Fuchsia Fox: "Broken Wings - Part 2", By Centurion

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Hey everybody, sorry for the delay in getting this conclusion to Part 1 posted. I hope you find the wait was worth it. As always, comments are really appreciated!

(if you've not yet read Part 1, here's the link to it… )


Fuchsia Fox: "Broken Wings Part 2"
By Centurion


Chapter 1 –


When Jennifer Fletcher didn't come home by eleven o'clock that night, her husband Martin fretted about the apartment for a long time. At last he broke down and called Thomas Westerton to ask if he had heard anything.

"I wouldn't panic just yet, Martin," the billionaire said thoughtfully. "The last time something like this happened, she was able to get a message to us. There hasn't been anything like that?"

"Nothing like that," Martin replied shortly and rather irritably. Naturally he had been checking both of her cell phones and her social media links for hours, while keeping one eye on the local television news. Wasn't that obvious?

"I'll put my media people on alert," Westerton said. "They'll discreetly check with the hospitals for anyone answering her description. But I'm afraid all we can do right now is wait and see."

Martin was afraid of that. And wait he did, with increasing anxiety until sleep surprised him in the wee hours of the morning. At seven o'clock he had a quick breakfast, showered and put on his uniform, getting ready for work. At the Pentagon there would be domestic intelligence sources that he could put to good use. But first he called Dr. Angela Pace and told her that Jennifer had come down with a bad case of the flu and was going to be taking a couple of sick days.

"Oh the poor darling!" Dr. Pace said. "Tell her not to worry about a thing, to take plenty of fluids and just concentrate on getting better. The National Archives will somehow keep the doors open without her."

"I'll be sure and tell her that," Martin said, clicking off the phone. He let out a heavy sigh, wondering what could have happened to Jennifer.


***


About halfway between Washington D.C. and Baltimore stood a modest country estate, well screened from the neighboring roads by fences and landscaping. Known by the locals as the "Knotts Place", the estate had a reputation for wild parties on weekends, and some speculated that the owner must have a lot of rich friends judging from the steady stream of expensive cars which visited practically every night. A few of the bolder neighbors had been known to whisper the scandalous phrase "high-class brothel" in connection with the place, but if the local police had heard any such rumors, they seemed to ignore them.

On this bright, sunny morning, Ignatz Kodosky was lounging on the sofa in the living room, dressed in an outfit that he felt most comfortable in -- a light brown military cut shirt with a Sam Browne belt and black jodhpurs tucked into black leather jackboots. He looked around the living room at the antiques he had acquired, most notably the authentic Gestapo banner displayed above the fireplace in a glass case. The black banner with the silver wolf's head flanked by lightning bolts was one of his most prized possessions. As he looked at it, Kodosky often felt that he had been born sixty years too late. To him the Nazis had represented an order that this decadent and decaying world was not likely to see again.

Sitting on the arm of the sofa within easy reach of him was probably his second most prized possession, Ilsa. She was a gloriously blonde Aryan beauty, dressed in black riding boots, long black pants so tight that they looked painted on, and a lacy white blouse with its bodice buttoned taut across her wonderful double-D bust.

Kodosky took a deliberate sip from his glass of schnapps. The news he had just heard was most welcome, but it suited his vanity not to appear too eager. "So, Demetrius," he said calmly, "you say that you have captured the Fuchsia Fox -- again?"

"She was trying to mess with one of our operations," Demetrius Van Meter sneered, his arms folded smugly in front of his chest. "I stopped her. That is what you pay me for, isn't it -- to oversee and protect our operations?" He was a handsome Black man, looking almost like a pirate in an open-front, violet shirt with puffy sleeves and black jeans tucked into Wellington boots.

"Don't be oversensitive, my friend," Kodosky said. The loveliest and most powerful superheroine in the Washington D.C. area had been a thorn in their sides for years. The idea of capturing her and selling her body to one of his international slave buyers made his mouth water. But she had been captured before and managed to break free, to everyone's regret. And again, he did not wish to appear too eager. "Show me," he said.

Two henchmen in suits entered through the gallery from the east wing, escorting the Fuchsia Fox in between them. Kodosky swallowed hard, feeling his pulse race just from the mere sight of her. She was stunningly beautiful, with dark brunette hair dancing around her smooth shoulders. Her spectacular young body was dressed in a two-piece purplish-red costume with elbow-length gloves. Kodosky's eyes couldn't help running up and down the superheroine's flawlessly feminine curves, starting with her sexy high heeled ankle boots, moving up her silky, tanned legs to her trim waist sheathed in a tiny miniskirt, her sleek bare midriff and finally her halter top with its famous fox-head chest emblem stretching taut across the subtle swell of her succulent, perky B-cups. The last detail he noticed was the steel handcuffs that bound her wrists.

"What is this?" Kodosky demanded, leaping to his feet in alarm. "You bring her before me with nothing but handcuffs to restrain her?"

"Chill out, Mr. K," Demetrius said, grinning at the scare he had put into his nominal employer. "You trust me, don't you? She's secure enough. I'll let Dr. Yu explain that part."

Kodosky literally had not noticed the Asian-American man wearing a doctor's white coat who had entered along with the Fox.

"Good morning, sir," the doctor said with a slight bow. "I am Harold Yu. I am sure you remember me asking you for a grant to continue research on my Cerebral Adjustment Module." He pointed to the metallic headband which rested securely around the Fox's beautiful forehead.

"Yes, I do," Kodosky said, gulping down the rest of his glass of schnapps. "I remember telling you that we have little need for mind control devices in our line of work. We find that intimidation keeps our girls in line quite nicely. I also remember that you previously worked for Damien Devlin. The fact that Devlin is now in prison gives me some insight into how well your device works."

"That was the Mark One," Dr. Yu said. "As I was telling the young lady, the Mark Two is much more effective. Please allow me a demonstration. For example..." He held out his right hand showing a pair of slim golden bracelets, approximately two inches wide and not more than an eighth of an inch thick. "I took these away from her a few moments ago. I merely commanded her to surrender them, and thanks to the Cerebral Adjustor Mark Two, she obeyed me without hesitation."

Ilsa slid off the arm of the sofa and approached curiously. Her blue eyes looked over the captive Fox's gorgeous young body in a superior, condescending way as she took the bracelets from the doctor. "They're beautiful," the blonde commented.

"You may keep them, dear lady," Dr. Yu said, with another slight bow.

The Fox felt a stab of dismay in her heart. Automatically the young heroine opened her mouth to protest, but stopped herself. Not many people knew that her bracelets of Ishtar were alien artifacts and without them she was essentially powerless. But just lately they had been inexplicably malfunctioning, reducing her superhuman powers to the point that even with them on she had been unable to break out of these simple handcuffs. For the time being, she concluded, it might be just as well not to let on how important they were.

"You have something to say, little girl?" Ilsa asked haughtily, as she slipped the bracelets onto her own wrists. Her blue eyes lingered pointedly on the Fox's tits, so much smaller than her own massive melons.

"Just take good care of them," the Fox said with a proud tilt of her head. "I'm going to want them back when this is all over."

"Watch your tongue, you impudent little slut!" Ilsa snapped, drawing back her hand for a slap across the heroine's face.

"Ladies, please," Kodosky interposed. "I'm sure that we would all enjoy watching your cat fight, but maybe later. It proves nothing, Yu, if the bracelets don't mean much to her."

"Test her yourself, Mr. Kodosky," the scientist said. "Command her to do something and see how she responds. I am certain that you will be satisfied."

The crime boss thought for a moment, looking from the Fox to Dr. Yu, then to Demetrius and back to the Fuchsia Fox. "Come here," he said to her. "On your knees before me."

The metal headband bound to the Fox's forehead seemed to tingle, sending that irritating sensation across her scalp, flowing down her spine all the way to her pert, rounded buttocks. She tried to resist, but her silken legs began to move her forward almost like a robot. The heroine nearly stumbled as she lowered herself to her knees on the hardwood floor, and when she assumed that position, the headband rewarded her with a surge of pleasure straight into her spinning brain.

Kodosky gazed down at the seemingly submissive superheroine. From the expression on his face he looked impressed but not yet entirely convinced. "Ilsa, my darling," he said. "Have you any suggestions how to test the Cerebral Adjustor?"

Ilsa wasted not a second conjuring up a response. "Why yes, I do. Let's see if this little bitch can get her slut on." Grinning, the blonde beauty squatted beside the Fox and spoke directly in the superheroine's left ear, but loudly enough so that everyone in the room could hear: "Give Mr. Kodosky a blow job. A good one."


***


Chapter 2 –


Upon hearing the command, the Fuchsia Fox felt a hot flush of embarrassment wash over her cheeks and along every inch of her skin. She looked up into Kodosky's face, where skepticism had been replaced by an arrogant smirk in anticipation. The stunning superheroine wanted dearly to wipe that smirk off his face by refusing point blank, but she could also feel the irresistible current from the Cerebral Adjustor, taking over her body. She couldn't take her eyes off him as Ilsa glided forward onto her own knees, slowly undoing her lover's belt buckle and unzipping his trousers. Leaving them only held by a single button, she backed away.

"Don't be shy, little girl," the blonde woman sneered. "DO IT!"

The Fox wanted to resist, but somehow, she couldn't. On her knees in front of the crime lord, she wanted to leap up and smack him in the face. But under the influence of the Cerebral Adjustor, instinct seemed to take over her body. The superheroine lowered her eyes to his waist as her hands reached up to unbutton his pants and slide them down to his ankles. His boxers followed, freeing Kodosky's thick, circumcised penis, which sprang upward like a jack in the box right in front of her face. That was when she knew that she truly had no choice.

Her gloved hands reached up and gripped the shaft of Kodosky's member. She felt him twitch, not quite certain of what she intended, but he needn't have worried. Handcuffed and deprived of her power bracelets, the beautiful young heroine was in no position to make any trouble. The sexy girl leaned forward slightly to bring her lips to his man meat, feeling him get hard and rigid as she kissed her way down one side of his torpedo and his testicles, the heat of his cock like a fever as it rubbed against her rosy cheek.

Jennifer knew that she was good at this, even though she very seldom gave fellatio to her own husband, and then only to get him started, never to take him all the way to orgasm because he wouldn't allow her to. With her right hand she started stroking Kodosky's snake, her left hand cupping his balls while she shifted her mouth to the other side of his wang, sucking and kissing. Suddenly he reached forward and grabbed the back of her head, pressing her closer to him.

"Yessss," Kodosky sighed, stimulated by the heavenly feel of female lips on his cock. "That's good..." Demetrius and the two henchmen felt their pulses race as they watched the erotic scene, their own boners getting hard in sympathy.

"Look up at his face, tart," Ilsa commanded suddenly, perhaps feeling a bit jealous of the attention the superheroine was getting. She nudged the Fox to one side and demonstrated, taking Kodosky's one-eyed monster into her mouth and deep-throating him a couple of times, all the while keeping her blue eyes submissively fixed on his. The crime boss gave a groan of pleasure.

"Now you try it," Ilsa said, handing his penis back to the Fox like a sucker, trailing a sticky string of precum. "DO IT!"

Jennifer's body was responding with a curious mixture of arousal and revulsion. She wasn't sure she could do that, but the headband impelled her to obey the direct command by sending feedback directly into the pleasure center of her brain. Timidly she put her mouth to the criminal's knob, gingerly engulfing it. Kodosky surprised her with a thrust of his hips, pushing his rod completely into her mouth while his hand held onto the back of her head. He pushed in and out a couple of times until she got the idea, and then her head continued the bobbing motion of its own volition, her tongue swishing wetly around his meaty schlong while she felt dampness arising in her womanhood like a tide.

"Yeah baby, that's the way to do it," Demetrius said by way of encouragement.

"Look at her chow down on him," whispered one of the henchmen, rubbing his johnson through his pants.

The Fox's cheeks burned with an onrush of shame. Caught up in arousal, she had forgotten that she had an audience of men watching her -- Demetrius Van Meter, two henchmen, and Dr. Yu, who was busy taking notes on his tablet. Not that it made any difference. The headband was sending repeated ripples of ecstasy through her body, making it harder and harder to stop.

Suddenly she felt Kodosky ejaculate. At the first taste of his salty jizz, she had the presence of mind to pull back, grabbing his cock like a waterhose and letting him squirt to one side. Kodosky hardly seemed to care. His eyes were closed as he let out a deep sigh of pleasure. The Fox sagged a little on her knees, her head spinning from the adrenalin rush as if she had been drugged. She was breathing hard and glad that it was all over.

But was it over? Without warning, the powerless superheroine felt two big male hands grab her from behind, hauling her to her feet. "What do ya say, Foxy Baby?" said Demetrius Van Meter practically in her ear. "Ready for round two?"

His hands snaked around her lean, lovely torso, pulling the bottom edge of her halter top up and over her luscious little tits, exposing them both to view as his fingers pinched her hard nipples.

"Nnnnn! No!" the Fox moaned, squirming helplessly in his hands. But without her super strength, and with her hands cuffed, the girl didn't have a chance. Her feet left the floor, dangling, as the man scooped her up and carried her a few feet where he set her face down across a coffee table, squashing her pliant boobs against the cool, transparent polymer surface.

Holding her down with one hand, the villain gave her pert backside a slap with the other. The Fox jerked not only from the sting but from the sheer surprise of it. "Let go of me, Demetrius!" the superheroine blustered, feeling totally defenseless in this position. "I mean it!"

"You're in no position to make demands, Fox Baby," the thug said, as he reached underneath her short little miniskirt and hooked his fingers on the waist of her panties. With one smooth movement, he peeled the garment down her creamy thighs and down her delectable legs. Throwing her panties aside, he gave her naked tail another slap.

Planting his left leg inside hers, he slipped his hand between her legs, holding her thighs apart as two thick fingers glided along the succulent, moistened lips of her bare pussy.

"Oooooooh," the Fox moaned, the sound forced from her throat as Demetrius pushed his thumb into her vulnerable slit, rubbing her juicy love button. Determined to resist in spite of everything, the young heroine kicked her right leg desperately upward and back, but the stronger man caught her leg and simply splayed her gorgeous gams even wider.

"You're a spunky one, Fox," he said. "I like that. I take that as a challenge."

Ilsa was helping Kodosky to button his pants again, both of them grinning along with the two henchmen and Dr. Yu as they all watched Demetrius take the superheroine from behind, his body pressing her down while his rock hard anaconda slid moistly into her dripping coosh.

"Ohgod!" the Fox cried out. Coming from this unexpected angle, his penetration hurt, but in some perverse way the pain only made it more stimulating. Her whole body seemed to be electrified with pleasure, feeling his penis filling her hole, thrusting in and out, his pelvis bumping against her butt. The sexy young heroine struggled to brace herself, but her arms, still handcuffed, were hanging off the end of the coffee table with nothing to grab hold of. She felt her body bucking against his gradually increasing tempo in her eagerness to cum.

In a sudden rush, a geyser of molten heat seemed to erupt inside her as the Fox climaxed, gasping for breath. The humiliation of being powerless to resist was almost forgotten in this nirvana of passion, leaving her feeling totally taken and used.

"Yeah baby, that's what I'm talking about!" Demetrius panted, his seed pumping into her hole and leaking out the edges. He was sweating like a racehorse.

"I can only concede that you were correct, Dr. Yu," Kodosky said, buckling his trousers. "Your device seems to work as you advertised. That was most satisfying."

"Thank you, sir," the scientist said. "If you would care to fund my researches, I have ideas for even more improvements. The peripheral J-cycle, for instance..."

"Now just a moment, doctor," the crime boss said. "I admit that the device has proven useful for this one situation, because a superheroine is an exceptional case. But as I explained to you, the idea of spending money on more of these devices... well, it's not practical. Not when old-fashioned physical restraint works just as well for ninety percent of our girls."

"But sir, that is hardly an elegant solution to the problem of--"

"I run a smuggling organization, doctor. By its very nature, it is not elegant." For a moment he looked down at the thoroughly exhausted Fox. "Speaking of which, that reminds me that I have a few phone calls to make. Cherny, Svoboda -- take the girl back to her room. She should be safe enough there for the time being. Give her something to eat first. We don't want her to starve to death before we can sell her."

The two henchmen in suits each grabbed an arm and picked the Fox up off the floor. Kodosky took hold of the heroine's chin and lifted her face up so that he could see it. "You will make no attempt to escape," he commanded her, "or to entice others to escape! Is that clear?"


***


Chapter 3 –


The two henchmen, Cherny and Svoboda, carried the Fuchsia Fox along the gallery toward the east wing of the house, that last command not to escape ringing in her ears. After only a few steps, the superheroine's stamina reasserted itself and her booted feet found the floor, walking for herself as she pulled her halter top back down and tugged her tiny little miniskirt over her bare coosh.

The three of them passed outdoors through an open breezeway that joined the house to the east wing. Jennifer caught a quick glimpse of a gravel parking lot on one side, a fenced-in, well-maintained lawn on the other, and then they were inside the east wing, which looked basically like a college dormitory. Her guards turned her off the main hallway and into a small cafeteria where about fifteen young women were having breakfast, clustered together in frightened huddles at two long tables while four male guards with stun clubs stood by.

The henchmen sat the Fox down at a smaller table. The wooden bench felt cold against her naked butt cheeks, a humiliating reminder that her panties had not been returned to her. A plate of eggs and bacon, a pieces of toast, and a glass of orange juice were set in front of her.

The Fox suddenly realized that she was ravenously hungry. Jenn didn't often eat eggs because of the cholesterol, but right now that didn't matter. She wolfed her breakfast down as the two guards watched her with grins on their faces. As her hunger was satisfied, the powerless superheroine looked around at the girls. They were of mixed types -- blondes, brunettes, redheads, Black, Caucasian and Latina. The only thing they had in common was their youth. This must be the heart of Kodosky's human trafficking operation, and she, the Fuchsia Fox, was now just like the other girls, nothing but one of his many victims.

The guards looked as if they were waiting for something, and she soon discovered what it was when Demetrius walked into the cafeteria.

"I am Demetrius Van Meter," he announced. "Things are gonna go a lot easier if explain the facts of life to you cunts." The girls looked up fearfully at the big Black man's intimidating presence.

"You are not free citizens anymore," he continued. "Most of you are far away from anyone who knows you or cares about you. Nobody is going to come rescue you. The sooner you get that through your heads, the better it will be. Your only job from now on is to satisfy our customers with your bodies. Do that and it's not a bad life. We keep you healthy, well-dressed and well-fed. Give us any trouble, and we don't mind at all slapping you around. And don’t think for a second that we can’t afford to kill one or two of you if that's what it takes. There's plenty more street meat where you came from."

A ripple of distress ran through the girls as they listened to this. The Fox felt it herself, a wave of despair that hit her right in the gut and made her feel helpless. Some of the girls started to cry.

"Some of you are going to be put up for auction tomorrow night," Demetrius said, his eyes lingering on the Fox for a moment. "Get used to the idea because if I see any wailing or crying then, you're going to get severely punished." He addressed the four guards. "Okay, get them upstairs."

The guards herded the girls out of the cafeteria. Demetrius waited until they were all gone before he sauntered over to the Fox's table. "Fox Baby, you look mad enough to chew me up and spit me out," he said, grinning. Jennifer realized with surprise that her face was fixed in an expression of loathing, and she tried to relax it.

The Black man smirked. "You're not going to make some snarky comment about how we'll never get away with it?"

The Fox realized that he waiting for her to mouth off so that he'd have an excuse to lay into her again. "Maybe later," she said sweetly. "Right now I'm too tired. What happens now?"

"Now we get you settled in," he said, nodding to the two henchmen. The three of them marched the superheroine into the hallway and to a stairwell going up. They let her go first so that they could get a look at her bare tush under that flirty little miniskirt of hers, as she climbed the stairs. Jennifer felt a hot blush on her cheeks, knowing she was being lustfully gawked at, but there was nothing to be done about it.

The second floor was divided into twelve small rooms with a communal bathroom in the middle. The other girls where being settled into rooms, double or even triple occupancy. But the Fox was taken back to the single room she had originally awakened in.

"I'm going to lock you in," Demetrius said with a sneer. "If you need to go to the bathroom, knock on the door and ask someone to escort you."

The helpless superheroine felt that flush on her cheeks again. "What about these handcuffs?" she asked, holding out her wrists and trying not to sound pathetic.

"Not just yet, Foxy," he smirked. "You be a good girl and maybe later on." He reached under the Fox's skirt and gave her naked butt a slap, then left her.

As the door bolt slid shut with horribly finality, Jenn felt an onrush of emotions. Tears suddenly welled up her eyes as she realized how hard she had been holding this back, trying to put on a brave face. The beautiful young superheroine sat down on the bed, struggling not to give in to it. She wanted Martin, she wanted his strong arms around her, holding her. But she had never felt so far away from him.


***


At noon, the girls were escorted down to the cafeteria for a bland lunch. The male guards were all staring at the Fox, exchanging whispers among themselves. Jennifer had no doubt that the story of her going down on Kodosky and then getting taken by Demetrius was being spread by the two henchmen who had witnessed her humiliation. She had to use the bathroom with a guard watching her. Then it was back to her little room until dinner time.

The Fox sat on the bed in a lotus position, closing her eyes and breathing deeply as she tried to concentrate. She had already tried to remove the Cerebral Adjustor headband, but it was locked tight around her skull -- not tightly enough to hurt but tight enough to stay. Her fingers could barely get a grip on the thin edge of the metal, but couldn't apply enough strength to budge it.

The first thing she tried to do was summon her panties back to her. It had crossed her mind that if she could trigger the exchange between her costume and her street clothes back in her apartment, it might be possible to send some kind of message to Martin. The drawback was that she had no earthly idea where she was, having been brought here while she was drugged and out of it. In any case, it didn't work. She needed her bracelets to do that.

The heroine next tried to focus on the mental rapport she had with her bracelets of Ishtar. As long as she still had her costume on, that connection was still intact. It was part of the reason she had allowed them to be taken so readily, knowing that she could summon them back to her. Tantalizingly she could feel the bracelets in her mind, but it was as if they were just beyond the reach of her fingertips. She concentrated harder, but it was no use. Ilsa must be wearing them, and as the bracelets were being worn by another, the Fox couldn't summon them away, back to her.

After dinner, the girls were given clean towels, soap and fresh underthings so that they could shower. Demetrius was there at the doorway of the communal shower room to unlock the Fox's handcuffs.

"I know you're worried to death about that headband shorting out," he said with a sneer. "But Dr. Yu says it's completely waterproof. Do you want me to hold your clothes for you?"

"I can manage, thanks," the heroine said stiffly. There was no way she was going to take off her costume in this situation; she would just have to shower with it on. Fortunately, the Zumerian miracle fabric was remarkably tough and resilient. She did take off her ankle boots and gloves, though.

The other fifteen girls, wearing towels or less, tended to shy away from the Fox in the shower room. Jennifer could hear them whispering about her as they gave her costume the eye, some even bordering on hostile. One of the Black girls glared in passing, murmuring "Who does she think she is?" in an undertone that she apparently wanted to be overheard. The heroine didn't bother to respond. She could understand their attitude. They were allowed to mix freely with one another when they weren't servicing customers or being browbeaten by the guards. The Fox in contrast was kept away from them, locked in her own private room, only seen at mealtimes and even then, remaining handcuffed. She supposed it was natural for them to wonder why she was given this special treatment, or if she were really dangerous to their captors.

Jenn stepped into the shower, feeling the refreshing water pour over her abused body, soothing away the tension in her muscles. The Fox soaped herself up, enjoying the sensual feel of the slippery lather on her smooth shoulders, her arms, her lean torso, and in between her creamy thighs, running in a soapy cascade down her alluring legs. In spite of Demetrius' assurance, she half hoped that the water would do some damage to the Cerebral Adjustor as she washed her hair, but alas there was no sign of it.

As she began to relax more, the heroine carefully undid her halter top so that she could spread lather over her tender boobs, feeling a surge of pleasure as her nipples responded to her touch. She found that she had to remove her garments after all, being careful to keep them within reach and to stay facing the tiled wall. Out the corner of her eye, she could see four guards crowding the doorway of the shower room, staring at her naked tush with awe and biting their lips with every tantalizing glimpse of her bare flesh. What is this, high school? she thought. The situation would almost have been funny if it weren't so deadly serious.

Then, as the fifteen girls began to finish their showers and towel off, the guards had to retreat back into the hallway so they wouldn't jam up the exit. Jenn slipped back into her costume and grabbed a towel, getting a pair of pink nylon panties from the bin. Suddenly she found herself face to face with a dark-haired young Latina staring solemnly at her. She looked only about eighteen years old at most, her sweet young C-cups gently jiggling as she dried herself off.

"Are you... Are you really the Fuchsia Fox?" the girl asked timidly.

The Fox tried to smile. "That's what it says on my superhero learner's permit."

"I am Tonia," the girl said. "My friends and I are from Mexico City." She hesitated, and then words started pouring out like a flood. "I just turned eighteen. We're all freshman nursing students at the university. We went out to the night club to celebrate passing our mid-terms, and we met this cute boy, Ramon. He invited us to a party he knew. He gave us something to drink and... and..." She broke off, tears welling up helplessly in her dark eyes.

"Hey, it's alright," Jennifer whispered, reaching out to hug the girl, clutching her smooth, nude body in her embrace. "Don't cry. It wasn't your fault. Sometimes you just run into bad people, no matter what you do." Don't I know it! she thought.

"Some of the girls are saying," Tonia whimpered, "that the scary Black man is right. We have to accept our fate. We can't fight against grown men. If we do as they say, maybe it won't be so bad. Maybe?"

"You can't fight men who are stronger than you are," the Fox said, soothingly stroking the teen's hair. "That will only get you hurt. But that doesn't mean you give up hope."

Tonia looked up at the Cerebral Adjustor. "Does that thing hurt you?" she asked. "Is that what makes you powerless, so that you cannot help us?"

The superheroine paused, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. What could she say? "Something like that," she said lamely. But she couldn't let it go at that. Jenn couldn't allow this poor girl to sink further into despair. "Listen to me. I've been in situations like this before. Trust me. We are getting out of this. Somehow I'll find a way to rescue us all."

She held the girl's head to her shoulder, cuddling her and stroking her hair, while she wondered who she was trying to reassure, Tonia or herself.


***


Chapter 4 –


During the second day of her captivity, the Fuchsia Fox paid attention to the details of how the complex was run. There only seemed to be nine or ten guards, usually four on duty at any given time. They were all armed with pistols and electric shock prods, but at least on that day she never saw one drawn from its sheath. Mainly they relied on intimidation to keep their young and inexperienced prisoners in line.

The ground floor of the dormitory had a bar/lounge and ten bedrooms with double beds. This was the day-to-day "working floor", where the novices learned how to service men -- although to hear the guards talk, the real fun was on weekends when the choicest girls were taken for sex parties in the living room of the main house.

Demetrius had put the handcuffs back on her immediately after her shower, repeating Kodosky's command to make no attempt to escape during the night. The Fox was still wearing them the next evening after dinner, sitting in a lotus position on her bed and trying to concentrate on her bracelets, when a man unlocked the door of her room.

"Rise and shine, Fox Baby!" Demetrius said. "I know that all this excitement is wearing you to a frazzle, but you'll have the chance to rest pretty soon. We're going for a little walk."

He was carrying two sets of shiny metal chains. As the superheroine got to her feet, the two henchmen in suits, Cherny and Svoboda, locked a set of shackles around her exquisite ankles, allowing her to walk but restricting her ability to run. They put a similar pair of shackles on her wrists, removing the relatively flimsy handcuffs. Then they clamped yet another chain around her swanlike neck like a leash.

"This is mainly for show," Demetrius said, "to reassure the guests." He leaned close to look directly into her eyes. "You will make no attempt to escape, clear?"

The Fox nodded dejectedly. They still believed that she had all her powers and were relying on the Cerebral Adjustor to keep her powers in check. That might be useful to know, although right now she couldn't imagine how.

It was awkward managing the stairs in those shackles, but soon the four of them were crossing the breezeway to the main house. It was dark outside, and the parking lot was full of cars, not to mention four armed sentries. In the living room where the Fox had first been brought to see Kodosky, she was not entirely surprised to find a cocktail party going on. Eight men wearing expensive tailored suits were being served champagne and hors d'oeuvres by eight girls from the dormitory, their nubile young bodies wearing white lace panties, white lace gloves, black bow ties and black high heels -- and nothing else at all. These girls weren't novices; they were smiling invitingly and generally trying to be as pleasant as they could.

The gallery along the south side of the living room was divided into three six-foot wide archways by two thick wooden posts. Demetrius gave a jerk on the Fox's chain leash, and the stunning super lady meekly let herself be led to the center archway. There Cherny and Svoboda unbound the chains of her wrist shackles and looped the ends around those posts, chaining the Fox between them with her slender arms stretched out to either side.

Demetrius let the leash chain hang down in between the supple hills of the Fox's pliant coconuts, then looped it around her lean body and hooked it, making a sort of loose chain halter. Standing behind the helpless heroine, his big hand rested on the smooth curve of her rounded little tush.

"Make me look good," he whispered into her ear. "Struggle a little bit."

The Fox glared. "I wouldn't do a thing to make you look--" she began, but just then his fingers, hidden from view, slipped under the edge of her miniskirt, pushed aside her panties and probed deep into her juicy, vulnerable coosh. The Fox jumped involuntarily with a gasp of feminine outrage, jangling the chain as her useless struggles pulled it taut. The guests, who had been eagerly watching the chaining operation, laughed appreciatively as a sullen blush appeared on the superheroine's cheeks.

"Thank you for attending tonight, my friends!" said Kodosky, once more dressed in his black Gestapo uniform. "As you can see, I was not exaggerating when I said that I had a special treat for you. The Fuchsia Fox herself!"

Ilsa was hanging onto his arm, looking gorgeous in a clingy white dress with a deeply plunging halter-style neckline accenting her double D bust to perfection. The full skirt fell to about mid-calf, but slits in front and back left most of her long legs exposed when she moved, clad in knee high white boots. White elbow length gloves made the gold bracelets of Ishtar stand out on her wrists. The Fox realized that her choice of attire was almost a parody of her own fuchsia costume. Ilsa was still rubbing Fox’s nose in her defeat any way she could think of.

"We will have sealed bids for her later on," Kodosky was saying. "I do business with many men all over the world, but let me say that you four -- Mr. Kagimoto from Yokohama, Mr. Hassan from Istanbul, Mr. Spinelli from New York, and Mr. Crowell from Las Vegas -- you four I regard as true connoisseurs of the female form, which is the reason I immediately thought of you when this exquisite prize fell into my possession."

The Fox tugged uneasily at her chains, not feeling at all flattered. Each of the four men had a wicked, perverted gleam in his eyes as they turned from the scantily clad waitresses to ogle her. Clearly, they were all gangsters in their respective cities. The four men who were not named were apparently their bodyguards and looked just as evil. Heaven help any girl who ended up in their clutches.

"I was wondering," said Hassan, who was fat and oily-looking, "why I do not see a representative from our ORCUS friends? I believe Mr. Spivak did a lot of business with them at one time."

Kagimoto's lean face looked as cold as the blade of a samurai sword as he said, "I hear that ORCUS is having a cash flow problem at the moment."

"All the better for us," laughed Spinelli, who was an older man between sixty and seventy years of age.

Crowell, the hoodlum from Las Vegas, seemed much younger than the others, in his late twenties or early thirties. He looked very much as his name suggested -- shiny black hair, a hook nose that reminded you of a crow's beak, and a mouth that seemed stuck in a perpetual grin. "She seems docile," he said, walking right up to the Fox with his slimy eyes roaming over her captive body. "You don't have her drugged, do you? I don't like to drug my girls."

"I agree completely," Kodosky said. "The headband is what keeps her that way."

Crowell walked behind the beautiful superheroine and slapped her delicious rump like a farmer looking over a heifer. "I hope you like anal, bitch," he said. "When you belong to me, that's what you're going to get, every night."

The other three "connoisseurs" crowded around the Fox, touching her body, caressing her smooth flesh. The fat one pulled up her halter top to expose her sweet, tender boobs, her nipples peaked with embarrassment more than with arousal. Jennifer's silken skin crawled at the sensation of being groped and fondled this way, but with the chains holding her on display and helpless, there was nothing she could do but stand there and take it.

"But come, my friends," Kodosky said, after what seemed like an eternity of this. "We have other business to attend to."

The other business was clearly the auctioning off of some of the new girls. Ten of them were marched into the living room wearing skimpy lingerie. Jennifer felt a stab of distress when she saw that Tonia was one of them, wearing a pale blue bra and panty set!

The Fox couldn't really follow everything that happened next. More champagne was passed around and the auction quickly degenerated into an orgy as the four gangsters demanded sex, oral at first and then as they heated up, taking the girls cowgirl style on the sofa. Even their bodyguards joined in. The waitresses were eager to oblige, no doubt hoping to get bought into a private harem where their lives would be easier. The newer girls were much less enthusiastic, but had no choice but to comply. In any case, the strain of standing for hours with her arms stretched out between the pillars, forced to watch the orgiastic delights in front of her was beginning to tell on the alluring superheroine.

Eventually Kodosky got everyone's attention again. "Let us retire into the drawing room for a glass of Cognac," he said, "where you can give me your sealed bids for the Fuchsia Fox." All nine of them trouped out of the room, Demetrius tagging along with them. Ilsa seemed to have disappeared already. Four guards came in and herded the girls back to their dormitory wing, leaving the Fox all alone in the living room with the two henchmen detailed to guard her.

"You're really pretty, bitch," said Svoboda, his eyes focusing on the superheroine's sweet, tempting pair of tits. His voice sounded a little slurred. Obviously both of her guards had gotten hold of some champagne during the evening.

Cherny took a deep swig from a nearly empty bottle. "I gotta take a piss," he said. "Watch her." He staggered down the hall looking for a restroom.

Svoboda looked back and forth as if checking to see that no one was watching. "Hey, do you want to get down?" he asked, reaching out and cupping the Fox's soft, pliable breasts. Her nipples immediately hardened with unwanted arousal at being manhandled.

"Mmmmm, I thought you'd never ask," Jenn purred, surprisingly, rubbing herself seductively against him. Having been forced to just stand there and watch all evening, her succulent young body felt amorous and sex-starved. "Please! Undo my hands! I want to suck your big, meaty rod!"

The henchman produced the key to the shackles. He might be a little hammered, but he wasn't so far gone that he was stupid. "You will make no attempt to escape," he ordered her. "Is that clear?"

"It's clear," the heroine gasped urgently. "Please hurry. I don't know how long I can hold it!"

His fingers trembled as he undid the shackles on her right wrist and let the chain drop to the floor. He turned and did the same with her left wrist. And then he suddenly felt the cool metal of her chain leash snake around his throat.

"I just thought you'd like to know, snookums," the superheroine whispered in his ear as she tightened the chain to a strangle hold by putting her weight on it. "Telling me NOT to do something doesn't seem to trigger the Adjustor."

The Fox let his unconscious body drop to the floor and used his key to undo the rest of her shackles. Swiftly and silently, she ran through the gallery and found herself in the foyer, with the grand staircase to her left and the library to her right. If she could only get to a phone, Martin would have the whole U.S. Army here before you could say--

"Where do you think you're going?" said a stern female voice. Ilsa was swaggering haughtily down the grand staircase!


***


Chapter 5 –


The Fuchsia Fox gathered her courage, hoping that the blonde could be bluffed. "I don't have time for you right now, Ilsa," the sassy super lady said, planting her hands on her hips. "As you can see, I'm not chained anymore. So why don't you be a good little floozy and hand me back my bracelets before I get angry?"

A big grin spread over Ilsa's face. "But you still have the Cerebral Adjustor on, Fox. Stand right where you are and don't move!"

The Fox gasped in shock as that familiar tingling sensation spread from the headband all through her lissome frame, locking her muscles in place! Unable to move, the heroine stood frozen as Ilsa hurried down the stairs, her full skirt swirling behind her elegant legs.

"You're such a stupid little bimbo," the blonde Amazon smirked, "I'm glad I get the chance to put you in your place before your new master claims you."

Her right knee rose up, smacking the defenseless Fox in her stomach. Jennifer doubled over, seeing stars and catching another knee in her lovely chest. Ilsa's elbow drove downward right between her shoulder blades, sending the slim brunette girl sprawling on the parquet floor of the entryway. Still the blonde kept attacking, her white boots kicking at her helpless victim again and again.

Suddenly the Fox's glove-sheathed hand caught Ilsa, intercepting the next kick. It seemed that the conflict between obedience and self-preservation had cancelled the Adjustor. She was free to move again!

Jennifer sprang to her feet. Ilsa grinned, unfastening the long skirt of her dress and gracefully tossing the restricting garment aside. She was dressed in just a skin-tight white halter style leotard with a deep vee down the front of her marvelous cleavage.

The two sexy young women circled one another, exchanging a flurry of punches and kicks which both managed to block. The Fox lunged forward and grappled, attempting to pin Ilsa's arms. As they wrestled, Jennifer's hands slipped off the blonde's silken body, her fingers catching the sides of her leotard and plucking the stretchable spandex from her spectacular double-D globes, exposing her nipples and aureoles to view.

"You skank!" Ilsa gasped, bashing the heroine with a forearm to the side of her head. The blow dazed the Fox, causing her to stagger to one knee as her attacker snaked both arms around her sleek, sylph-like torso, yanking her to her feet again and immediately executing a piledriver which brought the brunette's lissome body down hard on the stairs. Ilsa dropped on top of her, but the Fox managed to twist out from under her at the last second, retreating across the foyer while she caught her breath.

"Don't run away from me, bitch!" Ilsa sneered, chasing after her.

Dashing into the library, the Fox turned to face her adversary. She spun around with a graceful roundhouse kick which Ilsa ducked, catching the Fox’s ankle and throwing her down on the Persian rug. The blonde Amazon dived on top of her, catching her slender torso in a bear hug and squeezing.

"This is where it gets fun," Ilsa taunted. As the Fox struggled to break out of her hold, she felt the blonde's fingers groping at the fasteners on the back of her halter top. First the rear fastener popped undone, then the one at her nape. The heroine finally twisted out of the bear hug, losing her top in the process as Ilsa grabbed her wrists and spread her arms wide, grinning at the sight of her two jiggling little coconuts, bared in all their glory.

Both goddesses were on their knees on the soft rug, skin to skin and breast to naked breast, their flawless, heavenly bodies touching and entwining sensually as they wrestled. They were both breathing hard and perspiring from their exertions. Ilsa, being a little bigger, soon got the upper hand, pushing Jennifer onto her back and sprawling on top of the smaller girl, rubbing her huge hooters in the brunette babe's face.

"Go ahead, put your mouth on them," Ilsa dared her. "Taste them. You know you want to!"

"N-no... please..." the Fox begged, squirming underneath Ilsa with one gigantic orb squashed to her face, its peaked nipple thrust erotically against her trembling lips. The blonde girl's left hand was groping in between the trapped heroine's thighs, feeling for her moist snatch. Jenn's youthful body seemed to be tingling with arousal, and it had nothing to do with the Cerebral Adjustor.

Desperately the Fox thrust her arms upward, grabbing Ilsa's slender shoulders to push her away. At the same time her right foot lashed out, coming into contact with an armchair. She kicked it again, hooking her toes under the front leg and pulling. The chair wobbled, then toppled over on top of them. It was more of a nuisance than an attack, but it was the distraction the heroine needed to slither out from under Ilsa.

The blonde Amazon snatched up the chair and swung it. The Fox ducked, grabbing the front of Ilsa's leotard and flipping the larger woman over her. Together the two girls rolled across the rug in a clench and came upright again with the heroine behind her opponent, her forearm locked tightly around the blonde's throat.

Ilsa struggled, her big boobs bouncing. "S-stop..." she gasped, trying to take advantage of the Cerebral Adjustor once again. The Fox gasped in alarm, desperately tightening her choke hold to smother the fatal words. For a couple of frantic minutes it was touch and go, then the blonde sagged to the floor, unconscious.

Jennifer wasted no time in wiggling back into her halter top, clasping the fasteners in place. The moment she did, she heard footsteps from the direction of the foyer. It was Tonia, still wearing the sexy, pale blue lingerie from the auction.

"What are you doing here?" the Fox asked, her heart thumping in her chest.

"I slipped away from the guards," the Latina said. "I thought I might be able to help you."

"I appreciate the thought," the heroine said. "Tell you what -- across the foyer is the staircase. The bedrooms are up there. Find a phone, call 9-1-1 and tell them we have an emergency here, to send the police."

Tonia looked a little pale. "Won't they put me in jail, because I'm illegal?"

"You were brought to this country against your will. They won't put you in jail for that."

"Can you come with me?" the teen asked. "I'm frightened."

"I'd love to, but I'm going to be busy buying you some time. Please, will you do this for me?"

Tonia seemed to steel herself. "I'll... I'll try."

As the girl scurried off on her errand, the Fox quickly took her bracelets of Ishtar back from Ilsa. The spunky superheroine slipped the golden artifacts onto her wrists while she was already hurrying through the far door of the library into the dining room, from there into the kitchen, and then emerging full circle back in the living room ... where Kodosky, the eight gangsters, and Demetrius were all just returning from the drawing room, having finished their business.

"Oh f--" the Fox hissed. She didn't normally use strong language, but she had to admit that this one time she was tempted.

The four bodyguards, seeing the Fuchsia Fox free and unchained, drew automatic pistols from their shoulder holsters and aimed them at her. Demetrius put his hands on his hips, smiling with supreme satisfaction at the idea of trouncing the sexy superheroine, yet again.

The Fox glanced longingly at the French doors to her left, opening out onto the terrace. Now that she had her bracelets and her powers back, it would be so easy to crash through those doors and take to the sky. On a dark night, there was every reason to believe that she could escape. But to just turn tail and run, leaving Tonia and the others to their fate? That was not the way superheroines roll.

"Alright boys," she said boldly, clicking the clasps of her bracelets in place. "Which one of you sorry excuses for bad guys wants to get beaten up first?"


***


Chapter 6 –


The four bodyguards hesitated to open fire, recognizing that the Fuchsia Fox was a valuable commodity, a realization seconded by Crowell. "Don't you dare shoot her, you fools! I just paid a million dollars for her body!"

Demetrius sauntered forward. "I'll handle this, fellows," he said smugly. "Foxy Babe, get ready to get plowed again."

He thrust out his right arm. A retractable metal tentacle shot out of its hidden sheath under the sleeve of his puffy purple shirt, reaching for the delectable superheroine. The Fox ducked, doing a tumbling roll to the left as she snatched up a 7th century Greek vase and hurled it at him. Demetrius threw up his left arm to smash the pottery as it hit him.

"Stop her, you idiot!" Kodosky cried. "That vase cost me ten thousand dollars!"

The Fox knew that even with her bracelets on, her currently diminished strength level was likely no match for Demetrius. The best she could do was keep him busy until the police arrived -- that is, assuming that Tonia had managed to find a phone.

As the groping metal tentacle swept in her direction, the spunky super babe cartwheeled over it, bouncing off the sofa with an aerial somersault which brought both her feet smack into Demetrius' hunky chest, knocking him backward into an antique china cabinet with a crash. As the Fox landed in a crouch, the tentacle caught her, snaking around her lissome waist but just missing pinning her arms to her sides.

"I gotcha now, babe," the villain smirked. "You want it from behind again? Or how about I do you cowgirl style this time, with your little tits jiggling while you ride my pole?"

The Fox struggled, squirming within the serpentine coil. His left-hand tentacle reached toward her, its tip slipping under the edge of her halter top, starting to tug it upward. The heroine kicked it away with her boot, flipping over backward and propelling herself away from him. Demetrius wasn't prepared for the sudden maneuver and overcompensated as he hauled her back. The heroine overshot and smacked into the wall above the fireplace, dislodging the framed display of the Gestapo banner!

"NO!" Kodosky screamed as the whole thing fell with a crash across Demetrius' broad shoulders, forcing him to let go with his tentacle.

"Now you've done it!" Demetrius hissed, shoving the wreckage aside. "You've made me mad!" Suddenly his eyes narrowed as he realized that the cocky superheroine was still wearing the Cerebral Adjustor on her head! It was dirty pool, but she was making him look like a chump!

"Stop resisting, Fox!" he commanded her. "Surrender to me, on your knees."

Once again Jennifer felt that tingling sensation emanating from the mind control headband, taking over her alluring body and forcing her to comply. No! It couldn't end this way! The stunning girl closed her eyes in concentration, fighting to resist the influence and falling back upon a plea she hadn't made in years. "Ishtar, give me strength!"

At the name "Ishtar", the bracelets suddenly flared with a brilliant cocoon of energy which completely engulfed her delicious young body. The headband fell to the floor as a twisted circle of charred metal. "WHOO!" Jennifer gasped, feeling dazzled by the sensation of renewed power flowing through her luscious limbs.

Demetrius struck with both tentacles at once. The Fox managed to catch both of them in her hands, holding them at bay. She gave a mighty jerk, snatching him toward her while simultaneously spinning forward, plowing her forearm into his chest. The villain staggered back, dazed and breathless as the sexy superheroine kept up the pressure with a flurry of punches and kicks, forcing him backwards until with a final blow she sent him crashing through the French doors and out onto the terrace.

The bodyguards opened fire, the multiple high caliber bullets from their pistols being literally absorbed by the Fox's invisible force shield. She had never felt this powerful before! The girl had no idea where all this power was coming from, but she sensed that it wouldn't last long at this level. She charged into the brawny men like a whirlwind. Kick, punch, flip, duck, punch. Faster than the men could follow let alone lay a hand on her, she pummeled them into unconsciousness.

Kodosky and the other four crime lords took the opportunity to run out through the French doors. The Fox followed, striding past Demetrius, who was laid out cold beside the pool. They ran along a staircase toward the parking lot, where eight of the mansion's guards were waiting. The superheroine easily tore through them as well, slamming them to the ground one after the other.

By this time that rush of power was fading. The Fox felt herself going back to her normal power level, before any of this had happened. The effect was like coming down from an orgasm, invigorating but a little bit exhausting.

Kodosky, backed up against a Mercedes in the parking lot with the other four, drew his Luger and held the pistol aimed at the beautiful young superheroine's succulent rack with shaking hands, knowing in his heart that pulling the trigger would be futile. At the same time, he couldn't bring himself to plead for mercy, not to a mere girl!

"Well, what's it going to be, boys?" the Fox said, planting her hands on her trim hips.

Just then, they all became aware of a set of flashing blue lights approaching up the driveway, but with no siren accompanying it. The Fox arched one flawless, arrogant eyebrow as the police car pulled up to where they were all standing. Tonia came running out of the house, tripping lightly down the steps on bare feet and stopping beside the superheroine with a triumphant grin.

After a short pause an officer got out of the police car, adjusting his weapon belt as he walked toward them. He had a microphone clipped to the collar of his uniform, leading to a radio on his belt, and an earpiece showed in his ear. "What seems to be the trouble here?" he asked.

"Officer, I'm the Fuchsia Fox," Jennifer said haughtily. "This house is the center of a human trafficking operation. There are at least twenty-five girls being held captive in there."

"Do tell?" the officer said, taking a few more random steps forward.

The superheroine frowned a little in exasperation at his cavalier attitude. "I don't mean to tell you your job, officer, but hadn't you better call for back up?"

The officer gave the gorgeous girl a steady stare as he clicked on his radio mike. "This is unit 14 out at the Knotts Place," he drawled. "False alarm, Base. I don't know... probably some kid making a prank call." With his other hand, he quick-snatched his .357 Magnum from its holster and stuck the cold barrel right up against the side of Tonia's neck. The Fox gasped in surprise, her arrogant smirk wiped off her face by the bewildering turn of events.

"I'll do that, Base," the officer said, listening to his earpiece. "See you in a bit." He clicked off the radio mike and with his now free hand he grabbed the back of Tonia's bra and drew the scantily dressed teen closer to him as a shield. "Now you just take it easy, Fuchsia Fox," he grinned. "You may be as good as they say on television, but if you try anything, this girl will get hurt."

"Good work, Connors," said Kodosky, breaking into a smile. "You've certainly earned your pay for this month. I knew it would be a good idea to have a policeman or two in my employ."

"Nothing to it, boss. What do we do with the cocky little bitch in spandex?"

Kodosky slid the slim barrel of his Luger alongside the Fox's swanlike neck. "The bitch in spandex is going to have a lesson taught to her," he said. "She's going to start by taking off everything. Bracelets, costume, boots -- I want it all. And then she's going to be chained up like she's never been chained up before. And this time we'll keep her drugged so that she doesn't get any ideas."

"I'll go along with that," said Crowell, as the other three bosses mumbled their agreement.

The superheroine felt a rush of heat spreading over her satiny skin, while her heart pounded like a drum in between her pert breasts. What could she do? As long as they held a gun to Tonia's head, she was helpless! She had to submit to whatever they demanded of her!

"Come on, bitch," gloated Crowell through his grin, "start taking it off!"

Suddenly spotlights snapped on, illuminating the entire yard from above as the dull throbbing sound of helicopter engines made itself known. The six criminals looked wildly up at the sky as three Night Ranger helicopters seemed to appear from out of nowhere, hovering over the compound as an amplified voice said, "THIS IS THE F.B.I.! YOU ARE SURROUNDED! DROP YOUR WEAPONS AND SURRENDER!"

Instinctively both Kodosky and the policeman shifted their guns toward the new threat. In that same split-second, the Fox acted, her gloved hands darting out to either side and grabbing hold of both guns, wrenching them away from their owners. A spin and a kick plowed into the police officer's midsection, sending him crumpling to the ground. Kodosky backed off, raising his hands in a show of resignation.

The helicopters landed, disgorging a dozen FBI agents who spread out over the grounds. Tonia was frightened, moving her barely dressed body up close to the Fox's body for protection. The heroine put her hands on the teen's shoulders to steady her. "It's alright, we're safe now," the brunette said, searching the uniformed figures as though looking for someone.

The Fox suddenly seemed to get weak in the knees. Tonia was immediately aware of a warm flush of sexual arousal racing through the stunning super lady’s silken flesh. The teen caught the sudden glow in the Fox's cheeks and followed the fixed gaze of her beautiful brown eyes to the lean, rugged-looking man who was approaching them.

"Captain Fletcher!" the Fox whispered breathlessly with a captivating smile on her lips. Tonia couldn't help smiling herself, recognizing the look of love between the superheroine and the man, the undertone of moist feminine desire for him beneath the surface of her voice.

"Angel!" the man gushed, pulling up short. Tonia pursed her lips, satisfied that if not for her presence, Captain Fletcher would be taking the Fox in his arms and kissing her with passion. The sexual heat rising between the two of them was palpable, but with all the government agents running around and taking Kodosky and his friends into custody, it was Tonia's own little secret.


***


Epilogue –


"How did you ever find us?" Jennifer asked Martin, once the two of them were safely back home on the balcony of their apartment, looking east toward the Potomac River with the breeze stirring her hair and the fabric of her loosely draped bathrobe.

"The FBI happened to have a wiretap on Spinelli's phone," Martin said, with his arms wrapped around his wife's slim waist. "One of the Pentagon's web crawlers picked up the report of a call he got yesterday inviting him to certain auction."

Jennifer took a drink of wine to cover her blushes, reminded again of how helpless she had been. "But even so..." she began.

"I talked to Hardcastle," Martin said. "At first he discounted it, but then Defense Intelligence picked up a rumor that Hassan had come into the Baltimore airport. He doesn't travel to America unless the auction is something big. So we put a tail on him and that led us to Kodosky."

The beautiful brunette sighed. "It all sounds so flimsy when you explain it."

Martin kissed her smooth, bare shoulder, exposed by the loose neckline of her robe. "Flimsy or not, it worked out."

"None too soon, either," Jennifer said. "So Tonia and the girls are on their way back home. And the FBI rounded up Kodosky, Hassan, Kagimoto, Spinelli, and Crowell."

"Kodosky for sure," Martin said. "But apparently no money had changed hands yet, so the other four will probably be dealt down to minor offenses for lack of evidence. And I'm sorry, but Demetrius managed to get away."

"I thought he was out cold," the brunette sighed, "but I was too busy at the time to make certain he was secured."

"From the way you described the battle, it sounds like your bracelets are back to full power."

"Oh yeah," Jenn said. "Thanks to Ilsa. You know that the bracelets absorb and focus cosmic energy, right? And you remember the dirty nuclear bomb that Magruder detonated last week? Well the NASA report stated that only traces of cobalt and cesium had been found in the fallout. I wondered what happened to the heavier elements. The answer is obvious when you think about it. The bracelets absorbed all that."

"All that?" Martin echoed. "Are you serious?"

"Since they weren't intended to absorb heavier elements, it took time to assimilate them. So, the harder I tried to get them to work, the more they jammed up."

"Like a flooded engine," Martin suggested.

"All it took was forty-eight hours with the bracelets in the possession of somebody who didn't have a clue what they were. Then they rebooted just fine." Jenn took another drink of wine. "I wonder if there's some way I can thank Ilsa for stealing them from me."

"Well, I could think of a saucy thing or two, but forget about her," Martin said amorously. "How are you going to thank me for rescuing you?"

"I've been thinking about that," Jenn said coyly. She set her empty wine glass down on the parapet of the balcony and turned to face him. The alluring brunette opened her bathrobe, showing her tender young body, absolutely naked.

"Mmmmmmmm," Martin groaned, slipping his arm around her waist and pulling her toward him.


>>>the end>>>>>

[GeekyPornCritic]

Bravo! Part 2 is more exciting than Part 1. How is Fuchsia Fox going to escape out of this situation? Part 2 is filled with sexual peril, slavery, and helplessness. Lisa wearing a parody of Fox's costume was humiliating. Then, Fox's plan to escape almost failed in the most unexpected manner. I had a feeling the cop was paid off after he came alone and refused to call for backup.

If you ever sold these stories on Smashswords or Amazon, then I would buy them. You are a great writer and know how to keep the readers coming back for more.

I have one question. How is Fox unaffected by the Adjustor when people tell her NOT to do something? Svoboda's orders to not attempt an escape was ineffective because the Adjustor was unable to pleasure her by obeying a command.

However, Lisa ordered Fox to stand where she is and NOT move. I understand Fox standing in place. Why wasn't she able to move her arms and upper body? The commend to NOT move would be unable to trigger the Adjustor without pleasure being applied. Did I miss something?

[krispin21]

I always love your stories but that's, of course, my cup of tea.
Ilsa is a perfect villainess and i love when she fights vs our slim heroine, weak without her powers.
Itìs great when the blond amazon dominates the good girl with her larger body and her bigger chest.
Thanks. May be you like my suggestion too.

[flirty_but_nice]

Bravo! Part 2 is more exciting than Part 1. How is Fuchsia Fox going to escape out of this situation? Part 2 is filled with sexual peril, slavery, and helplessness. Lisa wearing a parody of Fox's costume was humiliating. Then, Fox's plan to escape almost failed in the most unexpected manner. I had a feeling the cop was paid off after he came alone and refused to call for backup.

If you ever sold these stories on Smashswords or Amazon, then I would buy them. You are a great writer and know how to keep the readers coming back for more.

I have one question. How is Fox unaffected by the Adjustor when people tell her NOT to do something? Svoboda's orders to not attempt an escape was ineffective because the Adjustor was unable to pleasure her by obeying a command.

However, Lisa ordered Fox to stand where she is and NOT move. I understand Fox standing in place. Why wasn't she able to move her arms and upper body? The commend to NOT move would be unable to trigger the Adjustor without pleasure being applied. Did I miss something?

Hey GPC, here's Centurion's reply …

"I don't think you missed anything. I was going for "Stand where you are" as a positive command which would be obeyed, interpreting it broadly to mean, "stand just as you are". As it turns out, it didn't matter much because once she was attacked herinstinct for self-preservation over rode the command anyway.

Centurion"

[flirty_but_nice]

And from me, thank you both for your wonderful feedback! The fuel that keep Centurion writing and me contributing.

[dodosony]

It is no doubt that this a perfect combination which blends opportune mount of superheroine in peril (SHIP) elements such as de-power, defeat, humiliate, and dominate in one place. That is to say, readers are able to see their lovely protagonist fall into big trouble in the first row-- just like they are one of hoodlum in the room. Centurion had a magic power in his story that made the audience immerse themselves into the plots rather than merely read it on screen. There are variable verbs, and they are following with subtle adjectives that made readers' imagination run wild. Thus, read the superheroine story from Centurion and Flirty is a beautiful tour that made me in the excitement of exploration in the world of the superheroine.

The most exciting scenario of this story, or even the whole adventures of Fuchsia Fox series, is about the superheroine auction house in chapter 4 of part 2. It is not only because this chapter turns the temperature of the story to the climax, but also it makes sense that Fox never gives up and try to catch up any good chance to escape from her predicaments — and this is also the foundation to be a superheroine: she must comes with inflexible will.

Besides, a quick question about summoning Fox's superpower items back: is it means if any single piece of Fox's costumes or Bracelet of Ishtar wear on her, Jenn still can gather all of her outfits and bracelets back to her? For example, in the story, I only found this "recall" function work well when Fox's halter top in its place. Thus, I guess it may not trigger the same function as the halter top did if she just wears her panty or mini skirt.

Again, thanks for Centurion and Flirty’s hard work and hope there will more Fox’s wonderful adventure stories in the future.


Dodo

[Ricky89]

Great story!

[DrDominator9]

It took me a while to finally get to this second part of this incredible story but it was worth the wait. Great peril, hot scenes, terrific fights, this one had it all. Centurian and his trusty sidekick Flirty never disappoint!

[scwank]

I'm a bit late on this one, too, but I'll second Dr. D's comments. This was hot, and an enjoyable read.

[flirty_but_nice]

Hi guys. Thank you so much for this recent feedback. I have forwarded all of your comments to Centurion. :x