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Hey everybody, here's the next story from the backlog of stories Centurion has sent to me. Once again, I am so sorry it has taken me so long to go through and edit it and post it. Hopefully you will have found the wait to be worthwhile and I hope you all like it and find it to be as exciting as much as I did! Also, as always, please do share your comments!
Flirty
Fuchsia Fox: "Rumble in da 'Hood"
Prologue -- Washington, D.C.
"Good night, George. See you tomorrow." Jennifer Traylor Fletcher slipped out through the rear entrance of the National Archives as the security guard held the door open for her.
"Good night, ma'am," George replied, his 50-year-old eyes admiring the twentysomething girl's fresh, youthful beauty. She was wearing a white linen blouse, open at the collar to give a mouth-watering glimpse of her smooth, swanlike neck. Her dark brunette hair fell luxuriously over her shoulders. Below the waist, she wore a dark skirt with some kind of floral print, short enough to show off her long, sexy legs.
"'Night, George," added Diane Prescott, leaving at the same time wearing a clingy blue sweater dress which lovingly caressed her own shapely curves.
"Good night, ma'am." The guard stood holding the door open, his eyes respectfully following the seductive sway of two women's tight rear ends as they walked down the steps toward the parking lot.
"Do you want a ride home?" Diane asked, taking her car keys out of her purse and chirping the door locks.
"No thanks," the other girl responded with a smile. "See you tomorrow."
As Diane got into her car and drove off, Jennifer dialed her phone. It was a little after nine o'clock -- a very late night she and Diane had spent working to get the new website squared away. Hopefully her husband hadn't fallen asleep watching the basketball game.
"Hey, Angel!" Martin said, picking up on the third ring. "Don't tell me you're still at work."
"We... uh... just got done," the girl replied breathlessly as a tide of heat seemed to sweep through her body at the very sound of his masculine voice. A lot of people had told her that your libido began to cool off in your late twenties as you approached thirty. For Jennifer, it seemed to be the opposite. Some days she felt as horny as a teenager. Even some of the men she met in the course of her job aroused tender feelings, leading to some inner speculations about how big they were. Today had been one of those days. She had hardly been able to keep her mind on work, counting the hours until she could be alone with Martin.
"Great!" he said. "I can't wait to tear your clothes off and... well, I can't really tell you on the phone what I want to do."
Jennifer bit her lower lip. Actually, there was one other thing she had been itching to do all day almost as much as getting boned by her husband. "Hold that thought, darling," she said, an erotic blush on her cheeks. "I thought I'd go cruising for a little while first. Build up my appetite."
"In the Suit?" he replied with a slight tremor of lust in his voice. They both knew what that meant. Patrolling the city as her super-sexy alter ego, Jennifer often came across crimes and other dangerous situations. The rush of adrenalin often made her randy as hell, adding spice to their carnal fantasies that kept them making sweet love all night long.
"I'll order take-out," Martin said. "Don't be too long."
"Let's say an hour, maybe an hour and a half," she said. "I love you."
It wasn't easy in the middle of Washington D.C. to find any spot that wasn't covered by CCTV cameras. Making use of her position as assistant curator of the National Archives, Jennifer knew them all -- for instance the one adjacent to the pedestrian underpass that crossed Pennsylvania Avenue. There was a barely noticeable flash of light as her clothes disappeared, replaced by her sensuously revealing Fuchsia Fox costume. The sexy young superheroine stood for a moment, feeling the clingy Zumerian fabric of her outfit caressing her nubile body like a second skin. Then she glided silently upward into the sky to see what the night would bring.
***
Chapter 1 –
A skinny, eighteen-year-old boy ran along the narrow alleyway, his ears pounding with his own heartbeat and with the echoes of his footfalls as he dodged trash cans, stumbling over empty beer bottles in the dark, until he abruptly emerged into the lights of Leighton Street.
Oh shit! he thought. The boy didn't dare pause to catch his breath as he rushed down the street, hoping to lose himself among the shabby people loitering in front of the bars, porn video stores and strip clubs. But to run in the jungle is to invite notice, even an urban jungle like this one. Hostile eyes turned toward him as he brushed past their owners. Two men smoking cigarettes in front of the strip club tossed aside their butts and moved to cut off his escape. The boy changed course, swerving directly across the street, almost knocking over a couple of young, scantily-clad hookers standing on the edge of the road.
"Hey jerky boy!" the girls jeered. "Kiss my ass!"
The boy weaved his way through the cars that were slowly cruising past, his lungs burning painfully. He was almost to the other side when he was illuminated by a pair of bright headlights. The muscle car swerved around the corner ahead of him, smoke boiling from its rear tires as it charged down the middle of the street. The boy did an about face, bolting along the sidewalk toward the nearest alley on this side.
The crowd along the other side of the street set up a cheer in anticipation as the car bore down upon him. Was it going to run him down before he made it to the alley?
At the last second, the skinny boy did a forward dive, disappearing into the dark entrance of the alley as the car skidded to a stop, and someone in the back seat opened fire with a handgun. POP!-POP!-POP! The car sped off again, making for the next cross street, while the two men from the strip club ran across Leighton Street and down the alley in pursuit.
The skinny boy kept running, ripping his jeans and his loose-fitting hoodie on unseen obstacles as he negotiated the narrow alley. The stench was horrible. He had no idea where he was or where he was going. Too terrified to think ahead, he only knew that he had to run for his life.
The end of the alley opened into a vacant lot. The boy squeezed through a gap in a chain link fence, tearing his hoodie and leaving it behind. POP! Another gunshot! The boy ran blindly, feeling knives of pain in his lungs, his breath rasping as he passed through a small playground, crossed a shabby basketball court and quite suddenly smacked headlong into another chain link fence! The headlights of the muscle car illuminated him again as he turned around, gasping for breath.
"That's enough of that running crap, Sewer-rat!" said a malicious voice.
The headlights flicked off, leaving only the car's parking lamps and the relatively dim streetlamps to light up the scene. Four shadowy figures appeared, spaced out in a line and cutting off every avenue of escape.
Carlton Seward, nicknamed Sewer-rat, felt his young life flash before his eyes as he recognized the four hoodlums, starting with Jock, who was the size of a pro football linebacker, then Lavant, Malik, and finally the new king of Leighton Street, Tavarus Clyburn. "I'm--I'm--I'm sorry, Mr. Tavarus!" the boy pleaded. "I'll pay it back, I swear I will!"
"Sorry don't cut it, slim," said Lavant, thrusting out his automatic pistol at arm's length, holding it sideways. "We gots to make a example of you, so's other dipshits don't try holding out on Tavarus. Nothing personal, see?" He grinned as his thumb pulled back the hammer of his pistol with a click.
Suddenly it seemed as if a brilliant bolt of blue lightning stabbed downward out of the sky right in their midst. The five men were briefly taken by surprise by the glare, stumbling backward a pace or two. As their eyes readjusted, they were astonished to see a girl standing in between the four hoods and their victim.
She was a beautiful white girl, with luxurious brunette hair cascading around her smooth shoulders. Her arms were clad in elbow length gloves, her silken legs bare except for ankle boots. Her long, lean, flawless body was dressed in a purplish pink costume. Tight briefs clung to her alluring waist and firm little tush, while above her slender abdomen a halter top caressed her marvelous chest, displaying a triangular fox-head emblem across the gentle swell of her sweet B-cups.
"It's a chick in spandex!" said Lavant, his eyes roaming up and down her nubile form.
"That be the Queen of Costumes," said Malik on his other side, drawing his gun as well. "The Fuchsia Fox."
"She sho is a fox," said Jock.
"That's right," the superheroine said, planting her hands on her luscious hips. "I really don't want to get involved in you boys' little gang war, but I wouldn't want stray bullets flying around and hitting innocent bystanders. Why don't you guys back off?"
"It be none of your bidness what happens on Leighton Street, bitch," said Lavant, taking a step or two forward and pointing his gun right in her face. "Why don't you just haul your honey-sweet little ass outa here, before we hafta hurt you some? I know that I sho would love to yank them pants down and see what you got." He grinned, and the other three men followed suit.
The Fox felt a twinge of heat appear in her cheeks at the graphic nature of his threat. "You might try lightening up on the sarcasm, punk boy," she smirked. "Your guns don't frighten me at all."
"I was thinking more about my Big Gun!" Lavant laughed, aggressively thrusting his hips forward a couple of times. "Don't you want some of dat, Fox Sweetie? Maybe if you get down on your knees and suck my anaconda, we'll back off."
The Fox raised one aristocratic eyebrow. "One last chance, kids," the superheroine said. "Put the guns away, or I'll take them away from you. Your choice."
Tavarus drew his own gun, speaking for the first time. "I'd like to see that," he said. "I surely would like to see that."
"Your funeral," the Fox shrugged.
Her sylph-like body moved like a whirlwind. POP-POP-POP! went the guns, 9mm bullets whining as they skidded off her skin-tight, invisible force shield. The heroine grabbed Lavant's gun out of his grasp and bent the barrel into a horseshoe even as her lissome leg shot out and kneed him in the breadbasket. The Fox kept moving in a blur of speed, doing the same with Tavarus and Malik. Jock charged, his ham-like fist nearly connecting with her jaw, but the lovely young brunette caught his brawny arm, spun and flipped him with ease, throwing him against the chainlink fence.
It had only taken a few seconds. The four hoodlums were on the ground gasping for breath, their guns lying in a useless, broken pile.
"You guys ready to chill out now?" the Fox said smugly. Behind her, she could sense the skinny boy she had rescued untensing as he realized that he was safe. Now it was only a matter of--
WHOP! The heroine's head suddenly seemed to explode with stars as a two-by-four cracked her on the back of her skull. Dazed, the Fox stumbled forward a step or two, her brain feeling like mush. The boy she had rescued was still holding the board, ready to take another shot if he needed to, while Jennifer berated herself for unwisely relaxing her force shield, under the impression that she didn't need to worry about him, of all people, attacking her.
The four hoodlums were on their feet like a shot. "Whassup, bitch?" said Lavant as he reached for her. The Fox could barely stand, but she thrust out her fist, smacking him hard in the chest and throwing him back.
The same blow sent the heroine herself helplessly staggering in the opposite direction, straight into the arms of Jock, the big football player type. His brawny arms closed around her sleek, supple curves like a vise, his hands gliding upward over the firm, rounded hills of her two coconuts, brushing their upright nipples as they fastened around her slender neck. The Fox struggled, desperately trying to find the willpower to focus her powers, but everything was a blur. She felt his big hands tighten around her throat in a choke hold.
"Unnnnngh," the stunning super-lady gasped as her air was cut off. She kicked forward with her high heels, thrusting her body against her attacker, but he was built like a brick fortress and she had no leverage. The girl wriggled helplessly in his clutches, feeling the dark velvet cloak of unconsciousness stealing over her as she sagged into his arms.
"That be alright!" Lavant exulted, jumping to his feet. "Look what we done caught!" The other hoods gathered around, admiring the sexy super-girl's scantily clad body, lying limp and defenseless.
"Did I do good, Tavarus?" the skinny boy asked timidly. "Did I do alright?"
"You did fine, Sewer-rat," the new king of Leighton Street said. "You just won yourself a ten-day extension, to pay me back what you owe."
***
Chapter 2 –
The Fuchsia Fox dreamed that she was lying in a coffin. It was a dark, cramped, confined space. Her head bumped against one end of the enclosure, and she could feel the heels of her ankle boots touching the other end. By contrast the walls on either side seemed to tower several feet above her. The surface underneath her lissome young body felt like leather, but lumpy and extremely uncomfortable. The whole thing was rocking, jostling her from side to side. I wonder who the pall bearers are? the heroine thought disconnectedly. The least they could do was try to walk steady. And it would be nice if they could have waited until I was dead.
The darkness was suddenly interrupted by intermittent flashes of light, which hurt her head so that she to squint her eyes. Everything clicked into place -- she wasn't in a coffin; she was in the back seat of a car cruising down the street. As the car slowed to a crawl, faces of street people appeared indistinctly in the windows, looking down at her curiously as she passed.
Still the whole thing felt dreamlike and disjointed. The Fox began to suspect that she had been drugged. Yeah... given that she had fallen into the hands of a street gang, that was a good guess. Chloroform or maybe something even stronger. Her brain felt fuzzy. She couldn't think; she didn't want to think. Impertinent male hands were suddenly touching her body, rudely picking her up and carrying her across the street and through a doorway. People were clicking off pictures with their phones -- the oh so invincible Fuchsia Fox captured and enslaved by a gang of hoodlums -- but there was nothing she could do to resist. The beautiful superheroine merely closed her eyes and let herself drift off, waiting for her body to metabolize the drugs in her system.
Some unguessable time later, the Fox awoke fully. She was lying on her right side in a bed on fluffy white, freshly laundered sheets. Her neck felt stiff, her knees were bent almost double, and her slender arms were stretched behind her. As soon as the spunky superheroine tried to move, she could feel restraints on her body. Something that felt like heavy-duty nylon rope was wrapped around her creamy thighs, passing in between her legs to bind her ankles and keep her from straightening her legs out. The same rope coiled around her arms from the wrists halfway to her elbows, securing her arms together behind her and to her ankles. Another stiff coil looped tightly around her swanlike throat so that she could only turn her head from side to side. She was hog-tied in other words. To add insult to injury, there was a ball gag in her mouth.
"Mmmm," she moaned, as the erotic nature of her bondage momentarily overwhelmed her. This was much more than she had bargained for when she had set out tonight. Her skin felt moist and clammy with perspiration, her blood hot and almost singing with sexual arousal that made her feel weak and submissive.
The Fox definitely felt the Zumerian fabric of her gloves, boots, and briefs in contact with her satiny, sensitive skin, but the way she was lying, she fancied that her right boob was exposed and touching plain linen. Had her captors removed her halter top? The heroine tried to bend her face downward far enough to see, but her restraints prevented it.
She took a slow look around the room she was in. Apart from the bed, it appeared to be an office. There was an oak desk on one side with a computer and several expensive-looking knickknacks. A bookshelf along one wall was cluttered with magazines and DVD’s. The opposite wall held an enormous velvet painting of a beautiful nude black woman lying on a zebra-skin rug. Sitting in front of it was Lavant, leaning back in a chair with his feet propped up on the desk. Curiously, he didn't seem to be paying any attention to the Fox. There was something in his lap that he was toying with, but from her angle the superheroine couldn't tell what it was.
There were two doors, both with transparent windows. The one on the right-hand wall opened into what appeared to be a warehouse or something. Occasionally someone would walk by on some errand. The one on the left opened outdoors. Tavarus Clyburn could be seen through the window, talking to someone on his smart phone.
The first thing the Fox decided to do was test the give in these ropes. If it was nylon, it might stretch a little. Gently she tried to straighten her legs, and instantly the noose around her slender neck tightened painfully against her trachea, wringing a muffled grunt from her and making her immediately ease off. She tried to move her arms apart laterally and the same thing happened.
The superheroine had to admit, it was clever. Apparently, there was a thin metal cable wound along the rope in such a way that any pressure she applied went straight to her own windpipe. It didn't matter how strong she was, she'd strangle herself before the tough nylon rope gave. She let out a groan. Her helplessness only made her feel that much hornier.
Her movements had alerted Lavant that she was awake. He grinned lustfully at the sight of her, tied up and apparently helpless with her pert little breasts in full view.
"Yo, Fox Sweetie," he said. "It seem like you was talking some trash earlier, wasn't you? And look where it got you."
Jennifer's brown eyes glared sullenly. Deep inside, she felt pretty stupid for allowing that kid to whomp her on the head. That was the sort of thing a complete novice would do, not someone of her experience. Her lips tightened around edges of the ball gag, which was wet with her saliva.
"What? Did you say something?" he taunted. "I got something of yours. If you want it back, just say so." Teasingly he held up the thing that he was playing with in his lap. It was her fuchsia halter top, displaying her fox head emblem! She could even see two slightly rounded indentations in the fabric left by her B-cups.
The superheroine felt her cheeks grow hot with sudden embarrassment -- not just from being exposed, but from this thug having her uniform in his possession, putting his hands all over it. Involuntarily her entire body squirmed, trying to turn over on her side, but that inevitably made the cable tighten painfully on her windpipe.
"Dat's nice, dat is," Lavant said, shifting his feet off the desk and standing up. "I been waiting all this time for you to wake up." Dropping her halter top on the desk, he picked up his phone and aimed it at her.
The Fox quickly turned her head to the side, half burying her face in the sheets as he snapped a picture.
"Don't be shy now, girl," Lavant scolded, taking another picture. "I already got ten or twenty shots of your tits while you was asleep."
Oh no! This kept getting worse! Without the image enhancement effect of her halter top, she might be recognized as Jennifer Fletcher in those pictures!
The door suddenly opened as Tavarus came inside, still talking on his phone. "Don't give me no lip, D-man. Most of your old gang they work for me now... What do I want with money, fool? I got my own China white lab. I got money falling out my ass... What I want is some of those zap guns I seen Mr. K's men using. Ion rifles, is that what you call them? Thirty of them. If I have them, I don't have to worry about super-chicks coming around, nor cops neither... I don't know how much they cost. I don't care how much they cost. You tell Mr. K that's my price for this delicious white pussy. I'll talk to you again in an hour, and you better have an answer." He clicked off the phone.
Lavant respectfully stood to one side while Tavarus looked over the captured superheroine's sweet, scantily clad body from top to bottom as she lay hogtied and squirming on the bed. "Mmmm-mmm!" Tavarus said appreciatively. "They wasn't lying when they said you was a looker."
"This is the way I like all my chicks," said Lavant, "seen and not heard. Chicks drive me crazy with they yapping all the time. I wish I could just ball gag all of 'em, like I’ve done did to you."
The Fox could only lie there defenseless as they ogled her. Her pulse was racing, her pretty chest rising and falling seductively. She was thinking about the conversation she had overheard. "D-man"? Could that possibly be Demetrius Van Meter? If so, then "Mr. K" had to be Ignatz Kodosky, who was a major underworld figure around D.C., mainly in prostitution and human trafficking. The superheroine had been wanting to bring both of them in for a long time.
"Her titties could be bigger," Tavarus insuloted, as he circled behind the Fox. Resting his knees on the bed, he reached around her sleek young torso with and cupped her left breast. "But she sure got nice, thick nipples."
Jennifer tensed herself not to pull away, because it would only tighten that coil around her throat. Her silken skin seemed to tingle with electricity as she felt the gang leader's fingers kneading the supple, yielding flesh of her boob. What with her bondage and everything else, she couldn't deny that it somehow felt almost obscenely pleasant.
Tavarus leaned over her, touching her soft, pliant coconut with his lips, his mouth roaming over her soft orb and lightly sucking at her hard, erect nipple. The girl couldn't help squirming with pleasure as an involuntary surge of dampness made itself felt in between her creamy thighs. Tavarus hot mouth engulfed the tip of her rosebud, causing the captive heroine to let out an instinctive moan of heated arousal.
"Something you want to say, bitch?" he said, pulling back.
"Nnnnn!" The Fox couldn't even nod; she could only grunt around her gag, her doe-like brown eyes open in silent appeal.
"If I take off the gag, you're not going to give me no sass, are you?"
"Nnn! Nnn!" The heroine shook her head.
Tavarus reached over and undid the back of the gag, removing it.
"Who... who was that you were talking to on the phone?" the Fox asked breathlessly. "Was it Demetrius Van Meter?"
"What if it was?"
"Where can I find him?" the girl pressed.
"You a nosy bitch, ain'tcha?" Lavant said. "Ya know, boss," he said to Tavarus, grinning, "I can think of exactly ONE reason to want a chick's mouth open." He reached down to his crotch and slowly unzipped his pants.
"Oh no," the Fox said, her eyes wide open, her heart thumping. Slowly she shook her head. "No. Trust me, boys. That's not going to happen."
"We got some time to kill," Tavarus told her, unbuckling his own trousers. "Might as well get some service out of you before we have to give you up."
The Fox felt a tide of warmth spread over every inch of her exposed skin, the irises of her eyes growing wide as Tavarus and Lavant brought out their trouser snakes, holding their cocks in their hands like thick sausages. The sight of their maleness made the girl's body respond with a gush of submissive wetness in her coosh, which the heroine struggled desperately to ignore. This was neither the time and place to give in to her feminine desires and emotions.
"I'm telling you, guys," she said, struggling to keep her voice steady. "I'm not going to do it."
Tavarus tugged on the ropes binding the captured superheroine's wrists to her ankles, the action causing the noose around her smooth throat to tighten. "You'll do it or you'll choke," he said.
Together the two men shifted the Fox's body so that she was propped up on a pile of pillows with her face at about waist height. Grinning, they both moved in closer. The Fox felt the smooth, thick shafts of their gollywangers rubbing against her silky neck and shoulders from either side, moving ever closer to her mouth, while their hands fondled and squeezed her soft breasts.
This is it, she thought, with a sinking feeling in her stomach. There was no choice. She was going to have to--
Suddenly the door to the office was opened by one of the gang members. The thug paused when he saw what was going on, but rallied. "Sorry to interrupt, boss," he said. "DVM is here."
Demetrius Van Meter shoved the thug aside and appeared in the doorway.
***
Chapter 3 –
Demetrius was a handsome man, wearing a pale violet shirt with puffy sleeves, over black jeans and Wellington boots, an outfit that made him look a little bit like a pirate. Beneath the open front of his shirt, a couple of gold chains could be seen against his burly chest, in addition to a sort of knob-like buckle centered over his breastbone which was the only visible sign of the power harness he wore hidden under his shirt.
For a second, the Fuchsia Fox felt a little bit stunned by the unexpected sight of him, but she thought fast and turned her face away from him as though in shame.
"You're early," Tavarus commented, zipping his pants back up. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Did you bring the zap guns with you?"
"I wasn't far from this neighborhood when I got your call," Demetrius said, his eyes lingering on the delicious breasts of the sexy, half-naked superheroine cowering on the bedsheets in bondage. "I talked to Mr. K for a few minutes and we came to an agreement."
"What kind of agreement would that be?" Tavarus said belligerently. "Do I get my guns or don't I?"
"Let me explain something to you," Demetrius said, looking him face to face. "Ion rifles are manufactured by the government strictly for military and law enforcement. A few get stolen and become available on the black market from time to time, but Mr. K himself only has TEN of them. And he's not going to give them to a fool like you."
Tavarus bristled, but Demetrius held up a hand. "There is an alternative. Mr. K happens to have a contact in the ORCUS organization."
From her place on the bed, the Fox felt her pulse quicken. Oh great, not ORCUS again!
"Them crazy terrorists?" Lavant exclaimed. "Shit! What kind of deal is dat?"
"Those crazy terrorists," Demetrius said without looking at him, "have a plant in Uzbekistan that manufactures ion rifles, stun wands and electric staff weapons. And they also have a hard-on for the Fox. Right now, Mr. K is negotiating a deal that will benefit both of us."
Tavarus frowned. "That sounds alright I guess," he said grudgingly. "When are they coming down here?"
"They're not. We're going to them. The local faction of ORCUS is in a shamble right now after their last attempt on the White House. We're taking her to another faction in New York. I just have to make sure that it really IS the Fuchsia Fox you've captured."
"Oh Hell, D-man," Tavarus said, sounding a lot friendlier suddenly. "I wouldn't try to pull a stunt like that on you."
Demetrius smiled, but he still strode over to the bed. "Look up here, bitch," he ordered.
The Fox bit her lip. "I'd rather not," she said, facing into the pillow.
"I said look up here!" The big black man leaned over and grabbed the girl's chin, wrenching her face around.
"Surprise," she said sheepishly, knowing full well that Demetrius had never seen her without her image-enhancing halter top on. It had been relatively dark on the street where the other men had first seen her, so they may not have realized how different she looked without it.
The smile vanished from Demetrius' face as he let her drop back onto the bed and turned away. "That is NOT the Fuchsia Fox," he said accusingly.
"Whachu mean?" blurted Lavant. "Sho it is!"
"I've fought the Fuchsia Fox more than once," the big man said. "That is not her." He turned and strode toward the door in disgust.
"Hold up a second, D-man!" Tavarus said, grabbing his arm. "I don't know what kind of trick this bitch is trying to pull, but it really is her! I give you my word on that!"
The two men hesitated in the doorway to the warehouse, and Jennifer realized that she would never get a better chance. Concentrating, willing herself to ignore the pain of the tightening noose around her lovely throat, the spunky superheroine straightened her lithe, alluring body while at the same time she pushed her lissome arms outward. The tough nylon rope and the metal cable both snapped like kite string under the pressure of her super strength. It had been a clever arrangement, granted -- but it didn't take into account the power of her force shield which emanated from her body at skin level when she wanted it to.
The Fox immediately jumped to her feet, mentally summoning her halter top back to her. The sexy little Zumerian garment materialized on her chest, once again generating its image enhancement effect. Before Demetrius and Tavarus could react to her escape, the stunning superlady thrust out her hand and fired an energy bolt which hit both of them, blasting them through the doorway and into the warehouse.
Lavant fumbled an automatic pistol from the waistband of his jeans, but the Fox lunged, her left hand knocking his weapon away while the flat of her right smacked him in his chest like a battering ram, throwing him across the desk. "To tell you the truth," she said with a smug cock of her hips, "I could have broken out at any time. I just wanted to see what I could learn first."
Seeing Lavant's phone on the desk, Jennifer snatched it up. The clock on its face read 11:50 P.M. Oh my God is it that late? she thought. Martin's going to be so pissed! She tucked the phone into her briefs, then charged out the door into the warehouse.
There were about a dozen gang members scattered through the warehouse, a few of them women, but they were all caught by surprise, not sure yet what was going on. About ten yards away was a long table with a complex apparatus of distillation vats, gas burners, condensers and tubing. Nearby were racks of chemicals. This must be what Tavarus had meant by his "China white lab" -- his lab for cooking up opioids. That was going to be her first target.
POP!-POP! Tavarus had scrambled into a crouching position, firing his gun at her. Next to him, Demetrius was on his feet with both arms extended in front of him as two whip-like, titanium-steel tentacles emerged from their sheaths on the backs of his wrists.
"Some kind of disguise, was it?" he smirked. "You're full of tricks for a white chick."
"You don't know the half of it," the Fox replied, launching herself toward the two men like a sleek, sexy, spandex-clad missile. Evading Demetrius' groping metal whips, she slammed into his chest, her impact blunted by the force shield generated by his power harness, but still throwing him twenty feet into a stack of wooden crates.
The young heroine kept moving. Four gang members came running toward her firing Tec-9 rapid-fire pistols. The Fox hardly felt the bullets bouncing off her force shield as she tore through them like a whirlwind. BOOM! Someone fired a shotgun. She spun around with a flying back kick and dropped him, catching the weapon as it fell from his hand.
Taking aim at the drug manufacturing apparatus, the Fox fired the shotgun at it, pumping the action and firing shot after shot -- blowing holes in the vats, smashing glassware and tubing. One of the propane tanks on the gas burners blew, setting the whole thing on fire as the shotgun clicked on empty and she threw the gun into the mess.
"I'll gut you, bitch!" shouted a girl with dreadlocks wielding a samurai sword. The Fox swayed backward in the nick of time as the razor-sharp blade swished past less than an inch from her chest emblem.
"That's the Fuchsia Bitch to you," the saucy superheroine quipped as she dodged another slash, spun and caught the girl's wrist with a disarming move. The girl broke free and followed up with a high martial arts kick that connected with the Fox's chin, snapping her head back. As Jennifer pressed forward, the girl tried a roundhouse kick, but this time the heroine intercepted her foot and flipped her into a cluster of three other gangbangers who were moving in, bowling them all over.
The opioid apparatus was blazing, generating a toxic cloud as the nearby bottles of chemicals caught fire and exploded. The Fox didn't want to kill anybody with an overdose, so she took to the air, flying straight upward like a rocket and punching a big hole in the roof to vent the fumes.
Hovering above the building, Jennifer took out Lavant's phone. A quick check of the menu turned up the pictures he had taken of her while she had been bound and topless. Most of them concentrated on her naked boobs naturally, but in several her face was visible. The superheroine ruthlessly deleted all of the photos but one revealing one, in which her face was most visible. With a somewhat sly grin, she dialed a certain number and sent the picture as a text attachment. Then she deleted the photo, quickly found the Deleted Pictures folder and deleted that too, just to make sure.
There was still Demetrius to deal with. Gracefully the Fox let herself drop back and smash another hole in the roof of the warehouse, landing at a safe distance from the still burning opioid lab. Those gang members who were still conscious were running around in panic, trying to salvage what they could. No one seemed aware of her presence.
Suddenly an articulated titanium-steel cable came from out of nowhere, wrapping around the sexy girl's sleek torso and constricting tightly just underneath the swell of her succulent bosom. The Fox dropped the phone and did a backward flip, twisting out of the coil and narrowly avoiding the second whip as it cracked against the floor where she had been standing. Demetrius stepped into view twelve feet behind her, grinning with triumph.
"What you say, Fox Baby?" he smirked. "You about to go down."
"Not at your hands," the cocky superheroine replied, hurling herself into the air.
Demetrius' right-hand cable arched upward, looping once around the Fox's trim, sexy waist and jerking her downward. The girl managed to squeeze her slender frame out of its tightening clutches, somersaulting forward on the attack as his left cable darted at her head, forcing her to evade.
The plucky young heroine grabbed the articulated metal tentacle with both hands, firmly planting her ankle boots on the floor. The other cable blindsided her, snaking sinuously around the Fox's right leg, climbing that elegant silken stem like a vine, slithering up her inner thigh with a highly stimulating motion as it wrapped around her sylph-like waist. At the same time, the tentacle she was holding coiled around her glove-sheathed arms, encircling her lean body in its ardent serpentine embrace.
ZAP! Forty thousand volts suddenly arced through both whips, momentarily overpowering her force shield with a painful shock. The Fox hadn't been prepared for the double whammy. With a shuddering moan, the spunky superheroine dropped to her knees. ZAP! A second jolt followed the first causing her force shield to collapse entirely, as both tentacles constricted tighter around her vulnerable body, squeezing the dazed girl rapidly into unconsciousness.
"I'll kill her!" Tavarus shouted, wildly waving his gun. "Do you see how much that bitch cost me?" The warehouse was burning so fiercely that no one could get close enough to fight the flames. All the gang could do was grab what they could and scatter before the fire department arrived.
"Slow down, homeboy," Demetrius said, retracting his cables back into their sheaths. "Think about it. Dead she ain't no good to anybody. We'll sell her to ORCUS, and she'll be a harem girl or something for the rest of her life. That will be a living hell for her. Plus, we get paid for it. What do you say?"
***
Chapter 4 –
As midnight approached, Martin Fletcher began to get worried in earnest. It wasn't that Jennifer had never been out this late. On moonlight summer nights it wasn't unusual for her to cruise as far as the Blue Ridge Mountains to the west or the Atlantic Ocean to the east, and on those nights she sometimes lost track of the time. But when Jennifer said, "an hour and a half", she meant an hour and a half. He began to suspect that she might have gotten tangled up in something.
He called the Metropolitan Police Department and asked for Lieutenant Caldwell, inquiring in a casual way if anything major had gone down tonight. Receiving a negative answer, he called the Pentagon Situation Room, identified himself to the duty officer, and asked if there were any significant terrorist threats that they were watching tonight. Once again, he was assured that all was quiet. He considered calling Jill Owens at Homeland Security, but decided against it.
He checked Jenn's cell phone for messages, including the secure one which connected her with contacts in the Justice Department, the FBI and the NSA. The only messages were from Dora Porteous, inviting her to another Club X party.
Martin was trying to decide who else to try when his phone rang. He frowned as he saw the caller's identification. "Mr., er... Winston?" he said, using the alias a little self-consciously.
"Martin!" said a cheerful voice. "I received an interesting text a few minutes ago from a phone number I'm unfamiliar with. My people just ran it down, and it belongs to a small time hood named Lavant Quinten Jones. He has a police record for drug dealing and assault."
Martin frowned, unable to see what this had to do with anything.
"There was a picture attached to it," the other man continued, "showing the Fuchsia Fox bound and gagged. The text reads 'Wish you were here.' And it's signed 'Angel'. What do you make of that?"
Martin thought about it. Angel was his pet name for Jennifer. But why would Jennifer send a message like that? And why to Thomas Westerton and not to him? Then the answer dawned on him -- because Thomas Westerton owned one of the biggest telecommunications companies in the country. If anyone could trace the location of a call from a cell phone, it would be him.
"I think I'd better come over," Martin said, heading for the door.
***
When the Fuchsia Fox came around this time, she was in the back of a panel truck, lying stretched out on a thick quilted blanket on top of what felt like a couple of low wooden crates, not much higher than knee height. She could hear the steady drone of the tires carrying the truck along the highway. The dome light was on overhead, giving her a look at the interior which had obviously been loaded hastily. A wry smile crossed her lips when she saw Tavarus' black velvet painting leaning against the wall to her right. Demetrius was sitting in a chair wedged into a corner, and Lavant was seated on the floor, playing some kind of game app on his phone.
The Fox's arms were stretched above her head, her wrists bound with a pair of heavy-duty manacles, attached together by a short, thick, rigid bar. The shackles themselves seemed to be fixed to the crate she was lying on by a short chain, and ropes bound her trim ankles. The spunky superheroine was about to flex her muscles and test the strength of the manacles when she suddenly recognized the design and stopped herself.
"That's right, Fox Baby," Demetrius said, standing up and looking down at her. "You remember them, right? A little present from our buds in the Guardsmen."
The manacles were designed to give the wearer a painful, debilitating energy jolt when more than ten pounds of pressure was put on the inner cuffs. It was the same general principle as Tavarus' hogtie method, but considerably more sophisticated. Jenn knew from bitter experience that her force shield wasn't going to be of any help to her this time.
"So where are we off to, D-man?" the Fox asked. "Is that what they call you now? D-man?"
"They call me DVM," Demetrius said, grinning, "like a rock star. Just my homeboys call me the D-man."
"I guess that lets me out then," the superheroine said with a sigh. "I'm only the chick who kicked your butt the three times we met before."
"But this time I nailed you solid," he pointed out. "This time, Princess, I got your high-and-mighty sweet little ass just where I want it."
The Fox fell into an embarrassed silence, her brown eyes roaming over the inside of the truck as if looking for some way out of her predicament. Her lean young body couldn't help squirming a little in her bonds, gently flexing at the chain that held her shackles to the crate.
Lavant jumped to his feet. "Dat was a mean trick erasing my pictures, Fox Sweetie! What did you have to go and do dat for?"
"Never mind that," said Demetrius, smiling ominously. "You'll just have to take some more. It's a long ride to New York." He unbuttoned his pirate shirt and took it off, revealing his power harness -- the metal sheaths of the two cables running from wrist to shoulder along the backs of both arms, and the X-shaped straps across his chest which connected the whole thing to the power unit in the small of his back.
The harness in no way detracted from the masculine allure of his wide, muscular shoulders and chest or his well-toned abs. The Fox bit her lower lip, savoring the sight of him. She had to give credit where due, in admiration of his sexy physique.
But... what was he doing now? Still grinning, Demetrius leaned down and untied her ankles. Pushing her silken legs apart, he slid in between them on his knees and slipped his fingers into the waist of her briefs on either side.
"You wouldn't dare!" the Fox gasped, a crimson flush appearing in her cheeks as she knew full well that there wasn't a heck of a lot she could do to stop him. "I mean it, Demetrius!"
"Fox Baby, you oughta know by now, there ain't much that I don't dare." The villain leaned back, in one smooth movement peeling her pants over her pert butt and down her creamy thighs. Jennifer could have fought back, could have kicked, but for some reason it just didn't occur to her. Before she knew it, her briefs were over ankles. Her captor tossed them to Lavant while his hands held onto her smooth calves, keeping her legs parted.
"Holy shit, dawg!" the other man said, gawking at the Fox's beautiful naked snatch, while sniffing her briefs, taking in her residual scent.
Demetrius darted forward suddenly, spreading the captive superheroine's thighs and diving in between her exquisite stems. The Fox gulped in surprise as his open mouth closed over her vulnerable coosh, sending an invigorating wave of heat rushing upward through her body. If she hadn't been dreaming about sex with Martin all day long, she might have fought it. As it was, her lungs gasped for air, her hips quivered with unexpected bliss as his lips sucked at the moist petals of her flower. His hot tongue probed along her slit, rubbing all around her clit in circles without actually touching it.
"Ohgod," Jennifer moaned, her body arching upward in response. "Don't... don't do that..." Tingles of electricity were racing up and down her legs, causing her spine to shiver with arousal. After a moment, his teasing mouth withdrew, letting his fingers take over, expertly massaging her g-spot while his lips planted open-mouthed kisses up and down the inside of her tender thigh. “Your voice says no, but your body is screaming yes, Foxy.”
After a couple of minutes of Demetrius’ expert attention, the heroine could feel her orgasm rushing up to her like a dangerous ocean riptide. Her eyes closed, waiting for it, steeling herself for it. But maddeningly, that was just when Demetrius deliberately pulled back. The Fox felt breathless with bitter disappointment as her climax stopped short of its peak, unfulfilled.
"Stay with me, Fox Baby," Demetrius said, undoing his trousers. His cock stood upright and proud, as thick as a sausage, the very sight of its manliness taking away what little breath the Fox had left. "This is where we get down."
He waited a moment longer for her climax to begin to fall off, then he leaned forward and gently positioned the knob of his anaconda at the opening of her slit. There he paused for a second as if to judge the tightness of its fit, while the Fox squirmed underneath him in frustrated ecstasy, biting her lip to keep from moaning out loud. Then he firmly sheathed himself home!
"Ohhhhhhhh," the Fox groaned, unable to hold it in. She could fight; she could resist. She had that choice. But with no prospect of freeing her hands, that struggle could only end with her exhaustion and ultimate submission. It was better this way, to simply surrender, take it in and get it over with.
The heroine felt Demetrius’ strong hands grabbing hold of her lissome waist, holding her steady as his torpedo began to pump in and out of her increasingly well-lubricated pussy. Each powerful thrust seemed to rock her body to its very foundations, setting up a sympathetic vibration which made her quiver all over. She felt his hands leaving her hips and moving upward along her alluring body, pulling her halter top up with them as he exposed her nubile little breasts. Her head lay back against the quilt. All she could do was lie there and take it, her arms restrained over her head by her shackles, defenseless and helpless to resist.
"You ready yet, Baby?" Demetrius panted in between strokes. "You ready to cum for me?"
The Fox nodded jerkily, unable to speak. And then it hit her like a typhoon, her climax peaking in a rush as her girl cum gushed around his rigid cock. Her partner climaxed a few seconds later, filling her deeply with his hot spunk. She could feel the tight walls of her vagina contracting around his shaft as if to squeeze out every drop. Jennifer lay back, panting with exhaustion as Demetrius pulled out, his massive chest heaving.
"Whoo-boy!" said Lavant, fiddling with his phone. It suddenly struck the Fox that he must have been snapping pictures or filming the whole time, and she honestly hadn't noticed!
"I tell ya, man," he said, "these pictures is going straight up on Instagram!"
Just then there was a rapping noise on the front bulkhead of the truck. Rap-rap-rap! Immediately after that, the truck abruptly slowed down. "We've arrived," said Demetrius, buckling up his trousers and putting his shirt back on.
***
Chapter 5 –
In fact there was still about twenty minutes of jerky stop-and-go as the panel truck negotiated street traffic, which wasn't particularly heavy at this hour of the morning. The two men, standing, braced themselves against the corners of the cargo area. Lavant used the time to upload and share his pictures. "Bing, bang, boom!" he said, giving the bound Fuchsia Fox a triumphant look.
Finally they felt the truck turn sharply into a driveway or something and come to a stop. There was a deep humming noise, while the truck shook gently as though it were going down in a freight elevator. Once again it moved forward and parked at last. The engine switched off.
Someone outside unlatched the cargo door and rolled it upward. The first thing they saw was ten ORCUS terrorists, dressed in their usual khaki trousers and black shirts, with black cloth wound around their heads to conceal all but their eyes. All ten of them were carrying ion rifles and tensely aiming them at the truck.
"Whoa! Chill out, brothers!" said Tavarus, hurrying around the side of the truck. He had been riding in the cab with the driver, where it was more comfortable and where he could receive driving directions from their contact.
"We were told that the Fuchsia Fox was in this truck," said one of the terrorists, lowering his rifle slightly, "and to be very careful of her."
"Relax," said Demetrius, hopping out of the back of the truck and pulling out the folding ramp. "We got her sweet little ass subdued and chained up nice and snug. You got the swag?"
"The what?"
"The zap guns," said Tavarus.
"That's not up to me," the terrorist said. "Operative 10 will be here shortly."
They were inside what seemed to be an underground parking garage where six or seven cars and SUV's were parked, with plenty of room for more. Ten or twelve more ORCUS operatives were busily going about tasks in the background. To one side was a large maintenance bay where another SUV was up on a hydraulic rack being serviced. Tunnels curved off to the left and right, leading into other parts of the complex. At one end was a pair of stainless steel elevator doors.
"where we at?" Lavant asked, suddenly.
"Jersey City," the terrorist answered, grudgingly.
The elevator doors opened and out walked another ORCUS terrorist, dressed exactly like the others except that his head cloth was of gold cloth rather than black. "You may address me as Operative 10," he said. "Do you have her?"
Without a word, Demetrius walked up the ramp and into the truck. He emerged a moment later, leading the Fox by the chain that was attached to her shackles.
The stunning superheroine paused at the top of the ramp to look around. Her brown eyes took in what she could see of the underground complex and the masked faces gazing up at her, holding their guns ready. The ORCUS operatives were silent, their eyes roaming over her slim, sleek, exquisitely female form, sheathed in that tight fuchsia halter top and briefs which she had summoned back to her the moment the truck stopped. Jennifer felt a momentary quiver of apprehension at being so outnumbered, making her heart hammer against her chest, but she fought it down bravely. She might be defenseless with her arms manacled in front of her, but the young heroine lifted her chin proudly, forcing her beautiful face into an arrogant, aristocratic expression.
"This ain't no photo op, Baby," said Demetrius, giving the chain a hard yank. The girl's slender body was jerked forward down the ramp, stumbling awkwardly on her high heels. At the bottom of the ramp, she fetched up against his solid male form and felt his arm slide smoothly around her waist, giving her an impertinent slap on her tight little caboose.
"At long last," said Operative 10, looking the captive heroine up and down. "It will be quite a feather in my cap to report her abduction to my superiors. I'm most grateful." He snapped his fingers and gestured. Two of his men trotted off down the left-hand tunnel and returned a moment later with a motorized a cart loaded with long, rectangular containers. One of the men undid the catches and opened the lid on the biggest container. Inside were ten ion rifles.
"Ten rifles, ten pistols, ten staff weapons, twenty stun wands," Operative 10 said. "This is a major chunk of my arsenal. But it's just the first installment, of course. The agreement is that you get another twenty pistols at the end of next month, when they become available. It takes time to smuggle the hardware into the country."
"That sounds okay by me." Tavarus said.
"My men will load you up," said Operative 10. "In the meantime, let me invite you upstairs for a drink. This is a special day for us. We're about to embark on a major operation."
He led them to the elevator, and a minute later they were standing inside a spartan office five stories higher. The building must have been pretty close to the shore of the Hudson River. It was around four o'clock in the morning and still pitch dark outside, but through the panoramic windows the lights of Manhattan could be seen glowing like a constellation across the dark gap of the river.
As Operative 10 poured glasses of whiskey for himself and the other three men, the Fox wandered over to the windows, still shackled by the wrists and watched by four guards keeping her covered with ion pistols. Martin had taken her to New York City once for a romantic weekend, and now Jennifer couldn't help wistfully thinking of that night as she tried to pick out landmarks in the distant skyline. Oh Martin, she thought, I wish I were with you now...
"Yes, enjoy the sight of freedom, Handmaiden of Satan," Operative 10 smirked. "There is a special machine we have been working on called the Psychotron, mainly with reference to our other great adversary, Wonder Woman. The machine will purge your brain of that unladylike feminist nonsense and restore in you a properly docile and slavish sexual subservience to men. We will be delighted to test it on you, before the Amazon herself inevitably falls victim to us, as well."
A shiver of apprehension turned the Fox's spine to ice at the thought of being brainwashed and made into a sexual slave. But for the sake of her own self-respect, the beautiful young superheroine couldn't let on that she was frightened. Desperately she tried to think of something defiant.
"Gosh! Me a stand-in for Wonder Woman?" she said lightly. "I'm flattered, sparky, but I'd just as soon not."
"Keep that insolent tongue still!" Operative 10 ordered. He bore down upon her, his left hand snatching up the chain that hung from her manacles, raising her arms and pressing her back against the window glass. With his free hand, he drew an object like a long swagger stick from his belt. The business end of it sparked and snapped like a Taser as he applied it to the girl's smooth, bare, unprotected midriff.
"Ahhhhh!" the Fox cried, grimacing in pain as 10,000 volts arced over her lissome frame. The muscles in her arms jerked involuntarily and triggered the shock wave built into her shackles, making itself felt all the way down her elegant legs. The heroine almost doubled over, unable to stand, but her attacker shoved her back, keeping her sylph-like body pinioned against the window.
"If my hands were free," she hissed breathlessly, "I'd shove that thing down your throat."
The terrorist jabbed her abdomen again with the shock prod. ZAP! "Are you going to get smart with me again, hussy?" he demanded. "Are you?"
"OHGOD!" the girl moaned, as every exquisite sinew in her body seemed to tremble with agony. "No! No! I'll be quiet! I promise!"
"See that you do." Operative 10 released her and stepped back, allowing the Fox to drop weakly to her knees. "That's where you belong in the presence of a man, on your knees. Remember that."
Demetrius, Tavarus and Lavant gulped down their drinks. "Man, these dudes is way too serious," Lavant murmured to the other two.
"Now, gentlemen," their host said. "I haven't yet told you about our plans for the morning, have I? You saw the men downstairs, preparing vehicles and weapons to move at dawn. Six attack units are planned, each of them striking at multiple targets as time permits -- banks and jewelry stores mostly. The main aim being to undermine American confidence in their financial system, and the secondary aim to acquire funds for our continued operations. I anticipate that there will be very little resistance in the shock following our Primary Strike."
"What do you mean by your Primary Strike?" asked Demetrius.
"That's the best part," Operative 10 said, punching a button on the desk and activating a plasma screen. The image appeared to be an aircraft hangar, where technicians were busily working on three fifteen foot long, one-man gyrocopters, loading rocket pods and missiles onto them.
"The hangar you see is located on the level directly below this one," the terrorist continued. "It has taken us an entire year to smuggle the parts in and assemble them. The aircraft will launch at dawn, carrying enough ordnance to destroy their target. Once it crumbles to the ground, New Yorkers will be devastated. That alone will be worth it, even if the rest of the operation fails."
"What target are you talking about?" asked Tavarus.
Operative 10 smiled, looking out the window. "You can't quite see her from here. The most brazen icon of female insolence in the world. I'm talking about the Statue of Liberty. We're going to bring Lady Liberty herself to her knees."
***
Chapter 6 –
The phone on the desk beeped. Operative 10 picked up the handset and listened for a moment. "Excellent news," he said, putting it back in its cradle. "Our European field office reports that Wonder Woman has been seen in Paris. And our Chicago field office reports that Supergirl is there. That means there are no insufferable superheroines in New York to give us any trouble."
None except me, thought the Fuchsia Fox, on her knees and in shackles.
"Dawn is at 5:51," the terrorist continued. "That gives us an hour and forty minutes. Would you gentlemen like to stay for the fireworks?"
The three gang members looked at one another. Demetrius spoke for them. "I think it would be better if we were on our way back to Washington before then. You guys are going to stir up a hornet's nest."
"You're probably right," Operative 10 agreed smugly, finishing his drink. He turned to the four guards. "Take the girl down to the Psychotron Chamber," he ordered. "I'll join you shortly. We'll begin the procedure right away."
The Fox didn't want to be manhandled, so she quickly struggled to her feet and allowed the four thugs to escort her at gunpoint to the elevator. The other men watched as she stepped into the car with them and the door closed between them.
"Damn shame," Demetrius said, with a distinctive hint of regret in his tone. "I'm going to miss that hot piece of ass around Washington."
***
The elevator descended. The Fox stood casually in the center of the car, her aloof gaze directed upward toward the ceiling as if politely ignoring the four men who had her surrounded with guns trained on her sleek, sexy, scantily-clad body, and acting as if this sort of thing happened to her every day.
The stunning superheroine could sense the men's restlessness. During the ride up to the office, they had been under the eye of their leader plus the three visitors, and had therefore been on their best behavior. Now it was just the four of them alone with one incredibly nubile female with a face and a body like a goddess. Jennifer could feel their eyes on her charms -- her alluring shoulders, her succulent breasts, her curvy hips, her tempting tush, her glamorous gams -- all enhanced by the effect of her skimpy Zumerian costume. She could almost hear their hearts beating, almost hear them sweating, almost feel their cocks swelling up inside their pants as they thought about how much they'd like to put them inside of her. The corners of her mouth twitched into a confident smile.
"You know, guys," the Fox said, breaking the tension suddenly, still with her eyes on the ceiling. "I almost feel sorry about this."
"Sorry about what, babe?" one of the men asked, licking his lips.
The heroine suddenly spun like a whirlwind, smacking her manacled wrists into the midsection of the thug to her right. As he went down, her sensational silken stems were already kicking out behind her, striking two other thugs in the balls and in the chest. The fourth man fired his ion pistol at point blank range. Like lightning, the Fox brought her wrists up, taking the energy beam on her manacles and splitting them down the middle. As her shackles dropped to the floor in pieces, the sexy superbabe nimbly somersaulted over him, her flawless legs wrapping around his neck and choking him into unconsciousness.
"That," the Fox said smugly, landing on her feet.
Ding! The elevator door opened on the ground floor, facing into a wide corridor where four more goons were waiting. Seeing the superheroine standing there freed of her restraints, they brought up their ion rifles and opened fire. The impact of each energy beam on Jennifer's svelte, force shield protected body felt about like the punch of a fist -- she could stand it as long as she was braced for it, but a lucky shot to her head could potentially knock her out. Wasting no time, she went on the offensive, charging straight through the barrage and scattering the four men like bowling pins. Once the girl was up close, she disposed of the four with a flurry of kicks and punches.
Just then an alarm sounded. Operative 10's voice came over the loudspeakers: "The Fuchsia Fox has escaped her bonds! Units three and four converge on Level One! The rest of you proceed with Operation Liberty! Pilots launch your strike at the Primary Target NOW!"
Oh shit! The Fox heard running footsteps and spun around quickly toward the elevator, but the doors had already closed on her. The spunky superheroine found the door to the stairs and wrenched it open, flying straight up the stairwell, floor after floor, to the hangar level.
She arrived just in time to see the last of the three gyrocopters launch through the hangar doors with a roar of engines. The doors faced east toward Manhattan, and she could see the red running lights of the three aircraft as they sped away toward the river, banking right in the direction of the Upper Bay, where Liberty Island stood. The Fox tensed her body to fly in pursuit.
Suddenly a titanium steel cable wrapped around her right ankle, snaking up her smooth calf and yanking her back off her feet. The heroine dropped face first to the floor, rolling over quickly and rising to a crouch. "Let me go, Demetrius!" Jennifer glared. "I've got to stop them!"
"I don't give a crap about the Statue of Liberty," the black man sneered, stepping off the elevator. "All I know is your sweet little ass is again up for grabs."
Demetrius swept his left-hand cable towards her gorgeous chest, trying to encircle her, but the Fox ducked under it in the nick of time, grabbing the articulated metal in her gloved hands. Planting her ankle boots, the heroine gave it a jerk, lifting her adversary off the floor, swinging him across the hangar and straight through a plyboard interior wall.
The Fox turned desperately toward the still open hangar doors, but Demetrius wasn't finished. His right-hand cable whipped out, looping around the heroine's sylph-like waist and pulling her back. Jennifer struggled in the cable's tight embrace, unraveling it just enough to squeeze herself out again before the other one could entrap her legs. Tumbling forward, she advanced on her attacker with a kick to his chest. His own force shield absorbed a good deal of the impact, but the remaining force of the blow was enough to drop him on his back. The Fox was on top of him before he could get up, grabbing the collar of his pirate shirt and drawing back her fist.
"I'm getting a little tired of you," the heroine said. "Stay down!"
"Never happen, Fox Baby," Demetrius smirked, as his left cable stretched outward and hooked around a spare helicopter engine which was hanging in chain slings from a pulley system attached to the ceiling. He yanked it toward him. The engine glided along the rail and hit the Fox -- SMACK! -- right in between her shoulder blades, knocking the beautiful young heroine off her feet and sending her sprawling to the edge of the open hangar doors, right next to the four story sheer drop.
The Fox rolled over, slightly dazed, feeling the cold morning breeze blowing in from the river. Before she could move, Demetrius' two metal cables had ensnared her wrists, pinioning her to the floor on her back, and the man himself was looming over her.
"Here we are again, Fox Baby," he said, grinning as he kneeled between her legs. "Just like old times." His hands reached down and caressed her defenseless torso, squeezing her firm coconuts through the front of her halter top.
Up came her two silken legs, wrapping around his waist, flipping him over her and through the open doors. The villain scrabbled at the edge but missed, plunging four stories into the cold waters of the canal which ran at the base of the building.
The Fox had no time to worry about him now. Like a rocket, she launched herself into the early morning sky, hot in pursuit of the three terrorist aircraft.
***
The leader of the Strike Force adjusted his headset, glancing to his left and to his right at the other two gyrocopters in formation with him. "Coming up on target," he said, seeing the Statue up ahead on its plinth, glowing green in the floodlights that illuminated her. "We'll lead with the rocket pods first, aiming at chest level or higher. On our second pass, we'll fire the missiles into her base. That should bring her down. Copy?"
"Strike 2, roger," replied the wingman on his left.
"Strike 3, ro--" said the wingman on his right, just as a narrow blue laser beam sheared off his main rotor, sending the aircraft spinning out of control toward the waters of the bay.
A sleek, beautiful female form shot past like an arrow. "Evasive action!" the leader screamed.
The remaining two gyrocopters separated, one turning left and the other right as they made wide arcs around the Statue of Liberty. The leader watched as the Fox went after the other wingman. He saw the pilot open up with his .30 caliber machineguns, then his rocket pods. A moment later there was an explosion as the copter blew apart in mid-air.
The Fuchsia Fox turned grimly toward the leader's aircraft, which had made a wide turn over Liberty Park and was now approaching the Statue from its front, the seaward side. The superheroine soared over the statue's left shoulder, feeling goosebumps all over her bare skin.
The gyrocopter opened fire with its rocket pods four hundred feet out, spitting a twin barrage of over twenty 2-inch free-flight rockets trailing tongues of flame. Jennifer's heart leaped into her throat, but if she evaded, the rockets would hit Lady Liberty! All she could do was reinforce her force shield to maximum and pray. The lissome young heroine winced as she felt the multiple impacts battering her alluring body, forcing her steadily backward until she slammed into the green copper skin of the statue itself. And then the copter was zooming past, banking to the north.
The Fox was perched on the Statue's breast, hanging onto a fold of her robe and feeling as though she had been run over by a truck. She wasn't even certain that she could fly right now. And yet here came the aircraft again for another pass. KACHOOM!-KACHOOM! The two much larger, radar-guided missiles slung under the copter's body fired, aimed straight at the Statue's left profile.
Jennifer extended her arm, activating her disintegration beam, watching those blue beads appear around the rim of her bracelet. Carefully she took aim -- she was only going to get one shot -- held her breath, and fired. The disintegration beam lanced out, detonating both missiles sixty feet away. The pilot of the copter blinked in astonishment and then struggled to pull up, clipping the Statue's upraised torch in passing. The aircraft spun out of control and crashed into the bay.
The superheroine lay back, looking up at that impassive female face towering above her. "Thanks," she breathed.
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Tavarus and Lavant got out of the elevator at the basement level, where they found the ORCUS people scrambling to load their SUV's for the ground assault. "Where be the D-man?" Lavant asked.
"The D-man can look after hisself," Tavarus said with no trace of sympathy. "I'm getting the fuck outa here." Together they piled into the cab of their panel truck along with their driver. The freight elevator was too slow, so they followed the signs up the ramp that led to the ground level. The big garage door slid upwards with a hum as they got ready to hit the gas.
Immediately they were blinded by several brilliant spotlights shining right in their eyes. "THIS IS THE FBI!" shouted a voice through a bullhorn as shadowy figures in body armor moved in on them. "WE HAVE THE BUILDING SURROUNDED! THROW DOWN YOUR WEAPONS AND PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!"
"Oh crap!" said Lavant, as they all raised their hands.
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Epilogue –
The Fox returned to the building and found it occupied by a small army of FBI and Homeland Security agents. As she strolled into the office on the top floor, Operative 10, unmasked and disarmed, was in the process of being handcuffed. Four or five law enforcement officers were in the room, and all eyes turned to the stunning superheroine, including those of a good-looking man wearing blue jeans and a tan t-shirt. Jennifer's own heart seemed to skip a beat at the sight of him.
"Well, Captain Fletcher," she said, as casually as she could manage. "I see you got my message."
"Er, yes we did," Martin replied, seeming to be just as flustered as she was. "We did. And that was a very... clever method you used to send it."
"I don't know how you did it, Ms. Fox," one of the FBI agents said. "This is going to be a major blow to ORCUS, thanks to you. And Captain Fletcher, please convey our thanks to Mr. Westerton for passing on the information."
"I certainly will, Agent Malone," Martin said. "Oh, and that reminds me... there may be a prisoner named Lavant Q. Jones. Mr. Westerton has reason to think that he may have classified information on his cell phone, and he'd appreciate it if the phone were turned over to me first before anyone else looked through it. I'll delete any classified material and give it back to you."
Malone seemed to ponder the request, then he grudgingly nodded. "I think that would be alright. I'll see to it."
At last Martin and the Fox were alone for a few moments. "What about the pictures on Instagram?" Jennifer whispered.
"Thomas had his people freeze the account the second he uploaded, so hopefully none of his followers would have had a chance to see or capture the pics." Martin whispered back, as his hand stole gently around her supple waist. "I understand now why you sent the message to Thomas and not to me."
The Fox stifled a yawn. "If I'd sent it to you, you would have taken it to the Pentagon. They would have wanted to know where you got the phone number, and you wouldn't have had a good answer, unless you showed them the picture. I could have sent it to Dora, I suppose, but she would have just thought I was sending her a kinky message and wouldn't have done anything. I assumed that Thomas would call you, and together you'd figure out that I needed you to trace the call and send in the cavalry." She yawned again. "What time is it? I'm going to be a mess at work tomorrow."
"Thomas loaned me one of his jet-copters," Martin said, putting his arm around her. "We can be home in half an hour, once the FBI releases us." Jennifer nodded and leaned her head on his shoulder.
"That Demetrius Van Meter," Martin teased, thinking of the pictures he had seen on Lavant's Instagram account, before Thomas had deleted them. "He must be one hell of a guy."
A delicate blush stole over Jenn's cheeks. "I had no choice, Martin," she murmured. "I needed Lavant to use his phone again, so that Thomas could triangulate on the call. Giving in and not resisting was the only thing I could think of."
Martin nodded sagely. "And you didn't enjoy it one little bit?", he queried with a wink.
The Fox paused, her eyes wandering to the ceiling as if in thought. "Well... I'm not saying that exactly." Then she turned and looked straight into her husband's eyes. "Darling, he is nothing compared to you, nothing! And the minute I get you home, I'm going to prove it to you."
"I thought you said you were tired," Martin said, drawing her slim body closer.
"Not too tired for this," she replied, her slender arms snaking around his neck as she kissed him.
The End>>>>>>>
By Centurion
Fuchsia Fox: "Rumble in da Hood", by Centurion
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Just jumping in quick to say I enjoyed this one. I think I've mentioned before that I like the stories that have more of a real-world feel, as opposed to super-powered beings being a dime a dozen. It's nice when the heroine feels truly special (and makes any take down that much more dramatic and shocking). This had that feel. I also found it hot that the Fox got taken down by someone relatively normal. And the hog tie scene was icing on the cake on top of all that. Two thumbs up.
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I give this story 4 stars out of 5. The plot is really good, and like how Fox is always heated for sex by thinking about Martin all day. It left her heated for the villains. I saw that coming from a mile away and it is not a bad thing.
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Superb story, Centurian. Really enjoyed the near miss of the forced oral, the use of those shock bracelets, and all the exposition about the planning that was done by Jenn to get the FBI on-scene. Wonderful job!
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Hey guys, love your comments!
I had forwarded them to Centurion and here’s his reply ...
“I appreciate all the comments. I really love to hear from you all!
Scwank, I also think that it's more dramatic and perilous if the heroine is captured by someone not as powerful as she is. Every now and then, I like a villain who's roughly at the Fox's strength level, to dominate her a little bit. But by far the majority of my villains are normal human level, and they rely on exotic weapons, elaborate plans, or as in this case, sheer luck.
GeekyPornCritic, I think this is the first time I've seen your name here. I hope we'll see more of your comments, good or bad. The thing to remember is I don't think of my stories as porn. Sometimes there's sex and bondage, but sometimes there isn't. It depends on how I feel at the time. I could write stories where the heroine just kicks butt all the time, because to me that's sexy. I do make some effort to include things that readers say they like, while at the same time I know that I can't please everyone.
DrD, I'm glad you appreciated all that maneuvering. After that prologue, I knew that Martin had to come back into the story somewhere. Plus I like stories where the heroine gets a chance to prove that she's not just sexy and powerful, but pretty smart, too.
Centurion”
I had forwarded them to Centurion and here’s his reply ...
“I appreciate all the comments. I really love to hear from you all!
Scwank, I also think that it's more dramatic and perilous if the heroine is captured by someone not as powerful as she is. Every now and then, I like a villain who's roughly at the Fox's strength level, to dominate her a little bit. But by far the majority of my villains are normal human level, and they rely on exotic weapons, elaborate plans, or as in this case, sheer luck.
GeekyPornCritic, I think this is the first time I've seen your name here. I hope we'll see more of your comments, good or bad. The thing to remember is I don't think of my stories as porn. Sometimes there's sex and bondage, but sometimes there isn't. It depends on how I feel at the time. I could write stories where the heroine just kicks butt all the time, because to me that's sexy. I do make some effort to include things that readers say they like, while at the same time I know that I can't please everyone.
DrD, I'm glad you appreciated all that maneuvering. After that prologue, I knew that Martin had to come back into the story somewhere. Plus I like stories where the heroine gets a chance to prove that she's not just sexy and powerful, but pretty smart, too.
Centurion”
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Jenn (aka Flirty)
Jenn (aka Flirty)
Hi Flirty,
A little bit of late reply, and here is my feedback of the “Rumble in Da Hood.”
In my view, this set of the story is an exciting and fantastic adventure which made our protagonist must try her best to defeat her opponents.
The first chapter makes an excellent start of the whole story. The reason is, it leads the Fox has captured in very early stage of the adventure. For me, the idea of “capture a superheroine” turns the story so exciting — it contented men readers’ fantasy that their daydreaming superheroine who had been beaten by foe through fierce battles. The sneak attack that made by the skinny boy is a dirty trick which not only pushed our innocent protagonist in a vulnerable and defenseless situation in a group of the scoundrel but also it makes sense of the case that Fox loss conscious by the failure of defense attacking from her back.
Second, the whole story of this adventure (Da Hood), at least in my view, is based on the fighting back and forth among Fuchsia Fox and the low lifes in the Da Hood of the metropolis area. If we look back to a few previous stories such as “Sister Goldenhair” and “Assault on the Castle,” Fox usually kicked by villains who had a superpower that as equal to her. In the previous adventures like “Lighting and Steel”, and “Power Failure”, hoodlums such as Demetrius must rely on their lucky (e.g., thunder made Bracelet of Ishtar fails to supply power to Fox temporarily) or high-tech devices (e.g., ion rifle or energy jolt manacles) to push Fox in big trouble. However, in the “Da Hood,” Fox seems as not “super” as before — few members of hoodlums can “punish” Fuchsia Fox and using shackles to capture Fox easily — a heroine with limited superpower but defiantly willing made the story exciting than ever. For me, I would like to see more scenarios like this in the further story. For example, like all we know Supergirl is invulnerable most of the times. Yet, a “peril” scene without use Kryptonite-like elements will no doubt to make the story as a brilliant work for readers. Kryptonite-like elements work and reaonable logic flow of the story for sure, but it also reduces the exciting and expectations on the further stage of the story at the same time. Thus, that is why I think the “capture superheroine” scenario that emphasizes the “high” Fox defeated by “low lifes/hoodlums” is loved by male readers!
There are few questions I had after I read the “Da Hood.” First, through few battles between Fox and Demetrius/Orcus, is it means there will more and more Fox’s weakness learned by her villains? For instance, Demetrius may realize that Fox’s halter top can enhance her appearance and the costume can be called back in “any time” if Fox wants to do it. Also, is it means Demetrius/Orcus had already clearly realized that there are some high-tech devices like ion-pistol, articulated titanium-steel cable, Taser, and energy shackles may cause significant pain on Fox’s body. Moreover, following the story forward, the situation of Fox during the battle may be more and more and dangerous. Does her identity might finally be found or exposed in front of her opponents or even public in the future?
Thanks your great efforts on Fuchsia Fox and her wonderful adventure, excellent work Centurion and Flirty, hope to see next of your brilliant story soon!
Dodo
A little bit of late reply, and here is my feedback of the “Rumble in Da Hood.”
In my view, this set of the story is an exciting and fantastic adventure which made our protagonist must try her best to defeat her opponents.
The first chapter makes an excellent start of the whole story. The reason is, it leads the Fox has captured in very early stage of the adventure. For me, the idea of “capture a superheroine” turns the story so exciting — it contented men readers’ fantasy that their daydreaming superheroine who had been beaten by foe through fierce battles. The sneak attack that made by the skinny boy is a dirty trick which not only pushed our innocent protagonist in a vulnerable and defenseless situation in a group of the scoundrel but also it makes sense of the case that Fox loss conscious by the failure of defense attacking from her back.
Second, the whole story of this adventure (Da Hood), at least in my view, is based on the fighting back and forth among Fuchsia Fox and the low lifes in the Da Hood of the metropolis area. If we look back to a few previous stories such as “Sister Goldenhair” and “Assault on the Castle,” Fox usually kicked by villains who had a superpower that as equal to her. In the previous adventures like “Lighting and Steel”, and “Power Failure”, hoodlums such as Demetrius must rely on their lucky (e.g., thunder made Bracelet of Ishtar fails to supply power to Fox temporarily) or high-tech devices (e.g., ion rifle or energy jolt manacles) to push Fox in big trouble. However, in the “Da Hood,” Fox seems as not “super” as before — few members of hoodlums can “punish” Fuchsia Fox and using shackles to capture Fox easily — a heroine with limited superpower but defiantly willing made the story exciting than ever. For me, I would like to see more scenarios like this in the further story. For example, like all we know Supergirl is invulnerable most of the times. Yet, a “peril” scene without use Kryptonite-like elements will no doubt to make the story as a brilliant work for readers. Kryptonite-like elements work and reaonable logic flow of the story for sure, but it also reduces the exciting and expectations on the further stage of the story at the same time. Thus, that is why I think the “capture superheroine” scenario that emphasizes the “high” Fox defeated by “low lifes/hoodlums” is loved by male readers!
There are few questions I had after I read the “Da Hood.” First, through few battles between Fox and Demetrius/Orcus, is it means there will more and more Fox’s weakness learned by her villains? For instance, Demetrius may realize that Fox’s halter top can enhance her appearance and the costume can be called back in “any time” if Fox wants to do it. Also, is it means Demetrius/Orcus had already clearly realized that there are some high-tech devices like ion-pistol, articulated titanium-steel cable, Taser, and energy shackles may cause significant pain on Fox’s body. Moreover, following the story forward, the situation of Fox during the battle may be more and more and dangerous. Does her identity might finally be found or exposed in front of her opponents or even public in the future?
Thanks your great efforts on Fuchsia Fox and her wonderful adventure, excellent work Centurion and Flirty, hope to see next of your brilliant story soon!
Dodo
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HI! I just started reading your stories of Fuchsia Fox, and I am not read them all yet. I am curious about Fox's and Martin's relationship. Is it an open relationship? Fuchsia Fox has had sexual encounters with villain and at least one colleague. I understand Fox did not have control over every situation such as her encounter with The Bull and her team-up with Victory Girl. However, she let her friend have lesbian sex with her in the bathroom. Like in this story, she was turned on by the villain, who forced her to have sex.flirty_but_nice wrote: ↑5 years agoHey guys, love your comments!
I had forwarded them to Centurion and here’s his reply ...
“I appreciate all the comments. I really love to hear from you all!
Scwank, I also think that it's more dramatic and perilous if the heroine is captured by someone not as powerful as she is. Every now and then, I like a villain who's roughly at the Fox's strength level, to dominate her a little bit. But by far the majority of my villains are normal human level, and they rely on exotic weapons, elaborate plans, or as in this case, sheer luck.
GeekyPornCritic, I think this is the first time I've seen your name here. I hope we'll see more of your comments, good or bad. The thing to remember is I don't think of my stories as porn. Sometimes there's sex and bondage, but sometimes there isn't. It depends on how I feel at the time. I could write stories where the heroine just kicks butt all the time, because to me that's sexy. I do make some effort to include things that readers say they like, while at the same time I know that I can't please everyone.
DrD, I'm glad you appreciated all that maneuvering. After that prologue, I knew that Martin had to come back into the story somewhere. Plus I like stories where the heroine gets a chance to prove that she's not just sexy and powerful, but pretty smart, too.
Centurion”
The Centurion easily seduced her, but I can't recall if they had a sexual encounter or not. I remember she did not want to tell Martin about Centurion seducing her.
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Hi Geeky. Thanks for reading and your feedback.HI! I just started reading your stories of Fuchsia Fox, and I am not read them all yet. I am curious about Fox's and Martin's relationship. Is it an open relationship? Fuchsia Fox has had sexual encounters with villain and at least one colleague. I understand Fox did not have control over every situation such as her encounter with The Bull and her team-up with Victory Girl. However, she let her friend have lesbian sex with her in the bathroom. Like in this story, she was turned on by the villain, who forced her to have sex.
The Centurion easily seduced her, but I can't recall if they had a sexual encounter or not. I remember she did not want to tell Martin about Centurion seducing her.
I would say they have a very “liberal” / experimental relationship. Blame me for this, though, not Centurion. I’ve pressed him to go much further than he’s actually been comfortable with. My fault. Hope you don’t mind the pushing of sexual boundaries that I’ve lobbied him for. <blush>
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Hi Dodo. As always, thank you for your feedback. Here’s the response to your post from Centurion ...dodosony wrote: ↑5 years agoHi Flirty,
A little bit of late reply, and here is my feedback of the “Rumble in Da Hood.”
In my view, this set of the story is an exciting and fantastic adventure which made our protagonist must try her best to defeat her opponents.
The first chapter makes an excellent start of the whole story. The reason is, it leads the Fox has captured in very early stage of the adventure. For me, the idea of “capture a superheroine” turns the story so exciting — it contented men readers’ fantasy that their daydreaming superheroine who had been beaten by foe through fierce battles. The sneak attack that made by the skinny boy is a dirty trick which not only pushed our innocent protagonist in a vulnerable and defenseless situation in a group of the scoundrel but also it makes sense of the case that Fox loss conscious by the failure of defense attacking from her back.
Second, the whole story of this adventure (Da Hood), at least in my view, is based on the fighting back and forth among Fuchsia Fox and the low lifes in the Da Hood of the metropolis area. If we look back to a few previous stories such as “Sister Goldenhair” and “Assault on the Castle,” Fox usually kicked by villains who had a superpower that as equal to her. In the previous adventures like “Lighting and Steel”, and “Power Failure”, hoodlums such as Demetrius must rely on their lucky (e.g., thunder made Bracelet of Ishtar fails to supply power to Fox temporarily) or high-tech devices (e.g., ion rifle or energy jolt manacles) to push Fox in big trouble. However, in the “Da Hood,” Fox seems as not “super” as before — few members of hoodlums can “punish” Fuchsia Fox and using shackles to capture Fox easily — a heroine with limited superpower but defiantly willing made the story exciting than ever. For me, I would like to see more scenarios like this in the further story. For example, like all we know Supergirl is invulnerable most of the times. Yet, a “peril” scene without use Kryptonite-like elements will no doubt to make the story as a brilliant work for readers. Kryptonite-like elements work and reaonable logic flow of the story for sure, but it also reduces the exciting and expectations on the further stage of the story at the same time. Thus, that is why I think the “capture superheroine” scenario that emphasizes the “high” Fox defeated by “low lifes/hoodlums” is loved by male readers!
There are few questions I had after I read the “Da Hood.” First, through few battles between Fox and Demetrius/Orcus, is it means there will more and more Fox’s weakness learned by her villains? For instance, Demetrius may realize that Fox’s halter top can enhance her appearance and the costume can be called back in “any time” if Fox wants to do it. Also, is it means Demetrius/Orcus had already clearly realized that there are some high-tech devices like ion-pistol, articulated titanium-steel cable, Taser, and energy shackles may cause significant pain on Fox’s body. Moreover, following the story forward, the situation of Fox during the battle may be more and more and dangerous. Does her identity might finally be found or exposed in front of her opponents or even public in the future?
Thanks your great efforts on Fuchsia Fox and her wonderful adventure, excellent work Centurion and Flirty, hope to see next of your brilliant story soon!
Dodo
It's always great to get feedback from you, Dodo. If you like the Fox defeated by ordinary low-lifes, you're probably going to like the "Broken Wing" two-part, coming up probably in January. I'm not sure what you mean by the Fox's "weakness". It's already well known that high tech energy weapons can penetrate her force shield. But one thing I tried to point out in this story is that you can't just buy weapons like that at your neighborhood pawn shop. Shock shackles can hold her prisoner, but you've got to capture her first, and that's not easy! It shouldn't be easy for ordinary thugs to capture a superheroine -- to me that's the definition of "super". I have an upcoming story that pits the Fox against an entire biker gang. True, she can fall into their clutches by sheer bad luck, but I don't like that to happen too often.
The question of the Fox's secret identity is sort of complicated. I originally came up with the enhancement aura so that I wouldn't have to worry about her wearing a mask. Masks can be sexy, but I personally don't care for the "unmasking" fetish that so many fans have. The villain rips her mask off in public, or he takes a video of her without it and uses it to blackmail her into sex. That sort of thing doesn't appeal to me. That's the reason I'm careful to see that the villain never ends up with PICTURES of her without her top (although Flirty is always looking for loopholes, believe me). I sometimes use her secret identity as a plot device (for example, "Lightning and Steel"), but in Marvel Comics there are LOTS of superheroes whose identities are publicly known, so to me it's not that big a deal. I'm always open to new story ideas, though.
Centurion
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Jenn (aka Flirty)
Jenn (aka Flirty)
Hi Centurion and Flirty,
Thanks for your reply and it so exciting to expect two upcoming stories that Fox was kicked her ass by ordinary hooligans in “Broken Wing.”
I think Centurion had already explained what I confused from the story within his last reply to me: what I want to say in the word “weakness” is about the methods to weaken Fox’s superpowers in short-term, especially during the battle. Yes, it is not a good idea to buy mass-produced weapons or devices that can permanent undermines a superheroine's power during the battle. As a result, either high-tech weapons or power-eliminate devices must be with strict conditions to work well (like using shock shackles should capture Fox first).
Moreover, in my point of view, I cannot agree more about the character setting that halter top made an "enhance feature" on both Fox’s sexual attraction and seal her secret identity in public. The character setting above (halter top) closely work with Fox’s superheroine costume — Fox wears two-piece bikini-like suit within her adventure. Imagine Fox dressed Supergirl or Wonder Woman like the one-piece leotard and that leotard has a similar function as Fox’s halter top did. Then, one-piece leotard may disorient the level of humiliation on superheroine when bad guys stripped her costume in public — opponents may only take off Fox’s halter top for fun and remain her shorts/skirt for further humiliation. Yet, in the scenario of one-piece leotard, the villain can only remove all Supergirl’s costume to shame a superheroine in front of men or camera.
In a nutshell, it is a good idea to fill up Fox's adventures with the various kinds of bad guys such as supervillain, ordinary thugs, and high-tech scoundrel /mad-scientist. They work together to put our protagonist in great peril and they are not only work as plot device that complex the issues of the adventure but also it turns male readers on. lol.
Dodo
Thanks for your reply and it so exciting to expect two upcoming stories that Fox was kicked her ass by ordinary hooligans in “Broken Wing.”
I think Centurion had already explained what I confused from the story within his last reply to me: what I want to say in the word “weakness” is about the methods to weaken Fox’s superpowers in short-term, especially during the battle. Yes, it is not a good idea to buy mass-produced weapons or devices that can permanent undermines a superheroine's power during the battle. As a result, either high-tech weapons or power-eliminate devices must be with strict conditions to work well (like using shock shackles should capture Fox first).
Moreover, in my point of view, I cannot agree more about the character setting that halter top made an "enhance feature" on both Fox’s sexual attraction and seal her secret identity in public. The character setting above (halter top) closely work with Fox’s superheroine costume — Fox wears two-piece bikini-like suit within her adventure. Imagine Fox dressed Supergirl or Wonder Woman like the one-piece leotard and that leotard has a similar function as Fox’s halter top did. Then, one-piece leotard may disorient the level of humiliation on superheroine when bad guys stripped her costume in public — opponents may only take off Fox’s halter top for fun and remain her shorts/skirt for further humiliation. Yet, in the scenario of one-piece leotard, the villain can only remove all Supergirl’s costume to shame a superheroine in front of men or camera.
In a nutshell, it is a good idea to fill up Fox's adventures with the various kinds of bad guys such as supervillain, ordinary thugs, and high-tech scoundrel /mad-scientist. They work together to put our protagonist in great peril and they are not only work as plot device that complex the issues of the adventure but also it turns male readers on. lol.
Dodo
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dodosony, and if fact all of you, you guys rock for all of your feedback! I know I appreciate it so much, and like I have said, I think it's like fuel to Centurion, keeping him interested in writing!
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Will Alley Cat return? I really liked her character from Fox's early adventures.
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Hi Geeky. Glad you’ve liked Alley Cat. Rest assured that she will be making more appearances in the future. I will forward this expression of desire of yours toCenturion, though, so that maybe he can think up another story with her in it, beyond the one that is soon coming.GeekyPornCritic wrote: ↑5 years agoWill Alley Cat return? I really liked her character from Fox's early adventures.
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Reply to your post from Centurion …GeekyPornCritic wrote: ↑5 years agoWill Alley Cat return? I really liked her character from Fox's early adventures.
"I certainly agree that we're long overdue for another appearance by Alley Cat. It's always a lot of fun to write her dialogue but much more difficult to think up stories she can be involved in. Generally speaking, I tend to start with an idea for the peril the Fox will be subjected to, and build the story around that, picking a villain who fits that peril. That's the only reason we haven't seen more of Alley Cat lately.
Centurion"
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I look forward to it.flirty_but_nice wrote: ↑5 years agoReply to your post from Centurion …GeekyPornCritic wrote: ↑5 years agoWill Alley Cat return? I really liked her character from Fox's early adventures.
"I certainly agree that we're long overdue for another appearance by Alley Cat. It's always a lot of fun to write her dialogue but much more difficult to think up stories she can be involved in. Generally speaking, I tend to start with an idea for the peril the Fox will be subjected to, and build the story around that, picking a villain who fits that peril. That's the only reason we haven't seen more of Alley Cat lately.
Centurion"
Please encourage Centurion to go further into naughty things with Alley Cat and Fucshia Fox as you mention in a previous threat.
