Fuchsia Fox: "Turistas", by Centurion

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Hi guys. Caving to the pressures of hurrying to post the next Fuchsia Fox story, here it is. I haven't finished editing and formatting the whole story yet, though, so I am posting this one in instalments. Thus, please check back often as I add more chapters, hopefully all in short order. :)

(Author's note: This story is a bit unusual because the Fox never actually appears in costume. But don't think that means it isn't full of action. Centurion )


Fuchsia Fox: "Turistas"
By Centurion


Chapter 1 -- Quintana Roo Province, Mexico


It was hot underneath the rain forest canopy -- the sultry heat of air heavy laden with moisture and trapped under the thick jungle growth like a hothouse. Jennifer Fletcher, riding perched in the back of the jostling, open-roofed Jeep, was grateful that the movement of the vehicle, which was doing an average of maybe thirty-five miles an hour over the barely discernable, overgrown paths, at least kept the bugs away, even if they all had to duck a low-hanging branch every few seconds.

Jennifer's brunette hair felt limp and wilted from the heat as it draped loosely around her slender neck. Her supple young body was dressed only in tight khaki short shorts and a white triangle string bikini top. Her slim legs were stretched out in front of her, feet clad in light deck shoes. Even with the breeze stirred up by the movement of the Jeep, she could feel the slightly oily film of perspiration all over her exposed skin. It didn't help that she was sandwiched in between the sweaty male bodies of her husband Martin on her right and Oscar Jenkins on her left -- both dressed in cargo shorts and very little else. Every time the Jeep hit a bump, the girl's lightweight body was pushed back against the dirty spare tire which was bolted to its rear, and she could feel Martin's hand on her pert little tail, holding her steady.

"Hey, Rodrigo! How much further?" Martin said, leaning forward suddenly and making it clear that at least this time it wasn't HIS hand on her tush. Jennifer glanced to her left and caught a glimpse of Oscar's shit-eating grin.

"Un poco mas, senor," the man driving the Jeep said. "A little more."

"You've been saying that for half an hour," commented Major Barbara Wright, sitting in the shotgun seat with her alluring legs braced against the dashboard. Her blonde hair was plaited in a ponytail behind her, and like Jenn she was wearing just a triangle bikini -- in her case turquoise -- with denim shorts and a gauze shirt over it with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows.

"Just a little more," the driver repeated.

"And this isn't some tourist trap, right?" Martin pressed.

"Oh no, senor," Rodrigo assured him. "Nobody knows about it. Only me."

The Jeep toiled up a slight ridge and then swerved sharply to the right as it dropped over the other side so fast that Jenn's sylph-like body was tossed completely out of her seat, her hair dancing around her face. She landed practically in Oscar's lap, his muscular arms closing around her torso, his hand capturing and squeezing her right boob. Their eyes met, and Jenn couldn't help wondering what was going on in his mind. Was he remembering that time she had done the strip-tease at that club, and he had seen her breasts uncovered and bare?

"Um... thanks," she breathed, blushing sheepishly as he thumbed her upright nipple, sending a shiver of arousal through her body.

It had been an amazing vacation so far. They had started out on Cozumel, scuba diving, ziplining and parasailing. Jennifer herself would have been happy to just spend the entire two weeks relaxing, sunning herself in her bikini and sipping Margaritas while she watched bronzed, muscular hunks in speedos parade past. This was the first real vacation she'd had in a long time -- a vacation not only from her job at the Smithsonian, but from her responsibilities as a certain fuchsia-clad superheroine.

But Martin, Barbara and Oscar were all military, and after only a week even those activities bored them silly. They were eager for adventures far off the beaten track, which was the reason they were now on the mainland, so deep in the jungle that they must be getting rather close to the border with Guatemala, and about as far off the beaten track as you could get without a helicopter.

The Jeep suddenly broke out into a wide clearing full of sunlight, and almost immediately skidded to a halt. Jennifer lost her balance and would have tumbled over the seat with the driver if Oscar hadn't caught her. The driver switched off the engine, and right away they all could hear the calls of birds in the forest, sounding shrill against the hushed backdrop of running water.

Right in front of them was a massive, round hole in the ground about forty yards across, its jagged, rocky edges overgrown with vines and jungle foliage. On the far side a stream poured over the lip in multiple small waterfalls. In was a cenote, a pit hollowed out by the action of rainwater over the eons eating away at the limestone underground. The four companions jumped off the Jeep and picked their way cautiously to the edge. The hole dropped thirty or forty feet to a pool of crystal clear water, showing slightly aquamarine against the sandy bottom. It wasn't simply a well, either. From their vantage point, they could see that the running water had hollowed out caves and passageways down there under the earth.

"It's beautiful!" Jennifer gushed.

"How do we get down there?" asked Barbara, eying the vines hanging over the rim and wondering if they would support her weight.

"This way," said their driver, reaching into the back of the Jeep and taking out a thick coil of rope with knots at intervals for climbing. Slinging this over his shoulder, he led them a little ways to one side, where there was a natural cleft in the lip of rock. He slung the end of the rope around the bole of a tree and secured it.

"See that spot of darker blue?" he said as he worked. "The water there is five meters deep. You could dive from here if you wanted to. For the others..." He tossed the dangling end of the rope down into the pit. "I stay up here with the Jeep."

Barbara Wright was already shedding her gauze shirt. Then she peeled her shorts over her hips and down her long legs, exposing matching bikini swimsuit bottoms. In short order, she climbed to the rim of the hole and did a perfect swan dive, plunging into the blue water.

"Whooo!" she shouted up at them, breaking the surface. "Come on down!"

As she swam toward the shallows, Oscar lost no time following her example, shucking his hiking boots and cargo shorts and leaping, doing a monstrous cannonball into the cenote.
"What do you think, Angel?" Martin said to Jennifer.

The brunette glanced over the edge of the hole, her fingers lightly touching the narrow golden bracelets of Ishtar on her wrists. "I think I'll take the rope," she said, smiling. They both knew that it wasn't because she had any qualms about the height -- not the girl who was secretly the most powerful superheroine in Washington D.C., the one and only Fuchsia Fox!

The two of them went back to the Jeep for the two backpacks containing their snorkeling gear and their packed lunch, along with a bottle of wine. Soon they had toiled down the rope and joined their friends at the bottom of the pit. There was a semicircular ledge about twenty feet wide around this side of the pool, and they dropped the backpacks there. Then, divesting themselves of their shorts and shoes, they put on flippers and masks and went in snorkeling.

It was peaceful down here, like another world. The water was fresh and crystal clear. Their swimming stirred up a few crabs and a couple of small catfish hiding in the sandy bottom, but otherwise the four friends were totally alone. After about half an hour, they got out onto the ledge and basked in the sunlight streaming down while they ate their lunch, watching the swallows dipping in and out of the cave opening one or two at a time.

Martin, Barbara and Oscar wanted to explore the tunnels leading off from either side of the cenote. The three of them had already ventured down one into a maze of interconnecting passageways but had turned back when they had reached the limit of the light filtering in from the cenote entrance. Oscar swore, though, that he had seen another opening ahead, perhaps another cenote, and now they wanted to keep going until they found it. Jennifer was game, as long as they were sure they could find their way back.

They left their wallets, passports and smartphones with their backpacks on the ledge. Oscar strapped a waterproof camera to his wrist and took the lead, followed by Barbara, Jennifer, and Martin bringing up the rear. The water quickly got darker until Jenn could barely see Barbara's flippers and graceful legs waving lazily in front of her. She began to feel slightly claustrophobic, knowing that she was underground with tons of rock above her. The girl felt turbulence in the water around her own legs and glanced back, but it was only Martin's body pulling closer to her side.

Soon enough, the water in front of her was getting lighter. Jenn followed Barbara, emerging into the surface of another cenote. This one was much smaller. The opening far above them was overgrown with vines and hardly let in any sunlight. The reflection of the opening off the water send ripples of light dancing all over the walls of the cave. Jenn followed Barbara to the shallows, where Oscar took her hands and helped her to climb up onto a flat shelf of limestone.

"Hey, check this out," Oscar said, moving some vines aside and revealing a block of carvings in the wall of the cave.

"It looks like Mayan," Barbara said, shedding her flippers and mask.

"That's what it looks like," Jennifer agreed, having once spent a summer on an archaeological dig in the Yucatan. Gently she felt over the carvings with her fingertips, but they were too worn with age to tell much about them.

"How old do you think they are?" the blonde asked, knowing that Jennifer worked at the Smithsonian.

Jennifer shook her head. "Not really my area. If they were Greek or Assyrian, I might be able to take an educated guess."

Martin had joined them by then. The cool air of the cave on their wet bodies was making them shiver a little bit, but the carvings were too interesting to let that bother them. And as their eyes got used to the dimness, they saw something else that piqued their curiosity.

Steps had been cut into the rock, curving steeply upward around the rim of the cenote toward the surface opening. "What do you think?" said Oscar, taking pictures with the camera.

Martin shrugged. "Let's see where it goes," he said. Glancing at Jennifer, he started gingerly up the stairs. The others followed, barefoot and dressed only in swim trunks and bikinis. At the top, there was a growth of foliage covering the exit, but once that was brushed aside, the four friends again found themselves in the hot, humid rain forest, with sun filtering down through the canopy.

Tired by the climb, Jennifer found a big, moss-covered stone and sat down on it. The forest around them was still and silent. The girl felt herself beginning to daydream. Her eyes were drawn to the bodies of Martin and Oscar as they explored the area, sweat glinting off their manly, well-muscled chests and shoulders. The colorful patterns of their swimming trunks almost blended in with the foliage around them, so that it was easy to imagine that they were totally naked. That thought caused a stir in Jennifer's blood and a slight quiver down in her bikini bottom, making her shift position on the stone she was sitting on.

"It's a difficult choice, isn't it?" Barbara said playfully, as if she could read Jenn's mind. "Which one would you choose if you were stranded in the jungle with no hope of rescue?"

"Is that a trick question?" the brunette asked. "Umm, I'd choose Martin, of course."

"I'm just making playful conversation," Barbara laughed. "You and I never seem to have much chance to talk and get to know one another."

Jenn's cheeks flushed. That was deliberate on her part. She had spent so much time with Barbara in her guise as the Fuchsia Fox, she was wary about revealing much of herself to the blonde for fear she might guess her alter-ego identity. That in itself wouldn't be a major disaster, but in some ways, it would be very inconvenient.

"Besides," Barbara added, edging closer and lowering her voice, "I've seen the way you look at Oscar when you think no one is looking. You're tempted, aren't you? You want some of that." Her turquoise bikini seemed to disappear against the green background of the jungle, so that she reminded Jenn of Eve in the Garden of Eden. Or maybe the Serpent...

"He's a very attractive man," the brunette said defensively.

"He's a stallion," Barbara agreed at once. "But more than that, he's different, he's an unknown quality. You sleep with Martin day in and day out, and that's fine, I'm not knocking it. But no matter how much you love him, you can't help wondering how Oscar would be. There's always that temptation, that sinful urge to take a bite out of the forbidden apple just to see how it tastes, and I wouldn’t blame you at all if you did."

Jennifer bit her lower lip. She didn't want to admit it, but undeniably she did feel an animalistic attraction to Oscar sometimes, precisely because he was so different from her husband. Was that wrong of her?

"And if you did decide you wanted a taste," Barbara added with a conspiratorial wink, "I think I could manage to keep Martin busy..."

Jenn caught her breath. Goodness knows she and Martin have growingly had a pretty open marriage. Jennifer had performed on webcam a few times in front of many viewers in addition to her husband, and together they had been to a couple of Club X parties where sexual inhibitions had been put on the back burner, so the thought of sharing love with other people was not a shocking concept to either of them. But could she really, seriously consider such an arrangement with Oscar, while allowing Barbara to have her way with Martin?

"What's that you're sitting on?" Barbara asked suddenly, her attention drawn between Jennifer's legs.

Jenn quickly hopped off the stone, thinking that her companion had spotted a spider or a scorpion or something. But the blonde pushed aside a clump of fern. "It's a face!"

The two women backed away a few paces to get a better overall look at it. Suddenly they noticed the enormous, squarish shape looming behind it, all but hidden in the thick foliage. It was a temple!


***


Chapter 2 –


"Hey guys!" called Barbara, as she and Jennifer pulled back some of the bushes so that could get a better look at the temple. There was a rustle of foliage as Martin and Oscar hurried over to see what they had found.

The ruin wasn't a pyramid. Five broad steps led to a sort of porch and through a darkened archway into a maze of rooms all but buried in the hillside. The roofs had collapsed ages ago, leaving the whole thing open to the sky. The black stone that it was constructed of was eroded by years of rainfall and overgrown by small trees and vines, leaving gaps here and there in many of the walls.

"How come Rodrigo didn't tell us about this?" Oscar wondered aloud as the four of them began wandering at random through the rooms.

"He may not know about it," Martin said. "He said that he had explored a lot of the passages of the cenote, but not all of them. And even if he found that staircase, he might not have been interested enough to climb it like we did."

"He probably would have charged us more if he'd known," Oscar laughed.

"Hey," said Barbara, looking up at the forest canopy, through which she could barely see patches of blue sky, "do you think we're the first people ever to find this place? It's a good bet it couldn't be seen from the air."

Jennifer didn't comment, but the idea set her pulse to beating more quickly. Imagine discovering a site which had never been found or pillaged since the time of the Spaniards, or even earlier! Her face felt flushed with excitement as she began following a long, straight corridor, her soft bare feet making virtually no sound upon the leaf-covered stone floor. The air was humid. With no breeze to cool her off, her flawless skin glistened with a sheen of perspiration, making her white bikini cling to her young, sylph-like body.

As they explored, the other three soon passed out of Jenn's view, although they remained close enough that she could hear them talking back and forth or sometimes tapping on the stone. Suddenly she heard a low-pitched whirring sound directly behind her, as if from the wings of a bird. Her head darted around, but there was nothing there. She could see Martin in that direction, shoving his way through a vine-covered doorway, so maybe he had made the noise. Jennifer shrugged and kept on following the passageway.

Eventually she reached a point where the trunk of a tree had grown up right through the stone floor, half-blocking the corridor. Jennifer sidled around it and found an area beyond that was somewhat sheltered. Part of the roof had remained in place, providing protection for a mural painted on the wall. Between the forest canopy and the roof overhang, it was almost twilight down here. Jenn squinted in the poor light, wishing she had a flashlight as she moved in closer.

Without warning, a bulky figure pounced on her from the shadows, wrapping two muscular arms around Jennifer's slender waist and holding her prisoner. As the girl struggled, she could feel a hand groping at her chest, tugging upward on the triangle of fabric that was her left bikini cup until her pert little breast was exposed. Jenn's heart pounded with fear as at the same time she instinctively drew power from her bracelets of Ishtar, giving her super-strength to fight off her attacker. Her fist drew back, ready to let him have it.

"Oh hey, sorry about that, Jenn," said Oscar Jenkins' voice. "I was coming out of this side passage and I tripped on a goddamn vine. You were the only thing to grab onto."

Jennifer relaxed against the solid assurance of Oscar's manly chest. "Uh... yeah," she said. "Next time, could you at least warn me?" So I don't accidentally smack you into the middle of next week, she thought, as her heartbeat returned slowly to normal.

"Will do," Oscar said.

His arms were still draped around her curvy waist, his right hand still absent-mindedly cupping her mostly bare left breast. Jenn blushed as she felt the thick bulge of his trouser snake rise up against her bikini-clad butt. This could be a crucial moment if she wanted it to be. All she had to do was encourage him, maybe rub her tush against his crotch. She licked her lips, more tempted than she cared to admit.

"Um... you can take your hands off me anytime," she reminded him, in defiance of the lust she was feeling.

"Oh right," Oscar said sheepishly, feigning innocence as he let her go and stepped back while she tugged her bikini top back into place. "What were you looking at anyway?", she asked.


***


A few rooms over, Barbara had found a short flight of steps leading up to a doorway which was all but blocked by a network of vines. As she looked around for another way through, she heard a whirring noise, like a hummingbird or something right by her ear. In reflex she turned quickly, but there was nothing to be seen.

Shrugging, the blonde slipped her lean, athletic body into the tangle, slinking her way through, her lungs working hard in the heavy, tropical air. The back of her turquoise bikini got snagged and almost came untied, but she backed up and freed herself. At last she emerged into a square room.

Martin Fletcher was already there, having entered through another opening. For a moment Barbara just stared at him, admiring his virile form dressed in nothing but swim trunks. She had worked with Fletcher for a long time at the Pentagon and rarely had the pleasure of seeing him like this, half naked and on display in all his glory. She was strongly reminded of the time they had both been subjected to the super-villainess Alchema's aphrodisiac potion. As her mind lingered on the wonderfully erotic memory of his cock, her eyes wandered up Martin's tanned legs and lingered on his tight ass before continuing upward to his deliciously broad shoulders, rippling with muscles and gleaming with manly sweat.

Barbara was feeling a pleasant shiver crawl over her supple skin, her nipples rising inside her bikini top as her pulse quickened. Her knees suddenly felt as if they were going to give way. Martin half turned toward her, and their eyes met. The blonde ran her tongue over her lips, a part of her mind toying with the intoxicatingly wicked idea of jumping his bones right then and there, but wondering how far away Jennifer might be.

"What do you think?" Martin said out loud.

The question was so apt that Barbara bit her lower lip to keep from saying what was really on her mind. It slowly dawned on her that he had been looking at something against the far wall, and she belatedly paid attention to the room. Unlike the other rooms she had explored, there were no visible window slits on the walls. When it had been roofed over, it must have been dark in here. That probably explained the four big lamp niches placed at regular intervals. In the center of the far wall was a stone idol, slightly larger than man-sized, depicting a fat man with perfectly circular eyes, lifting both arms toward the ceiling.

"Oh, wow," Barbara said mildly, struggling to suppress her libido long enough to make an intelligent comment. "It kind of reminds me of Homer Simpson. It's really--” She noticed something yellow and shiny around the idol's round eyes, and her own eyes popped open like saucers. "Is that gold?"

"It looks like it," Martin said, excitedly. He started to walk forward across the wide flagstone floor.

Barbara's combat-honed sixth sense told her that something was wrong, but before she could warn him, there was a deep grinding noise as the stone he had stepped on tilted. A trapdoor!
"Martin, look out!" the blonde cried, throwing her right arm out to catch his, but he had already disappeared into the darkness below. Barbara hesitated, kneeling on the edge of the pit into which Fletcher had fallen as the trapdoor began to swing closed again.

There was that whirring noise again, much louder, much closer this time! Barbara spun around in a cat-like crouch.

Then she saw it, right on top of her! Barbara gasped out loud, raising both arms in futile defense as the thing attacked.


***

To be continued …
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Fantastic set-up here. Lush, vivid desciptions of the jungle, the cenote, the temple and the mood. If the rest of the story is as good as this opening, you've got an instant classic on your hands, Centurian.
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DrDominator9 wrote:
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Fantastic set-up here. Lush, vivid desciptions of the jungle, the cenote, the temple and the mood. If the rest of the story is as good as this opening, you've got an instant classic on your hands, Centurian.
Wow, Dr. D, such amazingly kind words!

With enthusiasm, I shall forward your comment on to Centurion … and hopefully I will very soon have more chapters to post!
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Here's the next chapter of the story …

Chapter 3 –


Disappointingly, the colors of the mural were so faded, there wasn't much Jennifer could make of it -- just four or five red-skinned figures, probably male, dressed in loincloths, offering sacrifices to a god with circular eyes. The brunette wracked her brain, trying to remember what little she knew about Mayan mythology. Circular eyes? Wasn't that Tlaloc, the Rain God?

It didn't matter much anyway. She had been really hoping to find some artifacts, but so far they hadn't seen anything but scattered rubble, which wasn't surprising considering the exposed nature of the ruin. Jenn knew that she would have to dig under the surface to find anything interesting, but she had nothing but her bare hands.

"Martin?" Jenn said, raising her voice. "Do you know if there were any digging tools in the Jeep?" There was no answer. She tried again. "Barbara? Are you with Martin?" No answer from her either.

Jenn looked around the mural room and realized that Oscar wasn't with her any longer. But he couldn't have gone far; she had seen him just a second ago. The corridor she had been exploring was a dead end at this point, so she turned around and headed back down the side passage that Oscar had been using.

"Oscar? Are you there?" she called, walking slowly, her hands lightly touching the walls on either side of her. She was starting to feel worried now that no one was answering her. "You're not thinking of jumping out at me again, are you? Because that's really immature..."

Just then she heard a rumbling sound nearby, almost simultaneous with the beginning of what sounded like a muffled shout. The brunette hurried forward in the direction of the noise, just in time to see a section of the floor slide back into place with a thud. "Oscar?" she called again. "Are you alright? Talk to me, Oscar!"

Her bare foot kicked something on the floor, sending it rolling with a sharp CLINK-CLINK! Jennifer reached down to pick it up. The object proved not to be an artifact after all -- a Corona beer bottle! What the heck was going on here?

That low-pitched whirring sound returned, getting closer, louder. Jennifer whirled just as the thing appeared from around a corner. It was a drone, about the size of child's toy supported by four small spinning rotors. The thing hovered in the air easily, directly in front of her. She could see the drone's tiny camera lens focusing on her face for a second, then it darted swiftly in, a small nozzle on its prow releasing a puff of white mist.

By instinct, Jennifer held her breath and turned her head away, but not before catching a tiny whiff. It smelled like chloroform. Was this what had happened to the others?

The drone circled her and came in for another pass. The white gas puffed out again, but the girl's lissome body spun gracefully, striking out with the edge of her hand. The drone evaded her attack easily and smoothly, its rotors humming as it came around again. Jenn aimed another swipe with her hand, watched it evade again, then ducked and somersaulted, swinging her silken leg upward and swatting the thing out of the sky with her bare foot encased in her invisible force shield so that contact with the spinning propeller blades wouldn't hurt her.

The brunette crouched over the wreckage. The capture drone settled it. If someone was operating devices like this around here, there must be something going on, maybe something criminal. All she had to do now was summon her costume to her and the Fuchsia Fox could cut loose to deal with things. She'd tear this place apart looking for her friends, and woe betide anyone who got in her way.

Wait a minute! Think, Jennifer! she told herself sharply. Obviously, Martin knew her secret identity, but what would Barbara and Oscar say if the Fuchsia Fox just happened to turn up in this remote area of Mexico? It wasn't as if she didn't trust them, but the fewer people who knew about her identity, the better it would be for everyone concerned.

Jennifer could hear the sounds of footsteps now -- more than one person, running in boots. That called for a change of plan. The girl took off running back the way she had come. She couldn't really tell by the sounds exactly where in the ruins the men were, but sooner or later she was bound to--

She turned a corner and caromed straight into the arms of a strange man dressed in green camouflage pants and a red tank top, with a gun tucked into his waistband. Jennifer let out a feminine squeal of fright, her fists beating on the man's chest as he made a grab for her slender waist, his calloused hands closing around her lush, bikini-clad curves.

"Slow down, chica," the man said with a grin, showing white teeth against his tanned face. "Let me get a look at you."

"Please don't hurt me," the girl begged, struggling breathlessly to pull out of his clutches. Careful, she told herself. She didn't want to actually escape, but on the other hand that didn't mean she had to make it easy for him.

"Hurt you? I would never do that, cara mia," the man smirked, his eyes on her perky breasts as both hands slid around the curve of her hips to grab her soft, pliant butt cheeks through the fabric of her bikini bottoms.

Jennifer pushed her arms against his chest, her trim knee arching up into his groin. His flailing hand grabbed the back of her bikini top, and the string snapped as he yanked the garment off her. Jenn had almost broken free of him when a second man appeared, this one bare-chested showing off the intricate tattoos which covered his chest and shoulders. He also wore a gun in the waistband of his jeans. Without a word, he roughly grabbed Jennifer's wrists before she could get away.

"Please," Jennifer gasped, finding herself outnumbered and overpowered, pinned in between the two men. "What do you want from me?"

"Shut your mouth," the tattooed man spat, as the other one snaked his forearm around her throat from behind her.

"Please... you're choking..." the girl whimpered, wriggling in his arms as his grip tightened. She let her eyelids flutter, pretending to pass out, but her captor kept up the pressure until black spots actually appeared before her eyes, for real. Jenn felt a surge of panic, but there was nothing she could do without giving herself away. Her head swam as she began sliding down a long, dark incline toward unconsciousness.

"That's the ticket, cara mia," the man said, as the girl's body went limp. "Oooh she got nice, little titties," he added, fondling Jenn's firm, naked B-cups. "Doesn't she, Alvarado?"

"Shut up, Echeverra," the bald man snapped. "Put her with the others, if you think you can handle that."

"Si, amigo! I can handle that," Echeverra grinned, picking up Jennifer's helpless body and tossing her across his right shoulder with her elegant legs dangling in front of him. He gave her sassy little tail an impertinent slap. "I can handle that just fine."

Jennifer was in fact still semi-conscious. Being slung over the thug's shoulder with her sweet breasts rubbing against the back of his t-shirt did not place her in the best position for sight-seeing, and yet she was able to tell that Echeverra carried her along the passageway and into a room which she had originally passed by because there didn't seem to be anything of interest in it.

He worked some kind of lever, the nature of which she couldn't see. There was a creaking sound as a hidden door tilted open, allowing him to proceed. If Jennifer's mental geography was correct, this new passageway must be tunneled into the hillside itself. It certainly was covered by a ceiling and would have been quite dark if not for a string of electric lights which had been rigged up along its length.

A moment later they arrived at a broad, rectangular chamber carved out of the rock, part of the original temple which had been made into a comfortable refuge by the addition of tables, chairs, storage cabinets, a small refrigerator and a microwave, plus a generator to power them. At the far end was a wooden door, currently open to admit daylight from outside. Along the right-hand wall were three small alcoves, about seven feet by seven feet, which had been closed off by steel bars and padlocks, converting them into cells. A young, red-headed man was sitting at one table in front of a laptop computer. That was all Jenn's quick glance revealed to her before the red-headed man looked up and she had to pretend to be unconscious again.

"Que pasa, Echeverra?" he said. "What's that you've got?"

"A prime, juicy piece of ass, mi compadre," said Jennifer's grinning captor, giving her pert, upturned booty another hearty slap. "Let me show you."

Jennifer kept her eyes closed as she felt her weight shift and the man laid her down on a cot. She could sense the two men standing over her, looking down and ogling her nubile feminine charms. Suddenly a pair of cold hands touched her unprotected tits, nearly making the girl gasp out loud in indignation. Jenn felt the man's fingers fondling her soft orbs, rubbing her nipples which were swelling up hard from the contact.

"That is nice," the younger man agreed. "But the other chica's are bigger."

The other chick? Jennifer thought. Then Major Wright must be here, too.

The hands were removed from her bust. The men were talking together in low tones.

"Watch yourself, amigo," Echeverra was saying. "Alvarado is very pissed. Your dragonfly--"

"PINTO!" the bald man with the tattoos interrupted, standing in the entrance and glowering angrily.

"Ay yi yi," Echeverra said under his breath, giving the other man a commiserating look. Walking over to the nearest cell, he took out a key and unlocked the padlock. He paused for a second, slipped his arms underneath Jenn's body, and then moved her into the cell, laying her gently on the dry grass and rushes which were spread over the stone floor. Cautiously he backed out of the cell, closed the door and locked it.

As soon as he did, Jennifer heard something big stir in the corner of her cell, moving toward her over the dry rushes. She sat upright, her lean body tensing for action...
"Jenn? Are you okay?" a male voice said.

"Oscar?" The brunette threw her arms around his neck in a hug. "Oh, I'm so frightened! Have you seen Martin or Major Wright?"

"It's okay," he said. "They're right here, in the next cell over."


***

To be continued …
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Hi everyone. Here's the final three chapters of the Turistas story. I hope you will find that the wait was worth it! And as always, your feedback is most welcome. :)

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Chapter 4 –


The tattooed man strode across the room, displeasure etched in every line of his face. "Pinto," he scowled. "You told me your dragonflies were perfect sentries. They never get tired. They never make a mistake. They can't be avoided. They can't be knocked down. Didn't you say that to me?"

"I... I can't understand it, Alvarado," the red-headed man stammered. "It shouldn't be possible. The girl, she... she must have got lucky."

"Lucky?" Alvarado repeated. "Is that what you are saying to me?" His left hand darted out and backhanded the other man across the face. "You have three more of these dragonflies. Find out what went wrong and fix it."

"Yes, Alvarado. At once."

Echeverra sidled up to the leader with his usual grin on his face. "What shall we do with the turistas?" he asked obsequiously, with a glance toward the cells.

Alvarado shrugged. "Kill them."

Echeverra's face fell. "But compadre," he wheedled, "we have been here two months. It gets hard. Surely you don't mean to waste good woman flesh, no?"

The tattooed man relented. "Alright. We keep the women. But before we do either, we have to find out how they got here. Americanos never walk when they can ride. They must have a vehicle close by."

"I could ask one of the chicas very nicely," Echeverra grinned. "I'm sure I could persuade the one in the white bikini to tell me everything she knows."

"It may come to that. But let us look first. Get Gonzales."

Alvarado turned toward Pinto, who was at his laptop frantically running simulations or something. "We will not be gone long," he said. "Watch them." Pinto nodded, interrupting his work long enough to place a pistol on the table, pointedly within easy reach as he worked. Alvarado and Echeverra exited through the doorway that led outside.

The four prisoners had been watching and listening to all this sullenly, unwilling to draw attention to themselves by making protests which they knew would be futile. Jennifer was cuddled against Oscar's chest with his strong arm draped around her. She became aware of his hand caressing her bare back, suddenly reminding her that she was topless.

"Jennifer?" said Martin's voice from the next cell. "Angel, did they hurt you?"

The two cells were separated by an ancient stone wall. There was a fissure about two feet long and not more than five inches wide that ran all the way through to the other side. Jennifer could see Martin's face as he peered through the gap.

"I'm fine, darling," she gushed, thrusting her right hand through the crack. "Perfectly fine."

Martin took her soft hand in his, feeling her warmth, caressing her fingers, touching her slender wrist -- and with it the golden bracelet which adorned it. The eyes of the two lovers met, and Jennifer could read in his expression that he understood her dilemma. He knew that she could break down the steel doors anytime she wanted to, but he also knew that doing so would reveal her true identity to Oscar and Barbara.

"Does anybody know what's going on?" Jennifer asked, to cover the awkward pause.

"Did you see the red tattoo on that bald guy's right pectoral?" Barbara said. "That means he's a member of the Red Dragon drug cartel, run by a guy named Diego Rojas. They're really nasty."

"Rumor has it," Martin added, "that they smuggle cocaine through the Guatemalan border, but no one's caught them at it. It looks like we stumbled onto part of their pipeline."

"Lucky us," Oscar said bitterly.

"Don't you have anything useful to add, lieutenant?" Barbara hissed testily.

"Only that there only seem to be three or four of them," he replied. "If we could just get these cell doors open..."

Jennifer felt her cheeks flush as she met Martin's eyes, then looked away, embarrassed. What good was having super powers if you didn't dare use them?

"Just hold onto that thought," Martin said. "Wait for an opportunity. We don't know when it will come, but be ready for it when it does."


***


Twenty minutes later, Alvarado and Echeverra returned along with three more men who were carrying AK-47's and large backpacks slung over their shoulders. Judging by their clothes, these three had been on a long march through the jungle. They poured cups of coffee and slumped wearily into chairs around the table while Alvarado, Echeverra and Pinto began unloading plastic bags full of white powder from the packs.

"Hey, Machado. Is this the new stuff?" Alvarado asked, hefting a bag and sniffing it.

One of the newcomers, a big man with a bushy black moustache, nodded. "Padilla said it was laced with a small amount of PCP, to make it more addictive. It goes to Frontera, pronto."

The bald man nodded. He turned to Pinto and Echeverra. "Load it into the big drone. We'll send it off as soon as it gets dark." Those two began gathering a load of drugs onto a cart.
Martin and Barbara gave one another significant looks. So that was how they were smuggling the stuff.

The big newcomer named Machado suddenly noticed the prisoners -- especially the females -- and sat up with interest. "Who are they?" he said incredulously, getting up from his chair.
"We caught them just a while ago," Alvarado replied casually, as if it was something that happened every day. "You can have one if you want."

The big man strode over to the cells. "You and you," he barked, pointing at Barbara and Jennifer. "Stand up! Let me see you."

Jennifer was sitting beside Oscar with her hands cupped loosely over her breasts, wishing that she had something, anything to put on. Reluctantly she obeyed, getting to her feet and standing near the bars where he could see her. Barbara did the same in her cell.

"Show me your tits," he commanded impatiently, gesturing with two fingers. "Take off that bra."

"Like hell I will," said Barbara, glaring back at him defiantly.

Machado yanked his pistol from the holster at his side and pointed it through the bars at Martin. "Then I shoot your boyfriend right now."

Jennifer felt ice water in her veins, her heart thumping in her chest. Martin! Was this the moment for her to move? Even if she did, could she break out of the cell fast enough to rescue him?

"Alright, you win," Barbara said sulkily, a hint of red in her high cheekbones as she reached behind her to untie her bikini top, allowing her flawless C-cups their freedom. She dropped her bra to the floor, thrusting out her bosom so that all the men could ogle her two superb orbs, nipples peaked as her chest gently rose and fell. In the other cell, Jennifer followed her example, lowering her arms stiffly to her sides.

"Ay Chihuahua," someone whispered, as all six of the men moved in closer, their eyes bulging as they devoured the sight of the breathtaking feminine pulchritude on display for them. Echeverra was wearing his usual toothy grin, his mouth watering as his hand rubbed at his bulging crotch.

Jennifer's nubile young body experienced an unwanted tingle of arousal at the sight. It was one thing when her sylph-like beauty was respectfully admired. That was flattering, and as the Fuchsia Fox she was used to it. It was not flattering for her and Barbara to be treated like pieces of meat, to be gawked at and lusted after by a bunch of randy, sex-starved drug smugglers who only wanted pussy, though, so the fact that her body reacted with arousal was disturbing to her.

She knew that in their hands her body would be used without the slightest regard for her feelings or her wishes. The very thought caused an involuntary rush of wetness in her coosh. Her pulse rate jumped as her nostrils caught the tangy smell of the men's testosterone-drenched sweat. She felt a slight thrill of excitement at the possibility that she would be the one chosen, and she tried to tell herself that it was only because that meant being let out of her cell, and a chance to escape, not that it had anything to do with the prospect of being made to have sex with the men.

"I take this one," Machado said, pointing at Barbara. Jennifer immediately felt disappointment.

Alvarado produced a key and unlocked the padlock. Martin jumped to his feet, ready to charge, but three pistols were pointed at him, forcing him to back off.

"It's alright, Fletch," Barbara said. "I can take care of myself."

"Stay loose," he whispered, his eyes on the guns.

"Loose as a goose," she replied, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

The blonde slipped out of the cell before he could react, striding through the men without bothering to cover her exposed boobs. Machado roughly seized Barbara's upper arm and dragged her toward the adjoining barracks room, so quickly that the girl stumbled as she tried to keep up.

Pinto and Echeverra went back to loading the cart while the other two men sat back down, all four in high spirits as they bragged about what they were going to do to the gorgeous girl when it was their turn with her.


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Chapter 5 –


Jennifer's hands seized hold of the bars of her cage, power surging through her bracelets of Ishtar. She knew better than anyone how well Barbara could handle herself, but--

"You!" Alvarado said suddenly, moving to her cell door and unlocking it. "Out!"

"What do you want with her?" Oscar demanded, scrambling gallantly to his feet.

"You can come too, boyfriend," the bald man said, resting one hand on the grip of his pistol that was stuck in the waistband of his jeans.

Jennifer and Oscar exchanged puzzled looks. Apparently, he assumed that since they had been caught together, they were together. Meekly they obeyed. Jennifer folded her arms loosely across her vulnerable breasts, not exactly covering them, but not exactly leaving them unprotected either as Alvarado marched them outside into the jungle.


***


The barracks area was a smaller room furnished with roughly-built beds and shelf units where the men could keep their possessions -- CD players, magazines, paperback books and so on. Machado dragged Barbara to his corner and tossed her roughly into his bed. His grin was wide under his bushy moustache as he unbuckled his gun-belt and let it drop to the floor. His beady black eyes roamed greedily over the blonde's smooth, flawless body as he started to undo his trousers.

"Wait! Please!" Barbara pleaded, scrambling to her knees on the bed. "Let me do that." Her blue eyes caught and held his as her hands reached out softly, almost timidly touching his brawny chest. "You're obviously the toughest man here," she murmured, seductively feeling up his pecs as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt. "I could tell that right away."

"What of it?" Machado said with pride, his eyes fixed upon the tantalizing movements of her spectacular melons as she reached up to slide his shirt over his broad shoulders.

"If I'm to be given to a man," the girl whispered into his ear, "I'm glad it's the leader of the pack." She slid her fingers slowly and seductively downward along the rippling muscles of his bare abs, her hands slipping into his waistband as she undid his trousers.

Barbara lowered herself to her haunches, working his trousers over his hips and letting them fall. The touch of feminine hands had already provoked an amorous response in the big man's body, causing an organic bulge to appear inside his boxer shorts. The girl could also feel her own blood beginning to stir, her pulse rate climbing with arousal and eagerness. She licked her lips enticingly, steeling herself as she slipped his boxers down, letting his anaconda rise to half-mast.

He was already thick and hard. Barbara tore her eyes away from it, looking up at the big man's face as her hands closed gently around his throbbing member. She kept eye contact with him as her fingers caressed his shaft, stroking it, feeling its velvety skin, its hard ridges and veins, its slightly curved knob. She heard a deep sigh come from within his chest as he spread his legs a little wider apart to brace himself.

Smiling, Barbara moved a little closer, still trying to keep eye contact as she guided his cock in between her breasts. Pressing her smooth, soft globes together against his hot man sausage, she began to rub them back and forth. Machado responded with a short thrust of his hips, then pulled back, sliding his tool steadily in and out of her sweet, pliant cleavage, in and out, in and out.

His big hands reached out and firmly grabbed the back of the girl's head. He didn't speak, but Barbara could tell almost telepathically what he wanted. She leaned further over, her honey lips kissing the side of his thick rod up and down its length. No longer able to keep eye contact from this angle, she half closed her eyes as her tongue emerged from her mouth, slickly caressing the ridges of his rigid member.

Oh God how disgusting, the blonde was thinking, but nevertheless she kept it up, her fingers massaging his hairy balls as she coaxed him toward his orgasm. She could feel the constant pressure of his hands on the back of her head, holding her trapped, preventing her from pulling back. She knew what he wanted her to do, but she pumped his shaft with her hand instead, stalling for time, hoping that it had been a long time since he had last been with a woman.

Both her patience and skill were rewarded as his cock twitched and he ejaculated, thankfully onto her hands instead of her mouth. Another deep sigh came from his chest as more of his sticky cum gushed.

Barbara leaned back onto her haunches, smiling up at him. "Was that good?" she asked.

Machado scoffed. "What makes you think you're done, bitch?" he said, reaching for her.

"Well..." Suddenly the blonde dived to the left, bracing her body against the bed with her hands as her right leg shot out with a powerful kick to the drug smuggler's jaw, stunning him. Completing her roll, Barbara swung her left leg in a roundhouse at the same target, but he managed to catch her gorgeous gam with his left arm. Although hampered by his pants down around his legs, he was much stronger than she was, lurching forward irresistibly and pinning her on her back to the bed.

Barbara struggled and bucked underneath his bulk, her fists taking jabs at his face. He tried to seize her wrists, but the girl struck upward suddenly with her thumbs gouging into his eyes. "AAGH!" he cried, rising onto his knees as the blonde beauty wriggled out from under him like an eel. His fist struck out blindly, but then she had leaped onto his back, her silken stems wrapping tightly around his beefy neck, constricting his windpipe. Even Machado's iron stamina couldn't take this. In a few moments, he had sagged face down on the bed, unconscious.

Barbara quickly bound his arms behind him with a thick leather belt, leaving his pants around his ankles. She slipped on one of his shirts -- a reasonably clean one -- and checked the magazine in his pistol. "Don't go anywhere, tough guy," she smirked, slapping him on his naked butt. Then she turned toward the doorway, right into the faces of his other two friends, who had come to see what was taking him so long.

"Oh spit," Barbara muttered.


***


Jennifer and Oscar walked at gunpoint through a clearing, passing a heavy-duty drone hidden underneath a stretched tarpaulin as protection from the rain. Its fuselage was about seven feet long, with one big rotor on top for propulsion and two smaller ones for control. Pinto and Echeverra were in the process of loading drugs into the cargo compartment, but Alvarado ignored them and kept his two prisoners walking.

Shortly they came across a seventh man sitting with his back to a tree and idly chopping at a log with a machete. A long length of chain had been looped over a branch about twelve feet off the ground. The dangling end of the chain ended in a pair of manacles, the other end attached to a winch. "Let's do this, Gonzales," Alvarado said. Then, to Oscar he commanded, "Hold out your hands."

Gonzales clamped the manacles on Oscar's wrists while Alvarado kept him covered with his pistol. Then he strolled back to the winch. The chain reeled in, pulling Oscar's arms upward and yanking him off his feet. He hung there about two feet off the ground, swinging slightly, the muscles of his arms and chest bulging from the strain of his dead weight.

"Now you will answer my questions, chica," Alvarado said to Jennifer, "or I will do some target practice on your boyfriend. How did you find this place?"
"How did we--?" the girl gasped, her arms clutched over her breasts.

"Don't tell him anything, Jenn!" Oscar blurted, his legs kicking, chest muscles and biceps flexing as he struggled against the chain.

Alvarado ignored him. "Did you have a Land Rover? A Jeep? Where is it?"

Jennifer thought frantically of their driver, Rodrigo, hopefully still waiting for them at the cenote. But if she revealed his presence, the bald man would probably send someone to kill him. He couldn't risk Rodrigo telling anybody how he had lost a group of Americans. "We... we hiked!" Jennifer said.

"You hiked?" Alvarado said doubtfully, clearly not believing her.

"From V-villa Flores," Jenn whimpered, trying to remember the name of one of the villages they had passed through. "Please let him down! You're hurting him!"

"Tell me what I wish to know," the bald man said relentlessly.

"Don't tell him, Jenn!" Oscar shouted, straining with all his might, his gyrations causing his body to twist on the end of the dangling chain, so that he momentarily faced the other way.

In a flash, Jennifer twisted around, her right arm knocking Alvarado's gun hand away at the same time as her left leg flew up and caught the bald man in the chest. Shrugging the blow off, he leaped forward, throwing his arms around Jennifer’s lissome body in a crushing bear hug. The stunning brunette surprisingly struggled as he lifted her off the ground, her soft bare boobs momentarily pressed against his face. But then she managed to break his hold. The tattooed man swung his fist, which deflected off her invisible force shield.

Alvarado glared in disbelief as the girl advanced on him, driving him backward with an unstoppable flurry of blows to his jaw, until his eyes rolled up and he dropped flat on his back.

Just then, something swished past Jennifer's left ear, missing her by about two inches. It was Gonzales' machete! The girl spun in place and thrust out her right arm, her bracelet firing off a narrow beam of energy. The smuggler ducked, thinking that she was aiming at him, but her target was the chain which was holding the still struggling Oscar suspended. The chain parted with a SNAP!

As Oscar fell heavily to the ground, Gonzales leaped to his feet, yanking his pistol out of its holster. Before he could take aim, though, Jennifer backhanded him in the chest, then caught his arm, pivoted on her left foot and flipped him, putting her super-strength behind it. The thug flew thirty feet, crashed into the bushes and where he laid still.

"Whew!" the gorgeous brunette gasped, a somewhat smug grin flirting around her lips. It had felt so good to finally get a chance to cut loose.

"Jenn?" Oscar groaned, rising onto his elbows with an almost comical expression of disbelief on his face. "What the hell just happened?" The fall had clearly knocked the wind out of him and he was a little fuzzy.

The girl dropped to her knees, taking his head in her arms and cradling it against her pert bosom in order to add to his disorientation. "Oh Oscar, you were amazing!" she gushed. "The way you broke that chain was incredible!"

"Broke... broke the chain? Really?" Oscar said, ogling Jenn's perfect, succulent breasts, which were practically in his face. His head seemed to be spinning. Belatedly he spotted the manacles hanging from his wrists. "Wow, I guess I must have."

"And then you went absolutely berserk on those guys!" Jennifer continued. "Don't you remember? I'm so glad you were here! I would have been helpless!"

"Yeah, well..." Oscar said modestly, but confused. With the shrug of his shoulders, he said, "It's Special Ops training, you know? Hooah!" Oscar got to his feet and snatched up Gonzales' gun. "What do you say we get these guys chained up, then go and rescue Fletch and the major?"


***


Chapter 6 –


Martin Fletcher tested the strength of the steel bars closing off his cell. With everything else going on, there hadn't been any opportunity to do that until now. The bars proved to be solid in construction, bolted immovably to the stonework. He moved over and tried the door.

He couldn't be said to be feeling overly worried about Jennifer. His wife was a superheroine who had proven time and time again that she could look after herself. He was more worried about Barbara and Oscar, unarmed and at the mercy of these smugglers. If only he could get free and help them!

It struck him as unusual to lock a cell with a padlock which the prisoner inside could reach through the bars. More than likely the original purpose of the cells had been secure storage for drugs or other supplies while awaiting transport, and not for prisoners at all. Martin kept his eyes on the two smugglers drinking coffee as he cautiously explored the lock with his fingers.

He froze with excitement. When Alvarado had replaced the padlock, he had simply slipped the shank over the hasp without actually engaging the locking bolt! Maybe he had meant to return and interrogate Martin. Whatever the reason, this was a mistake Martin could take advantage of. Quietly he slipped the padlock off the hasp, folded the tongue out of the way and replaced the lock in such a way that the door looked secured when it really wasn't. Then he sat down on the rush-strewn floor, trying to look dejected and hopeless.

Ten minutes later, the two smugglers drinking coffee began to get restless, wondering out loud when Machado would be finished with the blonde chick and give them their turns. One suggested that it couldn't hurt to watch him have his way with her. Taking a glance at Martin, they persuaded themselves that one wimpy American didn't need to be guarded every single second, so they got up and wandered into the barracks area.

Instantly Martin was on his feet and through the cell door. He crossed the room in quick strides, picking up one of the AK-47's.


***


"You'd better stay behind me, Jenn," Oscar said softly, cautiously approaching the entrance of the smugglers' lair, holding at ready the pistol he had appropriated from Gonzales.

"Sorry," Jennifer said timidly, falling obediently into his shadow, her arms crossed over her bare bust. It wasn't easy for her to fight down her instincts to rush forward and engage the bad guys, but maintaining her secret identity was something she was still thinking about. Besides, she reminded herself that Oscar was being cautious because the smugglers were all armed and he didn't have a virtually impenetrable force shield.

The cargo drone was just ahead. Echeverra and Pinto could be seen next to it, lounging in the shade of the tarpaulin. Echeverra had his pistol out and looked alert, while Pinto was doing something on his laptop computer. Oscar took cover behind a tree trunk, signaling Jenn to be quiet while he worked out the best route to approach them.

"Wait for me here, okay?" Oscar whispered. "This won't take a minute." Crouching low, he confidently scurried off through the bushes, circling wide around the smugglers' left flank.

Almost immediately, Jennifer heard a low-pitched whirring sound. Looking behind her, she was dismayed but not entirely surprised to see another of those small, four-rotor "dragonfly" drones appear, stalking her from ten feet above. The gadget dipped its rotors and swooped, shooting out a cloud of chloroform as it came.

Jennifer ducked to her left, spinning around with a backhand swipe of her fist. The drone evaded easily, darting sideways and pulling up as her blow missed, exposing her delicious breasts. The stunning heroine's cheeks flushed warm as she cupped her hands over her coconuts, while at the same time she noticed a glint of light off the device's tiny camera lens as it focused on her, hovering just out of her reach. That nerd Pinto was probably enjoying the view on his laptop...

That gave her an idea! She tensed her long, alluring legs and leaped upward, both arms stretched out to swat, baring her sleek, spectacular torso. Once again, the gadget dodged, swerving and rotating on its axis to follow the sight of the girl's flawless bust. At the top of her arc, Jennifer activated her flying powers, her lissome young body somersaulting in mid-air as she flipped over the drone and brought her heel down on top of it in a crushing blow.

Jennifer dropped to the ground, congratulating herself on her victory. Just then two more drones converged on the spot from different directions. These were much larger, in the neighborhood of four feet long, and their swept-back design gave the impression of flying sharks. Why do I think these are going to be much deadlier? the girl asked herself, with concern.

One thing was for certain -- she couldn't let them get past her to attack Oscar. He would have no defense at all. Taking a deep breath, the spunky brunette launched herself into air at them.

The drones separated, evading her charge as easily as the smaller versions had done. As Jenn swept past, they turned after her. Ka-chow! Ka-chow! Each drone fired a small mini-rocket, which lanced through the sky right on target. Desperately the girl dodged the first, but the second one impacted on her force shield with a concussive BANG! which despite her protective force-shield, she actually felt.

Whoa! Jennifer spun around and retreated, trying to lead the drones away from Oscar.

Underneath the tarpaulin, Pinto couldn't believe what he was seeing on his laptop. The screen was divided into quarters, the upper two gone blank but the lower two displaying the images from the two remaining Dragonfly drones. "Echeverra," he said dully. "This chica is flying!"

"I'll bet she is," the older man grinned. "With those things chasing me, I would be flying too. Do me a favor, amigo, and try not to kill her if you don't have to. Her titties look so sweet!"

"You don't understand. She's really... flying!."

"Silence," cautioned Echeverra, not listening. "I think I see the gringo." Using the cargo drone's body for cover, he circled around and dashed off into the bushes.

Jennifer dodged and banked through the forest canopy, her slender body like an arrow, with the two drones keeping pace right behind her. She couldn't shake them. Ka-chow! Ka-chow! Mini-rockets shot out, one barely grazing her left shoulder, but the other hitting her squarely on her pert little tush. The beautiful brunette tumbled forward from the impact, losing control of her flight. Grabbing hold of a horizontal tree branch, she spun around it and reversed direction, going on the offensive.

Again, the dragonflies evaded, but this time not fast enough. Jennifer got close enough to clip the tail assembly of one drone, causing it to spin and crash into a tree trunk. The remaining drone whirled around and came in for another strafing run. The heroine put on a burst of speed, her lithe young body zig-zagging nimbly back and forth through the forest canopy so that it couldn't get a good target lock on her.

Suddenly, over the monotonous whir of the dragonfly's rotors, Jennifer heard the sharp pops of gunfire! Oscar must be shooting it out with the smugglers! Somehow, she had to help him!
Unfortunately, the distraction caused her to stop evading, giving the dragonfly a clear shot. A mini-rocket exploded right next to the spunky brunette's head, momentarily stunning her. Jenn instinctively put on the brakes and the four-foot drone crashed into her, tearing itself to pieces in the impact against her protective force-shield.

The impact, though, caused Jennifer to lose all control of her flight, tumbling end over end toward the ground like a falling leaf. Her body landed on something slightly resilient -- the stretched-out tarpaulin -- and bounced, rolling helplessly down the slant and hitting the ground with a thud.

For a moment the heroine lay still, sprawled face-down, stunned on the ground while she waited for the world to come back into focus. The gunfire had stopped. She tried to remember how many shots had been fired. Surely not more than four or five? Was that good? Did it mean that Oscar had won? Or... what if he had been shot? What if he was lying bleeding and dying out there? Jennifer would never forgive herself if anything happened to him!

Quickly she sat up, brushing her hair out of her face. Instantly she heard the sound of a pistol being cocked, quite close to her head.

"Hold it right there, chica!" The voice sounded like Pinto, but for the moment Jennifer's full attention was claimed by the barrel of his gun, pressed against her right temple. Her heart pounded inside her chest.

"Stand up slowly," the young man commanded. "I don't know what you did to my dragonflies, but I'm not giving you a chance to do it to me."

Jennifer felt spent. Her smooth, tanned skin felt grimy with perspiration and dirt. As she cautiously rose to her knees and then to her feet, her bare coconuts jiggled slightly, but she was long past feeling embarrassed by a little thing like that. Standing upright, she felt Pinto's body press against her from behind, his left arm snaking around her, his hot breath on the back of her neck.

"Where is Oscar?" she demanded. "If you've hurt him, I swear I'm going to take that gun and make you eat it!"

"You're in no position to make threats, bitch," Pinto said, as his left hand cupped her breast, his thumb raking her nipple and causing goosebumps on her exposed flesh. Jenn felt his man thing stiffening inside his trousers. "You don't want to know what I'm going to do to you!"

"A little less name-calling would be a start," said Oscar suddenly, stepping out from behind a tree with his gun leveled.

"Oscar!" Jennifer gasped, feeling a gush of relief flow throughout her nubile body, making her skin tingle with arousal and her nipples grow hard. "Thank goodness!"

"Hang tight, Jenn," Oscar said, slowly circling, as Pinto shifted position to keep the girl's body between them like a human shield. "I'm not going to let this little twerp hurt you."

Pinto flushed. "I am a Red Dragon!" he said proudly.

"And I'm a lieutenant in the United States Army Special Forces," said Oscar, giving him a wink. "My friend there is a Captain."

Pinto heard a sound and glanced nervously behind him to see Martin only a few yards away holding an AK-47 on him. He suddenly felt sweat running down his face.

"Hell, I've got them both out-ranked," said a female voice, as the blonde chica approached from his left, wearing one of Machado's shirts and holding Machado's gun. "I'm a Major."

"If you're wondering," said Oscar, "the other guys are accounted for, either locked in the cells or wounded in action. You're all on your own. So, I'd strongly advise you to put the gun down and apologize to the lady for scaring her."

Pinto stood rigid with fear for about ten seconds. Hell, he was a tech guy, he thought, finally relenting. He lowered the gun from the girl's temple and held it out to his side. Jennifer turned and punched him right in the jaw, putting enough of her super-strength into the blow that the guy spun around and fell flat on his ass.

"Alright, Jenn!" Oscar said approvingly. Barbara Wright looked impressed.

Jennifer ran and threw herself into Martin's arms, hugging him tightly. She felt that, as a theatrical gesture for the benefit of the others, she probably should pretend to cry. Fortunately, she was so happy to see her husband safe and sound, this wasn't at all difficult.

"Come on, Oscar," Barbara said tactfully, confiscating Pinto's gun. "Let's put this loser with the others."

"Right, major," Oscar replied. "There's a guy out here with a couple of bullets in his leg we ought to see about, too. Hey, did you see those big assault drones flying around? Man, I was scared there for a minute."

"Yeah," the blonde agreed as they walked off toward the lair. "I couldn't see very well, but it looked as though they just flew into the trees and crashed. I suppose there was a glitch in their obstacle avoidance programming or something. Lucky for us."

Martin held Jennifer in his arms, his hands caressing the upper curves of her butt as she lifted her face to his. "Yeah... lucky for us," he repeated as he kissed her, knowingly.


>>>the end
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It seems that Centurion had made a wonderful attempt, which trying to depict Fuchsia Fox’s personality without her costume. To tell the truth, I think this kind of idea seems impossible for many superhero story or comic creators because the uniform stands for the title of a hero. Like Brownie and Graydon mentioned in their book “The Superhero Costume: Identity and Disguise in Fact and Fiction,” the costume for the superhero is inseparable because the prefix “super” usually not come from supernatural abilities, but from the division, by costume, of the natural and the extraordinary into private and public personas. That is to say, in many cases, such as Iron Man and Spiderman, the function of costume plays as the identity of a superhero — without the costume of superhero, a protagonist is merely an ordinary man or woman who wants to be a hero. As we find in "Turistas", there is a tremendous challenge to try a superheroine story without making the protagonist wears her costume in the story, and therefore Centurion made a fabulous work in this episode whether readers like this idea or not. While I am not a big fan of the idea superheroine not transform into "super ego", but I have to say this still a wonderful story which worth to read because it perfected the world of Fuchsia Fox.

By the way, I think updates part by part is better than post the whole story in one time -- it makes readers look forward to the next chapter of the story. Again, thanks to Centurion and Flirty’s work and hope to see the next story soon.


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It seems that Centurion had made a wonderful attempt, which trying to depict Fuchsia Fox’s personality without her costume. To tell the truth, I think this kind of idea seems impossible for many superhero story or comic creators because the uniform stands for the title of a hero. Like Brownie and Graydon mentioned in their book “The Superhero Costume: Identity and Disguise in Fact and Fiction,” the costume for the superhero is inseparable because the prefix “super” usually not come from supernatural abilities, but from the division, by costume, of the natural and the extraordinary into private and public personas. That is to say, in many cases, such as Iron Man and Spiderman, the function of costume plays as the identity of a superhero — without the costume of superhero, a protagonist is merely an ordinary man or woman who wants to be a hero. As we find in "Turistas", there is a tremendous challenge to try a superheroine story without making the protagonist wears her costume in the story, and therefore Centurion made a fabulous work in this episode whether readers like this idea or not. While I am not a big fan of the idea superheroine not transform into "super ego", but I have to say this still a wonderful story which worth to read because it perfected the world of Fuchsia Fox.

By the way, I think updates part by part is better than post the whole story in one time -- it makes readers look forward to the next chapter of the story. Again, thanks to Centurion and Flirty’s work and hope to see the next story soon.


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Hey Dodo, as always, thank you so much for your feedback!

Yeah, when I broached the idea with Centurion, he was not all that thrilled with the idea of a story where Jennifer doesn't actually don the Fuchsia Fox outfit. My angle was how interesting it would be for a whole story where she cannot actually transform for fear of her identity being outed. I think he pulled it off rather well. Glad to see you think so, too. :)

As for posting, I differ from you, in that I very much like the whole story to be posted at once, rather than in instalments. Yes, instalments can build excitement and anticipation for the next part, but by the same token, instalments run the risk of losing a readers attention.

I am an instant gratification girl, though … I like to binge watch at my leisure, so I am not made to painfully wait for what is next. With an ongoing series like the Fuchsia Fox has become, I think of each story as being an "episode", so in this respect, you can still wait with great anticipation and excitement, waiting for yours truly to get off of her tushy and post the next story (episode or chapter, as it were). :)

Anyway, thank you again. I just LOVE the detail of your reviews. Amazing!
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dodosony wrote:
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While I am not a big fan of the idea superheroine not transform into "super ego", but I have to say this still a wonderful story which worth to read because it perfected the world of Fuchsia Fox.

By the way, I think updates part by part is better than post the whole story in one time -- it makes readers look forward to the next chapter of the story. Again, thanks to Centurion and Flirty’s work and hope to see the next story soon.
I think dodo found the words I was trying to look for regarding the lack of costume. Not really my thing, but I do think it was almost like an essential part of the ongoing Fuchsia Fox story, to fill things out with this piece. So, although not my thing, I enjoyed the story. I'm looking forward to getting back to regular costumed adventures, though.

Regarding how the story is posted, I prefer it being posted all at once, if only for the simple fact that I forgot at one point a couple of key facts about what had happened before, due to the gap in time, and had to scroll up to refresh my memory.
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scwank wrote:
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dodosony wrote:
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While I am not a big fan of the idea superheroine not transform into "super ego", but I have to say this still a wonderful story which worth to read because it perfected the world of Fuchsia Fox.

By the way, I think updates part by part is better than post the whole story in one time -- it makes readers look forward to the next chapter of the story. Again, thanks to Centurion and Flirty’s work and hope to see the next story soon.
I think dodo found the words I was trying to look for regarding the lack of costume. Not really my thing, but I do think it was almost like an essential part of the ongoing Fuchsia Fox story, to fill things out with this piece. So, although not my thing, I enjoyed the story. I'm looking forward to getting back to regular costumed adventures, though.

Regarding how the story is posted, I prefer it being posted all at once, if only for the simple fact that I forgot at one point a couple of key facts about what had happened before, due to the gap in time, and had to scroll up to refresh my memory.
Hey scwank, similar to my reply to Dodo, I so very much look forward to and appreciate your reviews.


To both Dodo and scwank, here's Centurion's reply to your comments …

"Personally, I agree with both of you. It's not really a superheroine story without the costume. Some essential part of her is missing without it. But Flirty suggested the idea as just a change of pace, and I must say it turned out pretty well.

Centurion"
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Took me a while to finally get back to this and read its conclusion. Most satisfying. I'm a superheroine in costume kind of guy but this was a terrifically handled change of pace. So thanks to Flirty for suggesting it and to Centurian to pulling it off with such flair.

So, I use drones in my latest story and not so coincidentally Centurian uses drones in his story. Hmmm. I suppose imitation is the finest form of flattery. LOL. I think that Supergirl in my story got worked over much worse by the drones she confronted. In fact, I was hoping that Jennifer inhaled more of that gas than she did. Nothing better than a collapsing heroine from a sneak ko gas attack.

Nevertheless, the various fight scenes you did provide were captivating and the matching up of Jennifer and Oscar was a nice twist. Very enjoyable story start to finish.
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DrDominator9 wrote:
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Took me a while to finally get back to this and read its conclusion. Most satisfying. I'm a superheroine in costume kind of guy but this was a terrifically handled change of pace. So thanks to Flirty for suggesting it and to Centurian to pulling it off with such flair.

So, I use drones in my latest story and not so coincidentally Centurian uses drones in his story. Hmmm. I suppose imitation is the finest form of flattery. LOL. I think that Supergirl in my story got worked over much worse by the drones she confronted. In fact, I was hoping that Jennifer inhaled more of that gas than she did. Nothing better than a collapsing heroine from a sneak ko gas attack.

Nevertheless, the various fight scenes you did provide were captivating and the matching up of Jennifer and Oscar was a nice twist. Very enjoyable story start to finish.
Hey DrD, thank you for the follow-up review.

I think the use of the drones was an idea born out of a suggestion by Dodosony about little tiny swarm attack drones. Centurion didn’t quite go that suggested route, instead opting for more conventional drones, but similarity to drones in your Military Excersise story are purely coincidental, for C’s story was actually written and given to me to edit long before your story made it’s appearance :).

Oh, before I forget, here’s Centurion’s response ...

Yeah. If my premise had been that the villains were gunning for a superheroine, the drones would probably have had a lot more firepower. As it was, all they had to deal with was the occasional army patrol wandering through the jungle hunting for smugglers. My task was limited because I was trying to think of something that would be a challenge and at the same time something she could deal with without changing into costume. No easy task.

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I just wanted to say that it wasn't my intention to put either you, Flirty, or Centurian on the defensive about the drones. It was merely a sort of winking joke there. I thought the story was magnificent and a worthy addition to the extensive catalog of team Centurian.
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Another fantastic story. Unfortunately my English is not good enough to allow me to comment. Also for the same reason I need a lot of time to read. But Jennifer is perfect for my taste. So sweet, lithe, feminine. My hope is that in the future she will be more and more often forced to confront female rivals. But you can not have everything ...
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Krispin, thank you for making the effort to read the stories and reply. It's really appreciated and I am glad that you are enjoying the Fuchsia Fox stories!

Dr.D, no offense taken and C's and my responses not meant to come off as defensive. It's all good, darlin! :x
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