficult to concentrate on her force shield against the massed assault. Fighting them was of no use; each one she crushed under her fist or her heel was only a drop in the bucket. Desperately she retreated, powering her way through the moving mass to rejoin Dora and Tara. The bugs spread across the hallway and began eating the floor and the walls.

"It's no use," the Fox panted, looking a tad disheveled. In places her lovely skin was pocked with tiny blood stains, and there were pin pricks here and there eaten out of her halter top. "They'll destroy the house and in the process build more copies of themselves. There'll be millions of them."

"Wait a second," Alchema said slowly. She picked up her chemical gun, which had been left on the floor in all the confusion. "It only has one charge left, but I think it will stop the bugs. The only drawback is we have to get them all back together in a mass."

"How are we supposed to do that, genius?" Dora smirked.

"Live bait," the Fox said. "They went into defensive mode when I attacked earlier. My force shield should protect me if I concentrate."

"But Fox, you can't--"

"Are you sure it will work, Tara?"

"Pretty sure."

"Then let's do it." Without hesitation, the Fox lunged forward into the moving carpet of bugs, stomping clumps of them with her ankle boots. The bugs reacted at once, swarming her, climbing her exquisite legs in a living wave until she was again engulfed. Dora and Tara watched as the sexy superheroine disappeared, swallowed whole by the clicking, writhing mass.

"Okay, that's good! Get out of there, Fox!" Alchema shouted, aiming her chemical gun.

The young superheroine heard her warning, but it was easier said than done. The weight of the mass of bugs was like lead, clinging to her and holding her down, insects crawling over every inch of her skin, making her squirm with revulsion as she could feel them nibbling at her. Jennifer's heart began thudding in her gorgeous chest, on the verge of panic. What if she couldn't get free? Desperately she summoned her courage for one last attempt. The Fox emerged as if breaking the surface of a pool of tar, bugs clinging to her heavenly body. Her miniskirt was hanging in tatters. Holes gaped in the fabric of her halter top, allowing tantalizing glimpses of the rosy flesh of her beautiful coconuts. But try as she might, the heroine couldn't seem to shake herself completely free.

Alchema hesitated for a split-second, then she fired the chemical gun anyway. A thick stream of liquid shot out which instantly expanded into a white cloud of fog, rolling down the corridor and growing larger as she kept her finger on the trigger. Everything the supercooled fog touched iced over, crystals spreading and expanding in all directions.

"What are you doing?" Dora shouted in alarm. "She's still trapped in there!"

"Trust me," Alchema said, as beneath her doll-like mask, her lips curled in a smile. It would be wonderful to kill two birds with one stone -- get rid of the bugs and that meddlesome superheroine at the same time. The wave of frost expanded as she held the trigger down. The bugs froze into immobility as the leading edge of the cloud rolled over them, and unexpectedly this allowed the Fox to wrench herself free and leap clear just before the main wave hit. Alchema scowled a little in disappointment.

"I knew she'd escape," she said offhandedly to Dora. But as they continued to watch, the spunky superheroine staggered against the end of the hallway, her scantily dressed body shivering uncontrollably from the frigid cold, with the main wave of fog still bearing down upon her. Ohhh, it looked like she might not be entirely out of the woods yet!

At that moment, the door to the master bedroom opened. Michelle and her date appeared in the doorway and took in the situation. The Klingon immediately reached out and latched his burly arms around the Fox's willowy curves. "Take it easy; I've got you!" he growled, yanking the girl off her feet and into the safety of the bedroom just as the main wave of fog hit, freezing the bugs into a solid, inert mass of ice!

"Oh thank you," the superheroine gasped breathlessly, sagging gratefully into the strength of her rescuer's manly arms. "Thank you so much. My hero!"

"I'd do it any time for the Fuchsia Fox," the man said, holding her tight, one hand copping an impertinent feel of her succulent right tit, which was peeking through a ragged hole in her top.

"Are you all right, Gina?" Michelle said, glancing out the doorway at all the frozen bugs. Then she smirked at Jennifer's torn costume, clearly unaware of exactly what a close call it had been. "I see you're experimenting with the punk look."

"Uh, well..." Jennifer smiled, rapidly warming up in the man's arms. That wasn't the only thing that was warming up, either. Down below, she could feel the heat of his enormous gollywanger throbbing against her thigh. Well, she couldn't exactly blame the poor man, considering the state of her attire. The least she could do was reward him with a kiss. The superheroine stretched upward on tiptoe, pressing her lips to his.

As they kissed, the Fox could feel his monster appendage getting even thicker, almost taking her breath away with its hardness! She forced herself to remember that he was Michelle's date. She was really a lucky girl! But then again, this WAS Club X. Maybe they could arrange a threesome before the night was over.

She pulled back at last. "That was an amazing kiss!" the man said, grinning. His hand had shifted from her boob to her back, patting her round little bottom in a way that said quite eloquently that he was looking forward to getting in her pants.

"Thank you--" Looking into his eyes, Jennifer suddenly recognized him under all that Klingon prosthetic makeup and almost gasped aloud in shock. Oscar Jenkins!? What was HE doing here?

"You really do look exactly like her," Oscar said, his eyes locked on her face. "The real Fuchsia Fox, I mean."

"People tell me that all the time," Jennifer said weakly. "Er... Could you please let go of me? I should be getting back to the others."


***


Epilogue –


Alchema assured them that the super-cold fog would destroy the computer chips that ran the bugs. To make doubly sure, if they wanted to they could stand by with a hammer and smash them as they thawed.

"There goes my security deposit," Dora moaned, surveying the destruction in the hallway, not to mention the game room. "The Club is going to have to pay for the damages. We can't risk a police investigation." She turned sourly to Alchema. "And I'm afraid that also means that we can't press charges against you, as much as I'd like to."

"You're welcome, I'm sure," said the villainess, tilting her head coyly to one side. Her doll-like mask gave no hint as to the expression on her face, but the girl had the air of being convinced that she had saved the day practically single-handed. "Oh... and you should probably let your doorman out of the hall closet. The sleep gas should be wearing off." She gave them a jaunty wave as she descended the staircase.

"Fritz!" Dora and the Fox said in unison, following Alchema down the stairs where the three of them rescued the doorman and untied him. "I'm so sorry about this, Fritz," Dora kept saying.

"Think nothing of it, ma'am," the bald man said, brushing off his butler's suit.

"FOXY GINA!"

The Fox was suddenly grabbed from behind by two girls -- Frankenstein Fox and Dracula Fox -- who pinned her arms behind her. The heroine put up a half-hearted struggle for a moment and then relaxed. "What's this all about?" she asked, pretending to be overpowered.

"We've eliminated all the other suspects," Frankenstein Fox said with a smirk.

"YOU are the killer," added Dracula Fox, grinning wickedly. "It's time to take your punishment."

Jennifer had to think hard before she remembered the pretend "murder" they were supposed to be trying to solve. The penny dropped and she gave Dora a hard stare.
She was the hostess, after all. She had arranged the whole thing.

The blonde shrugged. "I am shocked, shocked I tell you," she said indignantly, "to hear of this ghastly outrage! Executioners, do your worst!"

The two girls turned Jennifer around and marched her across the Foyer and into the ballroom, where the members and guests were assembled, leaving a path to the stage with the dancer's pole. The Fox looked down at her torn costume and consoled herself with the fact that, whatever the "punishment" was, it couldn't be worse than anything else she had already been through tonight.

>>>>the end>>>

By Centurion

[flirty_but_nice]

I hope you guys have enjoyed this latest Fuchsia Fox story!

And in the good news department (well, good news imho, anyway), Centurion has authorized me to write up an addition to his story, that is like a sort of second epilogue, which will reveal a little more of what happens with the Fuchsia Fox after she is taken away by the Dracula Fox and the Frankenstein Fox, to face her "punishment".

Sadly, I have not yet managed to write this next part up, but I hope to, soon. Then if what I write is approved by Centurion, it will be posted here in this thread as an additional little extra to the story. Check back often! Oh, and as always, your feedback serves as food, feeding Centurion's appetite, serving as motivation for him to write more! Plus, I like your feedback, too. <kisses>

[dodosony]

Hi,

It is certain that “Better Loving Through Alchemy” is another amazing story from Both Centurion and Flirty, and thanks for your work. On the surface, this story “Better Loving” is the sequel to “Return to Club X” and “In Too Deep.” In my view, the story “Better Loving” is different with these two above because most time Fuchsia Fox wears her domino mask. In other words, due to the Zumerian fabric of her costume that generated an enhanced view on her face and disturbs people to recognize Fox and Jeniffer is the same person, Jennifer has less worry about her identity when she became as the Fuchsia Fox. Thus, this story “Better Loving” is more like Jennifer’s adventure rather than Fox. The interesting thing is, even without mentioning the existence of the bracelet of Ishtar in this story, readers still supposed the girl who takes the party and fights with Alchema in the Club X is Fuchsia Fox rather than Jeniffer. I found that there is not mention the word “bracelet” in this story, and bracelet of Ishtar used to be the symbol of Fuchsia Fox because it gives Fox’s superpower and let her becomes a superheroine. The absent of bracelet in this story makes me think a question -- what element really decided the identity of a superheroine? I mean, in this story “Better Loving,” there are nearly one hundred girls wear “Fox” costumes at the same time, and Jeniffer has no physical different without the bracelets on her wrist. It seems the hint of superpower is the decisive factor that determines the identity of a superheroine rather than her costumer. In other words, readers have already predisposed to believe that Fuchsia Fox is a superheroine no matter she wears bracelet or not. The creative ideas from Centurion impressive me a lot and I think Centurion did a remarkable experiment to increase the diversity of the Fuchsia Fox’s adventures. Again, thanks for your fantastic story!

[flirty_but_nice]

Dodosony, thank you so much for your feedback. As always, it is so appreciated. I have forwarded your comments to Centurion. If he replies, I will post it here.

[flirty_but_nice]

Hey everybody, good news! Centurion has reviewed my saucy epilogue extra that I wrote up for this story and he's approved my posting it as after-story canon, without any changes! I realize I am a hack writer, comparatively, and that my style of writing is quite different from Centurion's, but I hope all of you like this saucy, if not sordid extra of mine.

Please feel free to stroke a girl's ego, your feedback is so very welcome and encouraged. <blush> Anyway, without further adieu, here's the extra ...


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Flirty’s Saucy Epilogue Extra
by flirty_but_nice


Frankenstein Fox and Dracula Fox both dragged the real Fox to the main ballroom, up onto the stage and then backed her against the stripper pole. Dora had been following and as the two cosplay Foxes held Gina in place, Dora opened an adjacent trunk and reached in, taking out a pair of heavy leather wrist cuffs that were linked by a chain, with an eyelet link in the middle. “Here you go, girls, bind our naughty prisoner.”, Dora instructed, flashing a wink Gina’s way.

As Frankenstein Fox and Dracula Fox each bound one of Gina’s wrists into the leather wrist straps, buckling each tightly into place, Dora whispered into Gina’s ear, “Gina, just go with this, a little naughty punishment that I am sure you’ll find exhilarating.”

“Please, no, I’m innocent!”, the Fox protested, playing along.

Dora next grabbed the center link of the chain and then asked Frankenstein Fox, whom was quite a bit taller than herself and Gina, “Franken-baby, if you don’t mind, secure our prisoner!”

“My pleasure.” Frankenstein Fox then took the linked wrist straps from Dora and reached high up, placing the center link into a hook that protruded out from the pole. This caused Gina’s arms to be drawn up high above her head, causing the playfully compliant superheroine to stand up on her tip-toes, so as not to be completely hanging without her feet on the ground.

Dora then turned to the crowd, explaining, “Ladies and Gentlemen, I present before you Gina Fox, the villain whose depravity resulted in the murder of Mr. Body!”

There was a course of boos and hisses, then Dora continued, “Her sentence is to be subjected to the whims of her peers – all of you! You’ll find in the trunk beside a collection of pleasurable implements with which to punish this lecherous wench! You have about half an hour to teach this sultry heroine a lesson, but remember, no does mean no, if she asks you to stop, you must obey. Have fun, everybody!”

Jenn’s head was spinning, the way she was hanging with her wrists securely bound, unless she was to engage her super strength to free herself, she really was helplessly and provocatively on display. To make matters worse, in all the confusion with the mechanical beetles and Alchema from earlier in the evening, Jennifer was without her mask!

Dora walked back over to Gina and rose up to give her a kiss. Jennifer suddenly felt the pleasure of Dora’s tongue once again invading her mouth, stirring feelings of arousal. Dora then stopped kissing and again whispered into Gina’s ear, “Gina, I know you like soft S&M, so enjoy. I meant it, though, if at any point you want this to stop, just say stop, no more. I’ll make sure everything remains consensual.”

“You owe me, Gina!”, Jennifer replied, with a naughty grin.

Suddenly, Frankenstein Fox walked up to Jennifer, as Dora stepped off stage. “Your outfit looks all pitted and out of sorts. If revealing is the look you are going for, here, let me help you!”

Without any warning or opportunity for Jennifer to protest, the tall woman reached up with both hands, grabbing the material of Jennifer’s halter top where it came together at the swell of the superheroine’s uplifted cleavage, and then ripped her halter top wide open, exposing both of her perky breasts. The crowd let out a cheer!

Normally the Zumerian material of the Fox’s halter top would not be so easily ripped, but with the garment already perforated with holes from all the nibbling mechanical beetles, the material was no match for the strong Amazonian sized Frankenstein Fox. Jennifer was relieved, though, in that despite hanging open, the halter top was still in place, continuing to cast its image enhancing magic.

Dracula Fox gently moved Frankenstein Fox out of the way, approaching Gina, “My, my, your perky little tits look so delicious. I think I have to have a taste.” Without waiting for permission, Dracula Fox grabbed hold of the Fox’s pert coconuts and then brought her mouth to them, taking turns sucking on Jennifer’s nipples, alternating from one to the other. Jennifer felt tingles of arousal flowing through her whole body, as her nipples were stimulated into hard, thick protruding bullets.

Most of the partygoers stood back and watched, but a few more daring participants went up on stage to take turns fondling at the superheroine, some of them taking the soft leather straps from the storage chest and lifting the Fox’s tattered skirt, gently whipping the Fox’s delicious, round behind. Others gently whipping across Jennifer’s exposed taa-taas.

Everything was gentle enough that the Fox didn’t bother engaging her protective force shield. In fact, Jennifer was surprised by how all of this attention and gentle punishment was bringing her to such amazing heights of arousal! At the same time, she was relieved that despite her face not being covered by the mask she had brought, nobody seemed to recognize her as being anyone other than Gina, just another, though overly hot looking, cosplaying Club X member. Also, despite the fact that her halter top was ripped open, exposing most of her torso, including her breasts, rather than feeling embarrassment, Jennifer was feeling exhilaration, much like the incredible arousal she felt those times she performed on webcam to satiate Martin’s voyeuristic fantasies.

In the crowd, Michelle and her Klingon date watched in voyeuristic awe, while gently caressing and pawing at each other. “Oscar, you can’t take your eyes off of her!”

“Michelle, I just can’t believe how much she looks like the real Fuchsia Fox. It’s uncanny!”, he replied.

“Mmmm, hunky Oscar and his Fuchsia Fox fantasies.”, Michelle teased, with a chuckle. “Would you like to know a little secret?”

Oscar turned to Michelle with a sudden look of curiosity on his face, “Sure!”

“Oscar, you have to promise not to tell ANYONE. Do you promise?”

“Michelle, of course. What is it?”

Michelle got close to Oscar and whispered in his ear, “Well, Dora doesn’t know that I know, but it just so happens that our sweet and sexy little Gina is actually THE real Fuchsia Fox.”

“Get out, no way!” Oscar replied, incredulously. “How do you know this? I mean, god, she does look like the real McCoy, but how?”

“Not long ago, I heard Dora talking to Gina on the phone about this upcoming Club X Party of ours and then after the call, Dora went to shower, leaving her phone out on the kitchen counter. I’m not normally the jealous type, but I was curious about just how often she was talking or texting with Gina. Well low and behold, I saw texts in her messages, not just from Gina, but from the Fuchsia Fox. It was unmistakable, Gina IS the Fuchsia Fox.”

“Holy shit, Michelle. So you guys know the Fox’s real identity? She’s Gina? Man, what I wouldn’t give to have the Fox’s private phone number. I don’t suppose you could …”

Playfully punching Oscar on the shoulder, Michelle cut him off, stressing, “Oscar, you have to keep your mouth shut about this! Dora doesn’t know I know and she’d kill me if she found out I peeked at her private work phone. You can’t tell anybody!”

“Mich, you don’t have to worry. You know my word is good. Your secret is safe. My lips are sealed. It’s just between us, nobody else will ever know.”

“You’re such a good man, Oscar. Now what do you say we make your little fantasy come true? Follow me.”

Michelle then made her way to the stage, leading Oscar by the hand with him trailing behind her.


***


Martin took another sip from his wine glass, then reaching over to place it on the nightstand beside his side of the bed. Turning back to his beautiful wife, Jennifer, he then took her in his arms, kissing her on her neck. “Wow, Jennifer, well that certainly explains why you showed up home last night, err, early this morning, with your halter-top ripped practically in half.”

“Yeah, now it will likely be a week or so before the material self fixes itself. Good thing I have a few spare Fox tops on hand. lol”

“Sooo, do tell more, darling, people taking turns gently whipping you, feeling you up. God, I wish I could have been there to watch you. It would have been so hot seeing you bound up like that!”

“Down boy.” Jennifer replied with a chuckle. “I do have to admit, though, maybe it was all the champagne, maybe the extra little spiked contents they put in the drinks, combined with crazy Alchema’s darned lust potion, but wow, it was all just so arousing to me. How do you feel about having a wife that has probably too much of an exhibitionist streak in her?”

“Baby, you KNOW I love it! God, you are the hottest woman EVER!”, Martin praised. “Now tell me more, my little naughty exhibitionist wife, just how far did things go?”

“Well, after a few people had their time with me, Dora had announced that they were going to be shutting things down in about fifteen minutes when the line-up to ‘punish’ me had mostly dissipated. Then Michelle came up on stage and started to slide her hands up and down my sides on my bare skin, while she kissed me on my chest. God, I was sooo horny by then from all of the other touching I had endured.”

“And then?”, Martin excitedly asked, while gently caressing Jennifer under the covers, his hand between his wife’s legs, over top of the thin, moist feeling material of her thong panties.

“And then she told me that it’s time for me to lose my panties, grabbing hold of them by the sides and pulling them down my legs.”

It was as if Jennifer were dictating instructions to Martin, for as she relayed how Michelle had pulled her panties down her legs and off, Martin did likewise, grabbing hold of her thong panties, and then slowly sliding them down his wife’s legs, as he sensually nibbled at her body.

“Mmmm, Martin, you’re getting me all turned on just like Michelle did.”

“Well, as I recall, Michelle is a hot sexy number herself, very skilled at turning a person on … What did she do next? Tell me.”, Martin commanded.

“Then she nibbled down my tummy toward my hoohoo, and then she started to lick me between my legs.”

Again, Martin mirrored the description of what had happened to Jennifer the night before, kissing down Jennifer’s tummy, between her legs, and then he began to lick her womanhood. Teasing her clit with his tongue.

“Oh god, Martin, yes, that’s exactly how she did it.” Jennifer was slightly straining in aroused bliss at the feel of Martin’s oral talent … and at the thought of recounting in her mind how Michelle had so magically brought her to the edge of orgasm, while she dangled from the upper hook on the stripper pole, bound by her wrists held high above her head.

“Did Michelle make you cum?”, Martin asked, before diving back in, vigorously trying to bring Jennifer to the edge.

“She didn’t.”, Jennifer replied, breathlessly. “I think she could sense … Mmm, Martin.”

“Yes Jenn, she could sense what?”

“I think she could sense … sense that I was so close to orgasm, but then … Mmm, please don’t stop … but then she stopped. Then she stood up beside me … oh god, yes Martin, please, yes, don’t stop.”

“And then?”, Martin again asked, before continuing to lap with his tongue faster and harder in an attempt to bring his wife off.

“Then she said that her date, the Klingon, that he had such wild fantasies about the Fuchsia Fox … and that … that she was going to let … let him finish me off.”

“Oh wow, Jennifer, that is sooo hot! And did he?”

Martin then replaced his tongue with his right hand, his fingers taking over where his tongue had left off, as he kissed back up his wife’s naked body. “Tell me more, Jenn. What happened next.”

Jennifer was lying on her back, arching up intermittently by the bliss Martin’s fingers were causing her. Her eyes were closed, as she enjoyed her husband’s expertise, while she also enjoyed the memory of the blissful night before. “Then Michelle turned around and pulled her date, who was dressed like a Klingon, a dead ringer with the perfect mask and all … she pulled him toward me, to take her place.”

“And did he?”, Martin encouraged, then taking Jennifer’s right nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue, gently nibbling at the hard, thickened nub.

“Oh god, yes Martin, he did. He took my nipple into his mouth, just like you’re doing, and then he reached down and began to finger my soaking wet pussy, Mmmm, just like you’re doing.”

“Oh God, Jenn, I love you so much. What did he do next?”, Martin asked, breathlessly, before turning his attention back to sucking on and nibbling his wife’s engorged breasts.

“Then he began to nibble my neck and then he whispered in my ear …”


***


As it had happened, the Klingon, whom Jennifer strongly suspected was Oscar, had whispered into her ear, “Gina, you look incredible. Just like the real Fuchsia Fox. I should know.”

“Oh yeah? How would you know?” Jennifer had breathlessly asked at the time, suspecting full well the answer.

“Because I’ve been with the real Fuchsia Fox and I swear, you’re her.”, he whispered in reply.

Jennifer was being brought back again so close to orgasm by the Klingon, to the point she was having mini quivers shooting through her body, on the verge of an orgasmic explosion. She had been so near a blissful crescendo that she was delirious with desire to, finally, be brought off, when she demanded, “Oh god, well maybe a Klingon is just what the Fox needs! What are you waiting for?”

After what Michelle had told him, even if there had been some doubt still in his mind about Gina being the real Fox, those doubts were gone. Oscar knew in his soul that it was true, that Gina was indeed the real Fuchsia Fox. “Gina, are you sure? I mean, you do know it’s me, …”

Before Oscar could say his name, the Fox had shushed him, “Shhhh, don’t say another word, please, don’t say anything more. Just do it, please.”

Not wanting to question his good fortune any further, Oscar did as he was instructed.


***


“Jenn, what did he whisper in your ear?”

“He asked if it was okay for him to fuck me.”, Jenn answered, being only partially truthful, due to omission.

“And what did you say?”

“Oh God, Martin, pleeease …”

“Jenn, it’s okay. You know how turned on I am … and I knew what the Club X Parties are all about. It’s all just a fantasy escape. It’s okay.”

“Martin, I love you. Okay, I told him to just do it, just get it over with. I was just so turned on by that point, all the stimulation I had endured, with the dim lighting, the melodic music playing.”

Martin moved further up Jennifer’s body, embracing his wife and engaging her in a deep kiss. She could feel Martin’s raging stiff hard-on pressing against her, as he straddled over top of her body, angling himself to enter her, missionary. As his member found Jennifer’s soaking wet entrance, he slid in deeply without any resistance, “So, did he?”

“Yes, he dropped his pants and grabbed hold of my hips, moving between my legs. He then grabbed me by my butt cheeks and lifted me up, then lowering me over top of his huge still cock, while holding me in place by the bottoms of my thighs.”

“And then?”, Martin further encouraged, as he began pumping in and out of Jennifer more rapidly.

“Martin, are you sure?”

“Yes, Jennifer. It’s okay.”

“Then with him thrusting into me so deeply, I just couldn’t hold off any longer. A mind-numbing orgasm hit me, overwhelmed me.”

Martin’s pace quickened even more, causing Jennifer’s body to break out in orgasm, similar to how she had with the Klingon. Her back arched up violently, as Martin looked down upon her, marvelling to himself as to how incredibly perfect and sexy she looked.

Martin knew Jennifer was cumming in blissful orgasm, but he was not quite ready himself.

“Jennifer, forget about the Klingon. Sooo, tell me more about when you were with Dora, earlier in the evening. How did she compare, when you two were getting it on?”

“Martin, Mmmm, god. Are you getting close? I don’t know how much more I can take!”

“Yes, Jenn, almost there … so tell me, just how much do you like girls?”

“Oh Martin, you know I like us girls. Dora is just so fantastic.”, Jennifer breathlessly replied, her body still being rocked by orgasmic quivers and Martin continued to vigorously fuck her, as she continued “She’s just so sexy and uninhibited. In a lot of ways, I wish I were more like her.”

“Jenn, was Dora better than the Klingon … do you like being with girls better than men?”

Jenn started to laugh almost uncontrollably, as she could barely stand the overwhelming stimulation Martin was inflicting upon her. “Oh god, Martin, what you’re doing to me … It’s hard to say, Martin. Dora is so special, she is just amazing in knowing how to touch a girl in all the right places. But at the same time, there’s nothing like have a nice, big hard dick deep inside of me. Mmmmm, Martin, as much as it’s so nice and different being with other women, my love, I way prefer you!”

Jenn’s words were the final straw of stimulation, as Martin exploded in orgasm, filling Jennifer with his seed with each orgasmic thrust deep inside of her.

As Martin’s own orgasm dissipated, he lip-locked with Jennifer kissing her deeply. Jennifer aggressively returned the dance, her tongue intertwining with Martin’s as the two lovers continued to enjoy each other. After a minute or so of intense French kissing, Martin finally stopped to get his breath, rolling off of his superheroine wife, onto his back, lying beside her.

“Jennifer, you are the most incredible woman ever!”

“Ohhh Martin, you are so incredibly sweet. I love you so much … and you’re pretty darn hot yourself, you know.”

“Thanks, Jenn. Oh, and I just want you to know, if you get the hankering to want to have more fun with Dora sometime, I am fine with it. As long as you tell me all about it, or even better yet, include me in it.”, Martin volunteered, with a wink.

Jennifer chuckled, full well know that one of Martin’s most desired fantasies is to have a threesome with her and another woman. “Martin, I think you’re the kinkiest guy I know.”, Jennifer teased with a pinch on Martin’s waist.

The two young lovers giggled and cuddled for a few more minutes, before both finally fell asleep in each other’s arms, in post coital bliss.

***
The End

By flirty_but_nice,
with Centurion’s consent.

[DrDominator9]

Sorry, I'm a bit late on my comment regarding Centurian's Alchemy story here. It was very enjoyable and Alchema is one of my favorite villains of his. The plot machinations were fun, the sex scenes were uber fun, (no, I wasn't reading them while being driven by an Uber driver). Liked the scene with Oscar especially, btw. And the ending was clean and a delightful little twist of the Fox being taken away to the stripper pole for "punishment."

Nice job all around Centurian. I will read Flirty's chapter next and give feedback in a day or so.

[flirty_but_nice]

Sorry, I'm a bit late on my comment regarding Centurian's Alchemy story here. It was very enjoyable and Alchema is one of my favorite villains of his. The plot machinations were fun, the sex scenes were uber fun, (no, I wasn't reading them while being driven by an Uber driver). Liked the scene with Oscar especially, btw. And the ending was clean and a delightful little twist of the Fox being taken away to the stripper pole for "punishment."

Nice job all around Centurian. I will read Flirty's chapter next and give feedback in a day or so.

Thanks for that review, Dr. D. I forwarded your comments to C. Still waiting for your further review of that little saucy extra of mine.

[DrDominator9]

So, I finally put aside time to read your 'saucy extra chapter,' Flirty, and found it wonderfully paced and very sweet in it's execution. It beautifully represented the best aspects of the two characters' pleasure they take from kinky exhitionusm as well as F/F/M sex. Also, I enjoyed how easily Martin slipped into Jenn there.

Some constructive criticism...

I felt there was a bit too much dialogue at the climax scene in terms of it being realistic. But that could just be my taste. The more intense the sensation, the less chatty people get, imho.

In any case, your extra bit was very worthwhile, Flirty, and we're all indebted to you for all that you contribute to Centurian's work... through your suggestions and your writing. You are more than ready to create your own original character series and I for one would be first in line to read it.

[flirty_but_nice]

So, I finally put aside time to read your 'saucy extra chapter,' Flirty, and found it wonderfully paced and very sweet in it's execution. It beautifully represented the best aspects of the two characters' pleasure they take from kinky exhitionusm as well as F/F/M sex. Also, I enjoyed how easily Martin slipped into Jenn there.

Some constructive criticism...

I felt there was a bit too much dialogue at the climax scene in terms of it being realistic. But that could just be my taste. The more intense the sensation, the less chatty people get, imho.

In any case, your extra bit was very worthwhile, Flirty, and we're all indebted to you for all that you contribute to Centurian's work... through your suggestions and your writing. You are more than ready to create your own original character series and I for one would be first in line to read it.

Dr. D, thank you so much for taking the time to read and review my lil'ol saucy extra. I really appreciate your feedback and I welcome your constructive criticism. I have to kind of lol a little bit about your comment of Jenn being too chatty. Maybe I let too much of myself into this story? lol Anyway, I can see it now so vividly, "Girl, shut the fuck up already and let's just enjoy this!" lol

I am flattered at your saying that you think I am ready to roll with my own original character. Still just waiting for Void to finish up his version of my Aurelia story, though, as I want to proceed with Aurelia, but I still really want to incorporate where he takes things, as story canon. I am keeping my fingers crossed that Void will soon deliver as he says he will.

Anyway, in the meantime, I do so very much enjoy collaborating with Centurion and look forward to continuing that as well. There are actually so many stories that he (we) have written that are so close to being ready to be posted. That's all on me. I better get off my tushy and get to it!

Thanks again, Dr. D., and everybody else!