Fuchsia Fox: "High Heels and Low Lifes"
[The standard assumption in most of my stories is that "lowlifes and scumbags" would generally speaking lack the intelligence or self-discipline necessary to capture a bona fide superheroine. But there are always exceptions. This story has mild to moderate sexual content, plus slightly stronger four-letter words than I usually employ (but not too much).]
Chapter 1 -- Interstate 66, Arlington, Virginia
The gray prison transport hummed along the expressway toward Dulles International Airport. It was a small bus, with only five sets of seats. The driver and the man riding shotgun were uniformed District of Columbia Police officers. In the rear sat two United States Marshals in black suits and ties. In the middle sat their sole prisoner, a nondescript Oriental man of about sixty wearing a cheap blue suit.
Just past the Falls Church exit, two big red Dodge pickup trucks with dark tinted windows suddenly appeared, pacing the bus on either side. Over the cargo bed of each was a black, flat-topped structure about even with the roof of the cab. BAM! The truck on the left pulled out ahead, clipping the front fender of the bus as it swerved into their lane. There was an explosion as some kind of mini-grenade took out the front wheels, causing the bus to skid to a halt sideways athwart two lanes of the interstate.
The structures over the beds of both trucks opened and revealed a handful of Asian men with bare chests and loose green trousers. Their leader was a beautiful Chinese woman, clad in a clingy green sleeveless leotard that left her legs bare. Its V-shaped front plunged nearly to her navel, held together with laces to restrain her two bountiful bosoms. "Quickly!" she commanded.
Small cannons on swivel mounts telescoped up from the bed of either truck. Adjusting for narrow laser beams, within seconds the henchmen had cut two huge doorways in either side of the bus. The woman in green raised her right arm and fired off an energy bolt from the bracelet on her wrist. The bioelectric sting dropped the marshals in their tracks. A second shot took out the policemen. One of her henchmen climbed into the bus and liberated the prisoner.
"That's far enough, Madam Mantis!" said a cocky female voice suddenly, as an alluring young woman landed on the roof of the bus with a double thump of high-heeled boots. "Don't tell me you don't remember me. I'd be terribly hurt." The male henchmen looked up and felt a delicious quiver of excitement in their lower organs. The newcomer was a slim, sexy girl in her early twenties, her smooth, supple frame lovingly clad in a tight, purplish red halter top and briefs, accessorized with matching elbow length gloves and ankle boots. Her bare legs were long and perfect, and a fox head chest emblem stretched across the sweet contours of her two flawless ta-tas.
"The Fuchsia Fox!" the villainess hissed. "I'll do far worse than HURT you, impudent child!" Raising her arm, she fired her bioelectric sting at the stunning superlady.
The Fox stood her ground as the jolt splayed against her gorgeous chest like a fireworks display. "Looks like you forgot about my force shield," she said, smugly cocking her hips. "Maybe you ought to try ginseng. They say it's supposed to--"
But Madam Mantis' attack had only been meant to draw the spunky superheroine's attention while her lackeys took aim with their heavy weapons. The Fox managed to dodge the first concussion cannon, but the other caught her lissome body right in between the shoulder blades and knocked her for a loop. Tumbling ass over teakettle, the superheroine hauled herself up, hovering above the expressway until the little birdies stopped spinning around her head. By that time, the supervillain and her thugs had grabbed the prisoner and sped off down the interstate, turning south and bypassing the airport turnoff as they tried to lose themselves in the expressway traffic.
"We'll see about that!" the Fox muttered, taking off in pursuit like a beautiful, spandex-clad rocket.
By the time the superheroine caught up, she couldn't tell which of the two identical trucks was carrying the prisoner they had sprung. They kept apart, dodging in and out of traffic, while the gunners took pot shots at her. Even with her force shield, Jennifer didn't dare let both hit her at once, so she was kept busy weaving back and forth in mid-air, evading the energy beams.
Just then, they came to the overpass where Highway 66 crossed the Capitol Beltway. One of the trucks angled sharply towards the exit ramp, while the other continued on. Oh no! They were splitting up! The Fox had to think fast. Desperately she dropped to ground level, where the swivel mount of the energy cannon couldn't depress low enough to hit her. Inches above the surface of the roadway, the sassy superheroine zoomed like a torpedo straight underneath the pickup truck. Emerging in front, she turned and braced her lissome frame against its chrome grill.
Jennifer could feel her protective aura pulsing as she drew more power from her Bracelets of Ishtar. Even so, every muscle in her supple body seemed to be stretched taut as she applied pressure against the hurtling truck, bringing it to a very abrupt stop amid a cloud of black smoke from its engine and tires. Three thugs crawled out of the smoking wreckage, looking dazed and out of it. That was all the nubile young heroine needed to see. Kicking off from the asphalt, the Fox launched herself into the air in pursuit of the other truck.
Madam Mantis had taken over the controls of the energy cannon. Taking careful aim at the luscious superheroine, she held off long enough for a double charge to build up, then fired. The Fox easily swerved to avoid the beam, but in doing so she flew right into the path of an oncoming 18-wheeler. "Yikes!" Jennifer squeaked, as the cab caught her a glancing blow which shattered the windshield and sent her spinning out of control.
Frantically trying to pull up, the sexy supergirl slammed into the concrete parapet of the expressway and crashed straight through. Her force shield absorbed most of the impact, at the cost of leaving her stunned. Spiralling downward like a wounded dove, she fell face-down hard onto the grass verge beside the beltway and had the wind knocked out of her. Madam Mantis smiled with satisfaction as she sped away.
The Fox rolled painfully onto her right side, barely feeling the slightly scratchy texture of the grass on the bare skin of her legs and midsection. Her head felt muzzy. She had lost consciousness for a moment, and her force shield was down. Her poor body felt bruised all over, tendrils of pain were shooting up her chest with every breath she took, but Madam Mantis had to be stopped. The heroine tried to brace herself upright with her arms. Her strength would return in a couple of minutes, but right now she felt weak as a kitten.
Vaguely the Fox was aware of a dark-colored van pulling up in the breakdown lane, the side door sliding open with a bang that didn't help her splitting headache. Two people were standing over her, casting shadows across her prone body. She couldn't raise her eyes any higher than their stained and worn shoes, but she tried to smile. "I'll be alright... Give me a second..."
"Lookie, lookie," said a voice, male and sneering. "What we got here, Ratty? It's that superhero babe! The Fuckable Fox or something..."
"Yeah, Boomer," said a second male voice, slightly higher pitched, a little more hesitant. "That's who it is, alright. That's who it is."
Jennifer's heart sank. These two didn't sound like Good Samaritans who had stopped to help out of the kindness of their hearts. She tried harder to push herself up.
"No you don't, darlin," the first man said. "Come to papa." In a flurry of movement, he knelt, his brawny arms capturing her in a wrestling hold she couldn't hope to break in her present condition. He smelled strongly of masculine sweat and grease. Then a rough cloth was clasped over her face, bearing with it the medicine scent of chloroform.
"Please... no..." the Fox couldn't help blurting out. But even that protest, muffled by the rag, was feeble and came far too late. Her head was swimming. She tried to lash out, but her arms and legs were limp and ineffectual. As the drug took effect, the superheroine sagged, unconscious and helpless, into the man's waiting arms. The two of them hustled her into the back of the van and drove away with her.
Fuchsia Fox: "High Heels and Low Lifes"
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Excellent action scene! I could really picture it as it went on. Sounds like The Fox is in a great deal of trouble now! 
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Oooh very exciting! Can't wait to see what peril the Fox awakes in! Looking forward to part two!!
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Chapter 2 --
Within fifteen minutes the wreckage of the bus and the pickup truck were swarming with state troopers, as well as men and women wearing the distinctive black vests and bright yellow lettering that identified them as U.S. Marshals.
Detective Harry Caldwell of the D.C. police stood leaning against the hood of his car. He caught sight of a young man in a green short sleeved U.S. Army uniform arguing with the patrolman at the yellow tape barricade. "Captain Fletcher!" the detective called, ducking under the barrier and joining him. "Don't bother. Once the Feds take over, us lesser mortals have to take a back seat."
"What's going on, Lieutenant?" Fletcher asked, watching as the marshals handcuffed the three Oriental hoods from the wrecked pickup truck and took them for questioning.
"Madam Mantis' Tong," Caldwell said dismissively. "They'll never get them to talk."
"Madam Mantis?" Fletcher blurted in alarm. "You never said anything about--"
"I told you what I knew, ok?" the detective interrupted. "Dr. Sing-chu Lao, geneticist and undocumented alien, being extradited to China. According to my information, he had criminal connections who might want to keep him in this country. Nobody told ME supervillains were involved. Obviously the Feds were holding out on me. Big surprise!"
Fletcher grimaced. "I passed it on to the Fuchsia Fox. She said she'd try to swing by." He looked at the wrecked pickup. "Any idea where she is now?"
Caldwell shrugged. "Wherever the badguys are, I'll bet. All we can do now is wait. But don't worry, Fletcher. That's one lady who can take care of herself."
***
It was hard to say what color the van was. Parts of the body were dark blue, other parts black, but most of it was rust brown. The cargo area inside was a disorganized mess. Shelves full of tools and spare parts were bolted to the walls, the bed covered with cardboard appliance boxes, coils of extension cord, and miscellaneous junk. Her captors had unceremoniously dumped the Fox on top, where she lay stretched out, sleeping like a baby and completely at their mercy.
The small one, nicknamed "Rat", had a long nose and oily, unwashed hair. He was wearing a long-sleeved striped polo shirt and loose khakis. Crouching nearby, he stared at the defenseless superheroine for a long time before he finally reached over and touched her. Starting with her smooth bare legs, his clammy fingers roamed upwards caressingly, stopping for a moment to play with her clingy briefs, stroking the exposed skin of her midriff as if he couldn't believe something could be so soft and so silky. And then he arrived at the Fox's breasts, sheathed in her thin spandex costume like a pair of firm, perfectly-shaped hills. His hand hovered over them hesitantly...
"Go ahead and grab her titties," the bigger one laughed from the driver's seat, keeping no more than one eye on the road while he drove. Dressed in a dirty white muscle shirt and black jeans, he had the build of a football lineman, muscular although lacking some of the tone that would have come with regular exercise. "What's stopping you? Give her another snort of chloroform if she starts to wake up." He drove the van into a big garage off Gallows Road. After closing the garage door behind him, he came around and wrestled open the rear doors of the van, amused to see that his companion still hadn't touched the Fox's boobs.
"What's the matter, Rats?" he sneered. "Never been this close to a woman before?"
Rat swallowed, slowly shaking his head. "Not one like this," he said finally.
"Damn straight," Boomer agreed. "That ain't no ordinary skank. That is high class, top shelf, grade A snatch, that is. And it's all ours, buddy."
"Ours?" Rat whispered, his eyes flickering with panic. "Boomer we can't! I mean this is the Fuchsia Fox! She's got superpowers and shit..."
"So what? Ain't you never read a comic book? Miss High and Mighty's bound to have a power belt or a magic ring or something. Take that away from her and she's just like any other piece of cooz. I figure we take off EVERYTHING SHE'S GOT and we got it made. We can hump her til the cows come home." Without waiting for a reply, he picked up the Fox and slung her over his shoulder, her long legs dangling. Patting her sweet round tail, he carried the unconscious superheroine like a sack of flour to the "living room" end of their ramshackle dwelling. Rat kept a small cot in one corner, while Boomer's bed was a kingsize (although the sheets hadn't been changed in about a year now). He dumped the Fox onto it and started to undress her.
At first Rat could only watch in amazement as his companion stripped off the superheroine's gold bracelets and elbow length gloves, while she lay there as incapable of resisting as a blow up doll. Then he dropped to his knees, his hands sliding the length of her well-toned, exquisitely smooth legs and fondling her high heels.
"Hey where's the handcuffs?" Boomer asked suddenly. "We can't keep knockin her out with chloroform."
"We lost the key, remember?" Rat whined, taking off the Fox's ankle boots and moaning at how dainty and soft her naked feet felt, with her pretty toes and pink nail polish.
"I'll rig up somethin," Boomer said. He was feeling for the catch of the superheroine's halter top when another idea seemed to hit him. "Man I am gonna be the king of the hill when I tell everybody I porked a snooty-ass superchick!"
Rat's eyes went wide. "For shit's sake, Boomer, we can't tell anybody! They'll never believe us for one thing."
"I'll bring em here and show em," the big guy retorted. "Nobody calls me a liar."
"If you do that, they'll want to take their turn screwing her too," Rat said reasonably.
"Good deal!" Boomer said with a big grin. "Think how much guys'd be willing to pay for the chance to bang a supertwat! They'll be lined up from here to Annandale! We'll make a fortune! Might even get out of the dope business."
"What if the cops find out? Or big time supervillains with a grudge against her?"
"Nobody's gonna squeal to the cops," Boomer said. "And if supervillains find out, the more the merrier. we could always auction her off to the highest bidder!" With that, he unfastened the Fuchsia Fox's halter and whipped it off. Both of them took a minute to gawk at her gorgeous little boobs. And then Boomer slipped his fingers into the waist of her briefs and worked them down over her hips. Once the skimpy little garment had cleared her ankles, he tossed it aside, leaving the superheroine as naked as the day she was born.
Within fifteen minutes the wreckage of the bus and the pickup truck were swarming with state troopers, as well as men and women wearing the distinctive black vests and bright yellow lettering that identified them as U.S. Marshals.
Detective Harry Caldwell of the D.C. police stood leaning against the hood of his car. He caught sight of a young man in a green short sleeved U.S. Army uniform arguing with the patrolman at the yellow tape barricade. "Captain Fletcher!" the detective called, ducking under the barrier and joining him. "Don't bother. Once the Feds take over, us lesser mortals have to take a back seat."
"What's going on, Lieutenant?" Fletcher asked, watching as the marshals handcuffed the three Oriental hoods from the wrecked pickup truck and took them for questioning.
"Madam Mantis' Tong," Caldwell said dismissively. "They'll never get them to talk."
"Madam Mantis?" Fletcher blurted in alarm. "You never said anything about--"
"I told you what I knew, ok?" the detective interrupted. "Dr. Sing-chu Lao, geneticist and undocumented alien, being extradited to China. According to my information, he had criminal connections who might want to keep him in this country. Nobody told ME supervillains were involved. Obviously the Feds were holding out on me. Big surprise!"
Fletcher grimaced. "I passed it on to the Fuchsia Fox. She said she'd try to swing by." He looked at the wrecked pickup. "Any idea where she is now?"
Caldwell shrugged. "Wherever the badguys are, I'll bet. All we can do now is wait. But don't worry, Fletcher. That's one lady who can take care of herself."
***
It was hard to say what color the van was. Parts of the body were dark blue, other parts black, but most of it was rust brown. The cargo area inside was a disorganized mess. Shelves full of tools and spare parts were bolted to the walls, the bed covered with cardboard appliance boxes, coils of extension cord, and miscellaneous junk. Her captors had unceremoniously dumped the Fox on top, where she lay stretched out, sleeping like a baby and completely at their mercy.
The small one, nicknamed "Rat", had a long nose and oily, unwashed hair. He was wearing a long-sleeved striped polo shirt and loose khakis. Crouching nearby, he stared at the defenseless superheroine for a long time before he finally reached over and touched her. Starting with her smooth bare legs, his clammy fingers roamed upwards caressingly, stopping for a moment to play with her clingy briefs, stroking the exposed skin of her midriff as if he couldn't believe something could be so soft and so silky. And then he arrived at the Fox's breasts, sheathed in her thin spandex costume like a pair of firm, perfectly-shaped hills. His hand hovered over them hesitantly...
"Go ahead and grab her titties," the bigger one laughed from the driver's seat, keeping no more than one eye on the road while he drove. Dressed in a dirty white muscle shirt and black jeans, he had the build of a football lineman, muscular although lacking some of the tone that would have come with regular exercise. "What's stopping you? Give her another snort of chloroform if she starts to wake up." He drove the van into a big garage off Gallows Road. After closing the garage door behind him, he came around and wrestled open the rear doors of the van, amused to see that his companion still hadn't touched the Fox's boobs.
"What's the matter, Rats?" he sneered. "Never been this close to a woman before?"
Rat swallowed, slowly shaking his head. "Not one like this," he said finally.
"Damn straight," Boomer agreed. "That ain't no ordinary skank. That is high class, top shelf, grade A snatch, that is. And it's all ours, buddy."
"Ours?" Rat whispered, his eyes flickering with panic. "Boomer we can't! I mean this is the Fuchsia Fox! She's got superpowers and shit..."
"So what? Ain't you never read a comic book? Miss High and Mighty's bound to have a power belt or a magic ring or something. Take that away from her and she's just like any other piece of cooz. I figure we take off EVERYTHING SHE'S GOT and we got it made. We can hump her til the cows come home." Without waiting for a reply, he picked up the Fox and slung her over his shoulder, her long legs dangling. Patting her sweet round tail, he carried the unconscious superheroine like a sack of flour to the "living room" end of their ramshackle dwelling. Rat kept a small cot in one corner, while Boomer's bed was a kingsize (although the sheets hadn't been changed in about a year now). He dumped the Fox onto it and started to undress her.
At first Rat could only watch in amazement as his companion stripped off the superheroine's gold bracelets and elbow length gloves, while she lay there as incapable of resisting as a blow up doll. Then he dropped to his knees, his hands sliding the length of her well-toned, exquisitely smooth legs and fondling her high heels.
"Hey where's the handcuffs?" Boomer asked suddenly. "We can't keep knockin her out with chloroform."
"We lost the key, remember?" Rat whined, taking off the Fox's ankle boots and moaning at how dainty and soft her naked feet felt, with her pretty toes and pink nail polish.
"I'll rig up somethin," Boomer said. He was feeling for the catch of the superheroine's halter top when another idea seemed to hit him. "Man I am gonna be the king of the hill when I tell everybody I porked a snooty-ass superchick!"
Rat's eyes went wide. "For shit's sake, Boomer, we can't tell anybody! They'll never believe us for one thing."
"I'll bring em here and show em," the big guy retorted. "Nobody calls me a liar."
"If you do that, they'll want to take their turn screwing her too," Rat said reasonably.
"Good deal!" Boomer said with a big grin. "Think how much guys'd be willing to pay for the chance to bang a supertwat! They'll be lined up from here to Annandale! We'll make a fortune! Might even get out of the dope business."
"What if the cops find out? Or big time supervillains with a grudge against her?"
"Nobody's gonna squeal to the cops," Boomer said. "And if supervillains find out, the more the merrier. we could always auction her off to the highest bidder!" With that, he unfastened the Fuchsia Fox's halter and whipped it off. Both of them took a minute to gawk at her gorgeous little boobs. And then Boomer slipped his fingers into the waist of her briefs and worked them down over her hips. Once the skimpy little garment had cleared her ankles, he tossed it aside, leaving the superheroine as naked as the day she was born.
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Re: Fuchsia Fox: "High Heels and Low Lifes"
Wow! I don't remember the Fox getting in this much trouble so early on before! Great read so far, very interested to see what happens next and how she's going to get out of this situation!
Re: Fuchsia Fox: "High Heels and Low Lifes"
I kind of had to do a "hit and run" yesterday, and didn't get the chance to thank L.M. Tracy and LadyJane for their comments. I know my style isn't as ornate or detailed as some. I think of a story as like a comic book. My goal is to draw you a picture with words. If you can "really picture it as it went on", there can be no greater compliment. Thanks!
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Chapter 3 --
Jennifer opened her eyes, wondering how in the world she had ended up lying in a bed with her legs spread apart. A musty smelling bed at that... Then she saw the two guys staring at her exposed breasts. She started to sit up purely on reflex, which brought home to her the fact that her panties were gone, too. THAT'S what the guys had been looking at!
"Hey!" the Fox blurted out. A sizzling wave of shock and embarrassment surged through her body at the very thought of two strange men undressing her while she was helpless. She sat up, cupping her hands over her shaved womanhood. The movement revealed that her right ankle had a light, zinc-plated chain attached to it, anchoring her to a narrow support beam about ten feet away.
"You wouldn't get far in just your birthday suit, cunt," the bigger of the two men said, laughing. "The chain's just so you don't get any ideas." He was a brawny man with piercings on his ears and eyebrow, wearing black jeans and a dirty white muscle shirt. The way he laughed at her predicament and used the word "cunt" was definitely a clue that he had not brought the Fox here for her health. A little guy with oily hair, wearing a long sleeved striped polo shirt, was squatting off to one side, not saying anything but staring at her in a way that gave her the creeps.
"What's the deal here?" the superheroine demanded. "Why have you taken my costume off?"
"I told Ratty you'd be helpless without it," he smirked. "Was I wrong?"
For a second, the Fox considered trying to bluff, but she knew she'd never get far with a strategy like that. Likewise for appealing to their better nature. They didn't look like guys who had a great deal of empathy or compassion for a defenseless female. Jennifer felt humiliation burning her cheeks. She was most powerful superheroine in the city, but without her bracelets she was powerless, completely at the mercy of these two lowlifes! Begging probably wouldn't get her anywhere either, but it was all she had. "Please! You've got to let me go! Madam Mantis is up to something! I have to stop her!"
"Oooh, hear that, Ratty?" Boomer said mockingly. "Miss Priss has got to go save the world! She can't even save herself!"
Jennifer got up on her knees, wrapping her arms around her midsection. There wasn't much point in trying to cover her nudity, since she had been lying here on display for God knew how long, but psychologically it made her feel better. "Please, Mr. Ratty, I appeal to you! Tell him he can't do this!"
The little guy's eyes grew wide at being addressed by a girl. "Russell," he babbled without thinking. "My real name is Russell Krebs. That's Boomer... Billy Aker--"
"Why did you tell her our names for?" Boomer said, thumping him hard on the back of his head. "We can't let her go now! She'd set the cops on us!"
"You weren't going to let her go anyway," the little one whined, rubbing the bruise.
"Please, kind sir," Jennifer begged, turning back to the big one. "Please just give me back my costume and let me go! I promise I won't tell any--"
Boomer suddenly seized the Fox by her forearms and threw her back on the bed. He climbed on top of the girl, holding her down by the sheer weight of his bulk. "Get this straight, babe! You ain't no superhero no more! What you are is MINE, get it? My personal piece of tail, my private little porn star! You exist only to do exactly what I want, and right now I'm tired of hearing that whiny voice!"
"Yes, sir... anything you want..." the Fox murmured.
"Master!" he said, threateningly. "You call me Master."
"Yes, Master," the Fox whimpered. Jennifer hated herself for it, but for the moment soothing this knuckle-dragging Neanderthal was the only thing she could do. Just as suddenly as he had turned violent, he seemed to notice her unclothed body trapped underneath him. Rhythmically he began to rub his jeans-clad crotch up and down against her. He leaned forward, Jennifer squeezing her eyes closed as he planted rough kisses along her face and neck.
"You're pretty hot, you know that?" he grunted, with what Jennifer supposed must pass for foreplay in his world, because right after that his hands were all over her, roughly fondling her breasts and feeling up her labia. Like most girls, Jennifer had at one time had fantasies about making it with a "bad boy". Involuntarily her nipples were responding, perking up into hard points as he forced her thighs apart, his fingers probing into private areas he had no right to be. The smell of him, the crushing weight of him on top holding her helpless, the feel of his bulging cock pressed between her legs were like strong alcohol, making her head spin. He could take her on a whim and there was no way to stop him. She was nothing but his helpless plaything.
He eased up long enough to unbuckle his jeans and tug them down. His huge member swelled outward against his tighty whiteys. "Looks like Little Bill is happy to see you," he joked as he leaned forward again...
But at that moment, the ring tone of his cell phone went off with the opening chords of Green Day's "Basket Case". With a frustrated hiss, Boomer fished in his pants for it. "Oh hey Nightowl, what's up?... Already? Look man, I'm in the middle of something... No seriously I can't... OK, OK, keep your pants on, I'll be there. Later dude."
Boomer put away the phone and zipped himself back up. "Gotta make a run," he explained. "Nightowl's cooked up a new batch of ice." He cocked his head at Jennifer. "Come to think of it, wouldn't hurt to give a sliver to Miss Prissytail here. Might loosen her up a bit."
The Fuchsia Fox felt her pulse race. Ice? They were crystal meth dealers! She couldn't let him follow through with his threat to drug her. But how in the world was she supposed to prevent him?
Rat licked his lips. "I can go, Boomer. You stay here and... uh... have fun."
"Nah, I been meanin to talk to him about uppin our percentage. It's us who takes the risks sellin the shit. I'll be back in a flash. You watch the slut while I'm gone. And don't get too close to her, hear me?"
***
Captain Fletcher had left Lt. Caldwell and drove on down Interstate 66. Every couple of minutes, he checked his voicemail for messages. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but one thing he knew was that he just couldn't sit still with the Fuchsia Fox missing. If everything had gone well, she would have somehow gotten word to him by now.
Not long past the Fair Oaks exit, he came across a blue sports car in the breakdown lane. As he flashed past, he saw that the driver was a pretty blond woman. A firm believer in the law of karma, he hit the brakes immediately and backed up to see what he could do to help. Naturally she was a little wary at first, but a U.S. Army uniform is a good ice-breaker in situations like this.
"Oh my Green Knight," she said, smiling. "Thank goodness chivalry isn't dead."
"What the heck happened?" Fletcher asked as he looked over the car. Someone had apparently crumpled the left front fender so badly it had punctured the tire on that side.
"Some jerk in a red and black pickup truck," the girl grumbled. "He came tearing through about ten minutes ago like he was on his way to a fire or something."
"Did you see where he went?"
"Well yeah," she said with a puzzled look. "He got off at the next exit, heading towards the Manassas Battlefield."
Jennifer opened her eyes, wondering how in the world she had ended up lying in a bed with her legs spread apart. A musty smelling bed at that... Then she saw the two guys staring at her exposed breasts. She started to sit up purely on reflex, which brought home to her the fact that her panties were gone, too. THAT'S what the guys had been looking at!
"Hey!" the Fox blurted out. A sizzling wave of shock and embarrassment surged through her body at the very thought of two strange men undressing her while she was helpless. She sat up, cupping her hands over her shaved womanhood. The movement revealed that her right ankle had a light, zinc-plated chain attached to it, anchoring her to a narrow support beam about ten feet away.
"You wouldn't get far in just your birthday suit, cunt," the bigger of the two men said, laughing. "The chain's just so you don't get any ideas." He was a brawny man with piercings on his ears and eyebrow, wearing black jeans and a dirty white muscle shirt. The way he laughed at her predicament and used the word "cunt" was definitely a clue that he had not brought the Fox here for her health. A little guy with oily hair, wearing a long sleeved striped polo shirt, was squatting off to one side, not saying anything but staring at her in a way that gave her the creeps.
"What's the deal here?" the superheroine demanded. "Why have you taken my costume off?"
"I told Ratty you'd be helpless without it," he smirked. "Was I wrong?"
For a second, the Fox considered trying to bluff, but she knew she'd never get far with a strategy like that. Likewise for appealing to their better nature. They didn't look like guys who had a great deal of empathy or compassion for a defenseless female. Jennifer felt humiliation burning her cheeks. She was most powerful superheroine in the city, but without her bracelets she was powerless, completely at the mercy of these two lowlifes! Begging probably wouldn't get her anywhere either, but it was all she had. "Please! You've got to let me go! Madam Mantis is up to something! I have to stop her!"
"Oooh, hear that, Ratty?" Boomer said mockingly. "Miss Priss has got to go save the world! She can't even save herself!"
Jennifer got up on her knees, wrapping her arms around her midsection. There wasn't much point in trying to cover her nudity, since she had been lying here on display for God knew how long, but psychologically it made her feel better. "Please, Mr. Ratty, I appeal to you! Tell him he can't do this!"
The little guy's eyes grew wide at being addressed by a girl. "Russell," he babbled without thinking. "My real name is Russell Krebs. That's Boomer... Billy Aker--"
"Why did you tell her our names for?" Boomer said, thumping him hard on the back of his head. "We can't let her go now! She'd set the cops on us!"
"You weren't going to let her go anyway," the little one whined, rubbing the bruise.
"Please, kind sir," Jennifer begged, turning back to the big one. "Please just give me back my costume and let me go! I promise I won't tell any--"
Boomer suddenly seized the Fox by her forearms and threw her back on the bed. He climbed on top of the girl, holding her down by the sheer weight of his bulk. "Get this straight, babe! You ain't no superhero no more! What you are is MINE, get it? My personal piece of tail, my private little porn star! You exist only to do exactly what I want, and right now I'm tired of hearing that whiny voice!"
"Yes, sir... anything you want..." the Fox murmured.
"Master!" he said, threateningly. "You call me Master."
"Yes, Master," the Fox whimpered. Jennifer hated herself for it, but for the moment soothing this knuckle-dragging Neanderthal was the only thing she could do. Just as suddenly as he had turned violent, he seemed to notice her unclothed body trapped underneath him. Rhythmically he began to rub his jeans-clad crotch up and down against her. He leaned forward, Jennifer squeezing her eyes closed as he planted rough kisses along her face and neck.
"You're pretty hot, you know that?" he grunted, with what Jennifer supposed must pass for foreplay in his world, because right after that his hands were all over her, roughly fondling her breasts and feeling up her labia. Like most girls, Jennifer had at one time had fantasies about making it with a "bad boy". Involuntarily her nipples were responding, perking up into hard points as he forced her thighs apart, his fingers probing into private areas he had no right to be. The smell of him, the crushing weight of him on top holding her helpless, the feel of his bulging cock pressed between her legs were like strong alcohol, making her head spin. He could take her on a whim and there was no way to stop him. She was nothing but his helpless plaything.
He eased up long enough to unbuckle his jeans and tug them down. His huge member swelled outward against his tighty whiteys. "Looks like Little Bill is happy to see you," he joked as he leaned forward again...
But at that moment, the ring tone of his cell phone went off with the opening chords of Green Day's "Basket Case". With a frustrated hiss, Boomer fished in his pants for it. "Oh hey Nightowl, what's up?... Already? Look man, I'm in the middle of something... No seriously I can't... OK, OK, keep your pants on, I'll be there. Later dude."
Boomer put away the phone and zipped himself back up. "Gotta make a run," he explained. "Nightowl's cooked up a new batch of ice." He cocked his head at Jennifer. "Come to think of it, wouldn't hurt to give a sliver to Miss Prissytail here. Might loosen her up a bit."
The Fuchsia Fox felt her pulse race. Ice? They were crystal meth dealers! She couldn't let him follow through with his threat to drug her. But how in the world was she supposed to prevent him?
Rat licked his lips. "I can go, Boomer. You stay here and... uh... have fun."
"Nah, I been meanin to talk to him about uppin our percentage. It's us who takes the risks sellin the shit. I'll be back in a flash. You watch the slut while I'm gone. And don't get too close to her, hear me?"
***
Captain Fletcher had left Lt. Caldwell and drove on down Interstate 66. Every couple of minutes, he checked his voicemail for messages. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but one thing he knew was that he just couldn't sit still with the Fuchsia Fox missing. If everything had gone well, she would have somehow gotten word to him by now.
Not long past the Fair Oaks exit, he came across a blue sports car in the breakdown lane. As he flashed past, he saw that the driver was a pretty blond woman. A firm believer in the law of karma, he hit the brakes immediately and backed up to see what he could do to help. Naturally she was a little wary at first, but a U.S. Army uniform is a good ice-breaker in situations like this.
"Oh my Green Knight," she said, smiling. "Thank goodness chivalry isn't dead."
"What the heck happened?" Fletcher asked as he looked over the car. Someone had apparently crumpled the left front fender so badly it had punctured the tire on that side.
"Some jerk in a red and black pickup truck," the girl grumbled. "He came tearing through about ten minutes ago like he was on his way to a fire or something."
"Did you see where he went?"
"Well yeah," she said with a puzzled look. "He got off at the next exit, heading towards the Manassas Battlefield."
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OH MY I am loving this! I might as well be chained down with the gorgeous Fox anxious awaiting what might happen next...
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F.F. is definitely in trouble!
Yes Supergirl, that's right its a necklace for you....What's the matter you don't like Kryptonite?
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Chapter 4 --
Once Boomer was gone, the Fox had her first opportunity to look around at the place she was being held captive. It was a single room, about thirty feet by forty, with two garage doors on one wall and a single regular sized door on another. It was through this single door Boomer had left, implying that his meth supplier must live within walking distance.
Half the space was taken up by a big, rust-covered van, tools, spare tires and assorted junk. The other half was living space, with the two beds, a flatscreen TV, Xbox and stacks of cheap dvds and games, a kitchenette with a sink, microwave and refrigerator. There was even an old Nautilus exercise machine that looked like it hadn't been used in years. Draped over it, the Fox could see the limp and lifeless shape of her halter top, briefs, gloves and ankle boots, but there was no sign of her precious Bracelets of Ishtar. Seeing her costume like that, far out of reach, only made her feel that much more helpless.
In one corner was a bathroom. When the superheroine asked Rat very sweetly if she could please please use it, they discovered that the fifteen feet of chain clamped around her ankle wouldn't quite reach. Boomer had fastened it with a bolt, the nut screwed down so tight it would take a wrench to get it undone. The little guy didn't even consider it. He brought her a large stainless steel bowl, and she had to pee in that, with him watching. When she was done, she tried working him again.
"Please, Russell," she begged, "you've got to let me go! Pretty please?"
"Look, I can't! Boomer would kill me, so don't even ask ok?"
Jennifer hated herself for what she was plotting, but Boomer had threatened to shoot her up with crystal meth when he got back, and she was desperate to get free before he returned. "When was the last time you had a woman, Russell?" she asked coyly. He didn't answer, being preoccupied staring at her bare feet. Her round little toes, the smooth, perfect curve of her instep, were giving him a massive boner.
She reached over to caress his arm through his long sleeve, and he didn't shy away. "You've been so nice to me... Would you like me to go down on you? Or you could do me?" Her arm gently slipped around his waist, her hand reaching between his legs to touch his trouser snake.
Rat moaned with ecstasy. "You'd do that? For me?"
As an answer, Jennifer carefully unzipped his fly and reached inside his pants. She felt the hot stiffness of his wiener throbbing in her hand, provoking an involuntary sexual response in her own body. She let out a low hiss as her fingers gripped his member and slowly began to stroke him. "Oooh yesss baby," she sighed. "You're so BIG! I'm really getting WET! Is this good for you?"
Scooting around in front of him like she was giving him a lap dance, Jennifer positioned her bare breasts where he could see them while she fondled his johnson, desperately struggling to ignore the ever-growing mmmoist sensation of arousal in her pussy. She had to be careful not to get excited and go too fast. It would be disastrous if he ejaculated too soon. Rat closed his eyes and sat there, groaning.
Jennifer paused, shyly lowering her lashes. "There's just one thing, Russell. Could I please wear my costume while I'm doing it? I'd just feel sexier, you know? I could take it off again before Boomer gets back. Or maybe just..." She had to be careful to sound casual, as if it didn't matter in the least. "...maybe just my bracelets..."
"Bracelets?" Rat broke away, scurrying across to the exercise machine, where he picked up her empty halter top. He stood there fondling the thin, stretchable fabric, touching her briefs, her boots, trying to remember what he'd done with the bracelets. Finally he found them and picked them up. Jennifer's heart quivered with expectation...
Unfortunately he saw the eager expression on her face. "Wait! You're trying to trick me!" he snarled suddenly, dropping them to the floor.
"No! No, Russell!" Jennifer backpedaled. "I'm not trying to--"
"Don't LIE!" he screamed, getting more agitated by the second. "Girls always try something like this! Boomer takes care of me! He looks after me, and you... you're trying to make me betray him, you lying BITCH!"
Rat suddenly charged. The Fox tried to defend herself with some judo moves, but he broke through, grabbing her by the neck with surprising strength for a man his size. "Please, Russell!" Jennifer squealed as she landed flat on her back amid the bedclothes. "Please don't hurt me!"
He pinned the girl down against the pillows, his thumb applying pressure to her windpipe, choking her, while his free hand whipped out a switchblade knife. She was helpless in his grip as he laid the cold naked blade against her smooth throat. "We'll see how hot you are once I've carved up that pretty face..."
***
Fletcher turned down a county road, moving deeper into woodlands. Suddenly he saw a red and black Dodge pickup truck coming from the other direction. The tinted window on the driver's side was rolled down so that he could see that the two men inside were both Orientals. It turned off onto a private road and disappeared into the forest. Quickly he spun the car around and followed, while his free hand dialed his phone. "Caldwell? Fletcher. I might be on to something. It's too soon to be sure, but I'll let you know."
Minutes later, the trees on either side abruptly opened into a private campground. Fletcher pulled the car over and got out. Wishing he had brought a sidearm with him, he crept forward on foot through the trees. Ahead he could see three long buildings and one smaller one, all built of rough logs. The whole place looked deserted.
Sidling up to one of the long buildings that looked like a dining hall, he caught hold of the window sill and pulled himself up high enough to see inside. Sure enough, there was Madam Mantis, talking to a Chinese man in a cheap blue suit. That must be Lao. They were standing beside a huge metal crate, the kind used to transport zoo animals. This one was big enough for a rhino. The female villain was showing Dr. Lao a computer tablet and gesturing at the crate, but they were too far away to make out what they were saying.
Fletcher dropped to the ground and pulled out his phone. As he did, he felt a pricking sensation in between his shoulder blades. Three of Madam Mantis' goons were standing behind him, holding spears on him.
***
Boomer suddenly walked through the door, carrying a black nylon backpack slung over one shoulder by the strap. When he saw what was going on, he dropped it on the table in alarm. "Rat! Let her go, man!"
He jumped onto the bed and for a moment there was a three way wrestling match, both men on top of the naked Fuchsia Fox, pinning her down. Jennifer thought that if Rat didn't cut her throat first, she was going to be crushed under the weight of their bodies. Eventually Boomer managed to pry Rat away from her and drag him off the bed. "It's ok, man," he soothed, putting a companionable arm around the little guy's shoulders. "Take a breather! Take it slow! Whatever the cunt did, we'll get her back! I got the speed. We'll get her all juiced up and then we'll both take turns bangin her, eh? Won't that be great?"
Rat nodded, breathing heavily. "Yeah, Boomer. That'll be swell. That'll be neat."
"Maybe we'll give her a good spanking first, eh? Teach the slut a lesson..."
"Yeah, teach her a lesson."
"Somehow, boys," said a quiet feminine voice, "I don't think it's going to be that easy." In the confusion, Rat had dropped her halter top within reach, and Jennifer had taken the opportunity to slip it on. The psychological impact alone of that feat was incalculable. She was no longer just a helpless, naked girl. She felt like the Fuchsia Fox again.
"Oooh you got your cute little undies back," Boomer said condescendingly, taking a step towards her. "I'll just have to strip it off you again."
Once Boomer was gone, the Fox had her first opportunity to look around at the place she was being held captive. It was a single room, about thirty feet by forty, with two garage doors on one wall and a single regular sized door on another. It was through this single door Boomer had left, implying that his meth supplier must live within walking distance.
Half the space was taken up by a big, rust-covered van, tools, spare tires and assorted junk. The other half was living space, with the two beds, a flatscreen TV, Xbox and stacks of cheap dvds and games, a kitchenette with a sink, microwave and refrigerator. There was even an old Nautilus exercise machine that looked like it hadn't been used in years. Draped over it, the Fox could see the limp and lifeless shape of her halter top, briefs, gloves and ankle boots, but there was no sign of her precious Bracelets of Ishtar. Seeing her costume like that, far out of reach, only made her feel that much more helpless.
In one corner was a bathroom. When the superheroine asked Rat very sweetly if she could please please use it, they discovered that the fifteen feet of chain clamped around her ankle wouldn't quite reach. Boomer had fastened it with a bolt, the nut screwed down so tight it would take a wrench to get it undone. The little guy didn't even consider it. He brought her a large stainless steel bowl, and she had to pee in that, with him watching. When she was done, she tried working him again.
"Please, Russell," she begged, "you've got to let me go! Pretty please?"
"Look, I can't! Boomer would kill me, so don't even ask ok?"
Jennifer hated herself for what she was plotting, but Boomer had threatened to shoot her up with crystal meth when he got back, and she was desperate to get free before he returned. "When was the last time you had a woman, Russell?" she asked coyly. He didn't answer, being preoccupied staring at her bare feet. Her round little toes, the smooth, perfect curve of her instep, were giving him a massive boner.
She reached over to caress his arm through his long sleeve, and he didn't shy away. "You've been so nice to me... Would you like me to go down on you? Or you could do me?" Her arm gently slipped around his waist, her hand reaching between his legs to touch his trouser snake.
Rat moaned with ecstasy. "You'd do that? For me?"
As an answer, Jennifer carefully unzipped his fly and reached inside his pants. She felt the hot stiffness of his wiener throbbing in her hand, provoking an involuntary sexual response in her own body. She let out a low hiss as her fingers gripped his member and slowly began to stroke him. "Oooh yesss baby," she sighed. "You're so BIG! I'm really getting WET! Is this good for you?"
Scooting around in front of him like she was giving him a lap dance, Jennifer positioned her bare breasts where he could see them while she fondled his johnson, desperately struggling to ignore the ever-growing mmmoist sensation of arousal in her pussy. She had to be careful not to get excited and go too fast. It would be disastrous if he ejaculated too soon. Rat closed his eyes and sat there, groaning.
Jennifer paused, shyly lowering her lashes. "There's just one thing, Russell. Could I please wear my costume while I'm doing it? I'd just feel sexier, you know? I could take it off again before Boomer gets back. Or maybe just..." She had to be careful to sound casual, as if it didn't matter in the least. "...maybe just my bracelets..."
"Bracelets?" Rat broke away, scurrying across to the exercise machine, where he picked up her empty halter top. He stood there fondling the thin, stretchable fabric, touching her briefs, her boots, trying to remember what he'd done with the bracelets. Finally he found them and picked them up. Jennifer's heart quivered with expectation...
Unfortunately he saw the eager expression on her face. "Wait! You're trying to trick me!" he snarled suddenly, dropping them to the floor.
"No! No, Russell!" Jennifer backpedaled. "I'm not trying to--"
"Don't LIE!" he screamed, getting more agitated by the second. "Girls always try something like this! Boomer takes care of me! He looks after me, and you... you're trying to make me betray him, you lying BITCH!"
Rat suddenly charged. The Fox tried to defend herself with some judo moves, but he broke through, grabbing her by the neck with surprising strength for a man his size. "Please, Russell!" Jennifer squealed as she landed flat on her back amid the bedclothes. "Please don't hurt me!"
He pinned the girl down against the pillows, his thumb applying pressure to her windpipe, choking her, while his free hand whipped out a switchblade knife. She was helpless in his grip as he laid the cold naked blade against her smooth throat. "We'll see how hot you are once I've carved up that pretty face..."
***
Fletcher turned down a county road, moving deeper into woodlands. Suddenly he saw a red and black Dodge pickup truck coming from the other direction. The tinted window on the driver's side was rolled down so that he could see that the two men inside were both Orientals. It turned off onto a private road and disappeared into the forest. Quickly he spun the car around and followed, while his free hand dialed his phone. "Caldwell? Fletcher. I might be on to something. It's too soon to be sure, but I'll let you know."
Minutes later, the trees on either side abruptly opened into a private campground. Fletcher pulled the car over and got out. Wishing he had brought a sidearm with him, he crept forward on foot through the trees. Ahead he could see three long buildings and one smaller one, all built of rough logs. The whole place looked deserted.
Sidling up to one of the long buildings that looked like a dining hall, he caught hold of the window sill and pulled himself up high enough to see inside. Sure enough, there was Madam Mantis, talking to a Chinese man in a cheap blue suit. That must be Lao. They were standing beside a huge metal crate, the kind used to transport zoo animals. This one was big enough for a rhino. The female villain was showing Dr. Lao a computer tablet and gesturing at the crate, but they were too far away to make out what they were saying.
Fletcher dropped to the ground and pulled out his phone. As he did, he felt a pricking sensation in between his shoulder blades. Three of Madam Mantis' goons were standing behind him, holding spears on him.
***
Boomer suddenly walked through the door, carrying a black nylon backpack slung over one shoulder by the strap. When he saw what was going on, he dropped it on the table in alarm. "Rat! Let her go, man!"
He jumped onto the bed and for a moment there was a three way wrestling match, both men on top of the naked Fuchsia Fox, pinning her down. Jennifer thought that if Rat didn't cut her throat first, she was going to be crushed under the weight of their bodies. Eventually Boomer managed to pry Rat away from her and drag him off the bed. "It's ok, man," he soothed, putting a companionable arm around the little guy's shoulders. "Take a breather! Take it slow! Whatever the cunt did, we'll get her back! I got the speed. We'll get her all juiced up and then we'll both take turns bangin her, eh? Won't that be great?"
Rat nodded, breathing heavily. "Yeah, Boomer. That'll be swell. That'll be neat."
"Maybe we'll give her a good spanking first, eh? Teach the slut a lesson..."
"Yeah, teach her a lesson."
"Somehow, boys," said a quiet feminine voice, "I don't think it's going to be that easy." In the confusion, Rat had dropped her halter top within reach, and Jennifer had taken the opportunity to slip it on. The psychological impact alone of that feat was incalculable. She was no longer just a helpless, naked girl. She felt like the Fuchsia Fox again.
"Oooh you got your cute little undies back," Boomer said condescendingly, taking a step towards her. "I'll just have to strip it off you again."
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Chapter 5 --
As Boomer advanced on her, Jennifer cleared her mind and visualized her Bracelets of Ishtar, activating the psionic connection between her costume and her weapons. As the bracelets appeared on her wrists, she struck them together and whispered, "Ishtar!"
A dazzling nimbus of energy burst through the Fox's body, feeling almost like an orgasm. For a minute both Boomer and Rat were spellbound watching her lissome frame engulfed by it and transformed. The chain around her ankle snapped and went flying. A moment later the brilliance faded, leaving the Fuchsia Fox standing there on the bed looking down like a haughty goddess.
Boomer produced a handgun from somewhere. Rat had his switchblade. But it wasn't even a fight. The stunning superheroine slapped their weapons away with disdainful ease, grabbed their collars, and simply pinned them back to back against the support post, securing their wrists together on both sides using the same chain she had been held prisoner with. It was over almost before they had time to react.
"Let us go, cunt," Boomer blustered, struggling with the chain as the Fox casually put on her briefs, ankle boots, and gloves. "We didn't do nothing! We didn't hurt you!"
"Didn't do anything?" the Fox said, getting right up in his face. "When I was in your power, you tried your best to terrorize me and make me feel vulnerable!" Grabbing hold of his muscle shirt, she tore it down the middle and removed it. Then she unbuckled his trousers and pulled them and his underpants down to his ankles, leaving his willy exposed and dangling. "How does it feel?"
"We got rights!" Boomer insisted, tugging frantically against the chain as the superheroine did the same thing to Rat. "You can't do nothing to us! You have to arrest us and take us to jail."
"Do you see a badge anywhere on this costume, sport?" the Fox said. "I can do whatever I feel like with you. And believe me, I can think of a few inventive things." She looked down at his stiff member for a long time as if she were thinking what to do to it.
"On the other hand," she said thoughtfully, "I could just turn you over to a friend of mine. He's had Army Ranger training. He was telling me one time about this thing the Vietcong did with a bamboo splint, shoving it up inside your urethra. The trouble is it's got these tiny barbs so it won't come out again. It just stays there lodged in your urinary tract for the rest of your life and hurts like twenty different kinds of hell." She shivered theatrically. "I nearly threw up just hearing about it. Of course you GUYS are lucky. You could always go to a doctor and get it cut off! One thing's for sure, you'll never feel like raping a woman ever again."
Rat was quivering like a nervous chihuahua. Boomer's face had turned pale. "You wouldn't do that to us! You're a goody two shoes superhero for Christ's sake!"
"You think that applies to scumbags like you? Remember that video that got posted on the Internet a while back?" She paused to shake her head dolefully. "I tell him, 'Hon, whatever you plan to do to these guys, I don't want to know about it.' In politics they call it plausible deniability. It works out great. Well... For me, at least... "
"You wouldn't." Boomer repeated, shaking his head over and over.
The Fox patted him on the arm. "That's it, sweetie. You just keep telling yourself that." She strolled over to the table and opened Boomer's backpack. It was full of plastic baggies, each containing meth in either clear crystals or white pill form. She pulled some out to make sure the drugs were in plain sight (handling them carefully with her gloves so as not to smudge what fingerprints Boomer and Nightowl might have left on the bags), then picked up Boomer's cell phone and dialed.
"Detective Caldwell? This is the Fuchsia Fox. I'm fine, just got a little side-tracked is all. Would you do me a favor and have the Fairfax County sheriffs come to this address? The front door will be open. Tell them they'll find a couple of methamphedamine pushers named William Akerman and Russell Krebs. Their supplier is someone called Nightowl, and I'm sure they'd be happy to help finger him."
She paused to flash Boomer an impish wink, then lowered her voice a little. "And detective, these guys have really ticked me off today, so tell the sheriffs I'd take it as a personal favor if they'd lean on them as hard as they possibly can."
***
Fletcher was seized by either arm and dragged inside the dining hall, where Madam Mantis and Dr. Lao were still in conversation. The man's attention was focused completely on the tablet. The woman turned to observe Fletcher's entrance with only slight interest. "Why do you interrupt with this?" she said imperiously to her henchmen. "Kill him."
Although he had heard of her, this was the first time Fletcher had seen the lovely female supervillain up close. The angelic face framed in the M shape of her head-dress was cold and arrogant, glancing at Fletcher with no more interest than he would show a bug. She was a little taller than the average woman, especially an Asian woman. Her green leotard hugged her curves beautifully, high cut in the thighs, making her shapely dancer's legs (clad in green slippers) look even longer. But being a guy, the main thing that rivetted his attention was her wonderful hooters, straining against the laced front of her deep decolletage.
He desperately tried to think of how to keep from being murdered on the spot. "That wouldn't be a smart move, Madam Mantis," he said. "If I don't report back, the police will come running. They know everything I know."
"But you know nothing," she retorted calmly.
"Can you afford to take that chance?"
Madam Mantis didn't smile. Fletcher didn't think any emotion would crack that icy face. She did however raise her right eyebrow a whisker. "I, too, have seen Goldfinger, Foolish One," she said, and turned to her henchmen. "Kill him." The thugs hauled Fletcher towards the door.
Meanwhile, Dr. Lao was now directing his attention to the big metal crate. "I begin to see your problem," he said, peering through the narrow slats at whatever was inside. "The gene sequences have become disordered. Inducing such mutations using radioactive isotopes is always a risky business at best. Even so, it is a remarkable achievement! You are to be congratulated!" As Madam Mantis bowed her head in humble acknowledgment of the compliment, he added, "Is it as dangerous as it looks?"
Madame Mantis raised her head. "WAIT!" she called to her henchmen, who had just reached the door with Fletcher. "It is after all fortuituous that you happened by, Foolish One. You can be of service to me in a small demonstration."
As Boomer advanced on her, Jennifer cleared her mind and visualized her Bracelets of Ishtar, activating the psionic connection between her costume and her weapons. As the bracelets appeared on her wrists, she struck them together and whispered, "Ishtar!"
A dazzling nimbus of energy burst through the Fox's body, feeling almost like an orgasm. For a minute both Boomer and Rat were spellbound watching her lissome frame engulfed by it and transformed. The chain around her ankle snapped and went flying. A moment later the brilliance faded, leaving the Fuchsia Fox standing there on the bed looking down like a haughty goddess.
Boomer produced a handgun from somewhere. Rat had his switchblade. But it wasn't even a fight. The stunning superheroine slapped their weapons away with disdainful ease, grabbed their collars, and simply pinned them back to back against the support post, securing their wrists together on both sides using the same chain she had been held prisoner with. It was over almost before they had time to react.
"Let us go, cunt," Boomer blustered, struggling with the chain as the Fox casually put on her briefs, ankle boots, and gloves. "We didn't do nothing! We didn't hurt you!"
"Didn't do anything?" the Fox said, getting right up in his face. "When I was in your power, you tried your best to terrorize me and make me feel vulnerable!" Grabbing hold of his muscle shirt, she tore it down the middle and removed it. Then she unbuckled his trousers and pulled them and his underpants down to his ankles, leaving his willy exposed and dangling. "How does it feel?"
"We got rights!" Boomer insisted, tugging frantically against the chain as the superheroine did the same thing to Rat. "You can't do nothing to us! You have to arrest us and take us to jail."
"Do you see a badge anywhere on this costume, sport?" the Fox said. "I can do whatever I feel like with you. And believe me, I can think of a few inventive things." She looked down at his stiff member for a long time as if she were thinking what to do to it.
"On the other hand," she said thoughtfully, "I could just turn you over to a friend of mine. He's had Army Ranger training. He was telling me one time about this thing the Vietcong did with a bamboo splint, shoving it up inside your urethra. The trouble is it's got these tiny barbs so it won't come out again. It just stays there lodged in your urinary tract for the rest of your life and hurts like twenty different kinds of hell." She shivered theatrically. "I nearly threw up just hearing about it. Of course you GUYS are lucky. You could always go to a doctor and get it cut off! One thing's for sure, you'll never feel like raping a woman ever again."
Rat was quivering like a nervous chihuahua. Boomer's face had turned pale. "You wouldn't do that to us! You're a goody two shoes superhero for Christ's sake!"
"You think that applies to scumbags like you? Remember that video that got posted on the Internet a while back?" She paused to shake her head dolefully. "I tell him, 'Hon, whatever you plan to do to these guys, I don't want to know about it.' In politics they call it plausible deniability. It works out great. Well... For me, at least... "
"You wouldn't." Boomer repeated, shaking his head over and over.
The Fox patted him on the arm. "That's it, sweetie. You just keep telling yourself that." She strolled over to the table and opened Boomer's backpack. It was full of plastic baggies, each containing meth in either clear crystals or white pill form. She pulled some out to make sure the drugs were in plain sight (handling them carefully with her gloves so as not to smudge what fingerprints Boomer and Nightowl might have left on the bags), then picked up Boomer's cell phone and dialed.
"Detective Caldwell? This is the Fuchsia Fox. I'm fine, just got a little side-tracked is all. Would you do me a favor and have the Fairfax County sheriffs come to this address? The front door will be open. Tell them they'll find a couple of methamphedamine pushers named William Akerman and Russell Krebs. Their supplier is someone called Nightowl, and I'm sure they'd be happy to help finger him."
She paused to flash Boomer an impish wink, then lowered her voice a little. "And detective, these guys have really ticked me off today, so tell the sheriffs I'd take it as a personal favor if they'd lean on them as hard as they possibly can."
***
Fletcher was seized by either arm and dragged inside the dining hall, where Madam Mantis and Dr. Lao were still in conversation. The man's attention was focused completely on the tablet. The woman turned to observe Fletcher's entrance with only slight interest. "Why do you interrupt with this?" she said imperiously to her henchmen. "Kill him."
Although he had heard of her, this was the first time Fletcher had seen the lovely female supervillain up close. The angelic face framed in the M shape of her head-dress was cold and arrogant, glancing at Fletcher with no more interest than he would show a bug. She was a little taller than the average woman, especially an Asian woman. Her green leotard hugged her curves beautifully, high cut in the thighs, making her shapely dancer's legs (clad in green slippers) look even longer. But being a guy, the main thing that rivetted his attention was her wonderful hooters, straining against the laced front of her deep decolletage.
He desperately tried to think of how to keep from being murdered on the spot. "That wouldn't be a smart move, Madam Mantis," he said. "If I don't report back, the police will come running. They know everything I know."
"But you know nothing," she retorted calmly.
"Can you afford to take that chance?"
Madam Mantis didn't smile. Fletcher didn't think any emotion would crack that icy face. She did however raise her right eyebrow a whisker. "I, too, have seen Goldfinger, Foolish One," she said, and turned to her henchmen. "Kill him." The thugs hauled Fletcher towards the door.
Meanwhile, Dr. Lao was now directing his attention to the big metal crate. "I begin to see your problem," he said, peering through the narrow slats at whatever was inside. "The gene sequences have become disordered. Inducing such mutations using radioactive isotopes is always a risky business at best. Even so, it is a remarkable achievement! You are to be congratulated!" As Madam Mantis bowed her head in humble acknowledgment of the compliment, he added, "Is it as dangerous as it looks?"
Madame Mantis raised her head. "WAIT!" she called to her henchmen, who had just reached the door with Fletcher. "It is after all fortuituous that you happened by, Foolish One. You can be of service to me in a small demonstration."
Re: Fuchsia Fox: "High Heels and Low Lifes"
Chapter 6 --
The dining hall was furnished with two long rows of tables, separated by a wide center aisle. The roof was supported by four pairs of wooden pillars. While Madame Mantis and Dr. Lao observed from the far end of the hall, the henchmen used ropes to suspend Fletcher by his wrists between two of the pillars in the middle. They positioned the crate fifteen feet away, lifted the gate, and hurriedly backed off to a safe distance.
Fletcher tugged on the ropes holding his wrists. The windows were only covered by screens. If he could slip either of the ropes, he might be able to maneuver whatever it was into breaking the other. And then-- He froze. Something moved with a CLICK! inside the crate! It was coming out!
It was about eight feet long and moved with a curiously jerking, swaying motion. A triangular head emerged into the light, sporting two enormous round eyes. The body that followed was long and slim, covered with a hard carapace. Its narrow, spine-covered arms were folded in front of it, ready to pounce. It was a giant praying mantis!
Once clear of the crate, the creature rotated its head smoothly to the left and to the right. No one in the room dared to move. Then it fixed on the slight swaying motion of Fletcher's body, hung from the ropes like a fly on a spider's web!
"Now watch carefully," Madam Mantis whispered to Dr. Lao. "It kills very swiftly."
Suddenly the entire window frame to Fletcher's left blew in as the Fuchsia Fox appeared and landed right in front of the beast! "Take a hike, ugly!" the stunning superheroine said, planting her gorgeous spandex-clad body in its path. "Are you all right, Martin?"
"I am now that you're here, Angel," Fletcher said, feeling his pulse speed up at the sight of her flawless frame, especially her long legs and tight little derriere.
Jennifer couldn't resist a quick glance in his direction, making the mistake of taking her eyes off of the praying mantis. It struck like lightning, darting forward and latching its spiked arms in a vice grip around the Fox's lissome waist. Her skin-tight force shield protected her from harm, but as she kicked her lovely legs, struggling to break out of its grip, the beast turned and flung her twenty feet to slam against a wooden support beam.
Madam Mantis watched the fight with satisfaction. The creation of this mutated insect had been unintentional, merely the byproduct of her genetics research. But if it rid her of the meddlesome Fuchsia Fox, so much the better. Dr. Lao and her henchmen were not so nonchalant. A ripple of panic went through the men as the giant mantid looked around for another victim. They began to move towards the exit, drawing the creature's attention.
Fortunately for them, at that moment it latched onto a much closer target, attracted by the frantic movements of Martin Fletcher as he finally worked loose one of his ropes. Spreading a pair of stubby oval wings, it sprang towards him instead.
"No you don't!" the Fox cried, leaping at the same time and grabbing hold of its hind leg. The creature crashed to the floor just inches from its victim with the alluring superheroine on top of it. She threw a punch which rebounded off its tough carapace, and the two of them rolled, overturning and knocking aside dining tables as they moved towards the end of the hall.
One flailing spike caught on the beautiful superheroine's halter top, ripping a long gash in the fabric while throwing her off. As she went sprawling, the mantid reared up onto its hind legs and struck like a cobra. The Fox ducked to one side just in time, letting it crash through one of the hardwood tables instead.
Suddenly the sound of police sirens screamed in the air. Through the windows, blue flashing lights could be seen approaching in the distance, along with at least one helicopter. "Come to me, quickly!" commanded Madam Mantis. The henchmen rallied around their mistress, joining hands as she pressed the decorative fastener on the front of her belt. The entire group instantly disappeared! Lao would have vanished along with them, but he was tackled from behind by Martin Fletcher at the last second.
"Not so fast, doctor," he said. "You've still got a plane to catch, remember?"
Meanwhile the enraged mantid was still trying its utmost to sink its jaws into the Fuchsia Fox. As it reared up a second time, the spunky superlady plowed her fist into its softer underside. The creature staggered back awkwardly, shaking its triangular head from side to side. While it was stunned, the Fox caught its front legs and hurled the giant insect back into its crate. She slammed the gate down, trapping it. "Whew!" she breathed.
"Thanks for the rescue, Angel," said Fletcher, snaking one arm around her shapely waist.
"Thank Lt. Caldwell," she replied, holding together the part of her halter top which had gotten ripped by the mantid. "He's the one who took your GPS coordinates last time you called him. When you didn't call back, he sent in the marines."
Fletcher kept a wary eye on Dr. Lao as the scientist sat down on one of the benches, glumly watching the police cars and helicopter arrive. "What happened anyway?" Fletcher asked. "Where were you?"
"Um... I got a little side-tracked," she said. "I'll tell you all about it on the ride home." Now that she had time to think, she realized that she couldn't tell him literally everything. It wasn't that she wanted to keep secrets from him, but his sense of outrage would be different from hers. It was a guy thing. The little story she had made up for Boomer's and Rat's benefit wasn't that far from the truth. Martin would want to exact some kind of payback for what those two had done to his woman. Extremely painful payback.
As for herself... Jennifer was a little surprised to discover that it didn't really matter anymore. Sure, right after she had gotten free, she had felt like busting their balls for them. But when Caldwell had told her about Martin, that crisis had pushed all thought of revenge out of her mind. Going back to it now would feel petty and cheap.
Like it or not, being a superheroine called for certain sacrifices. You couldn't let a little thing like personal dignity get in the way of doing your job. Respect was earned by your actions. If she had to threaten scumbags like that with violence to get them to respect her, it wasn't worth it. And besides, Boomer and Rat were in jail by now. She had to trust that they were getting what was coming to them.
***
Epilogue -- Fairfax County Jail
"Ratty Krebs, as I live and breathe," said Sheriff Cameron Poe, as deputies Briggs and Dunbar escorted the two prisoners into the office for processing. "Back with us so soon? Your parole officer is not going to like that, boy."
"I want a lawyer!" Boomer protested, as Briggs steered him down the narrow hallway. "We're innocent! We was fr-- eek!" The last interjection was surprised out of him as Briggs accidentally (probably) tripped him up while simultaneously jerking upward on the back of his jeans, inadvertently (most likely) giving him a nasty wedgie.
Deputy Sheila Dunbar halted Rat at the desk and hoisted up an evidence bag. Even though she was black, her cheeks were tinged with a trace of red. Judging from the smile on her face, this was because she found something really amusing. Sheriff Poe looked into the bag. "This is an awful lot of illegal drugs, boy. Are you saying somebody just left it there in your house, while you were both there? Sounds fishy to me. Why didn't you do something about it? Did they tie you up, too?"
Dunbar and Briggs both started laughing like jackasses. "We found them standing butt to butt," Sheila giggled, "trussed up like a couple of squabs. Buck nekked, with their gee willikers hanging out and everything! I took a picture if anybody wants to see it."
"Do tell?" said the sheriff mildly, making a note on the report. He winked. "Probably playing some kind of sex-u-al game that got out of hand, eh boys?"
"No we wasn't!" Boomer said. "We was... she done... what she did was...!" For a minute you could almost see the wheels turning in Boomer's head while he struggled to think of a way of saying that they had both been disarmed, hogtied and stripped naked by a girl without sounding like... well, like they had been disarmed, hogtied and stripped naked by a girl. And since he was not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer even at the best of times, in this situation he drew a blank.
"No evidence of a break-in," said Sheriff Poe. "Two deputies respond to a disturbance near your house and find your door wide open. They go inside and find all these illegal drugs and an unregistered handgun in your possession. The backpack even has your name on it." He shook his head sadly. "Looks like you boys are going to be in the pokey for awhile."
About the only revenge Boomer could think of was to tell them all how he had captured the high and mighty Fuchsia Fox. He opened his mouth to do just that... and a loud CRACK! reverberated through the office. He instantly turned pale and clutched his balls. Rat started to shake like a leaf. Everyone else looked over at the file clerk, who was cracking walnuts with a big steel nutcracker. "What?" he said. "What'd I do?"
>>>>THE END>>>>
The dining hall was furnished with two long rows of tables, separated by a wide center aisle. The roof was supported by four pairs of wooden pillars. While Madame Mantis and Dr. Lao observed from the far end of the hall, the henchmen used ropes to suspend Fletcher by his wrists between two of the pillars in the middle. They positioned the crate fifteen feet away, lifted the gate, and hurriedly backed off to a safe distance.
Fletcher tugged on the ropes holding his wrists. The windows were only covered by screens. If he could slip either of the ropes, he might be able to maneuver whatever it was into breaking the other. And then-- He froze. Something moved with a CLICK! inside the crate! It was coming out!
It was about eight feet long and moved with a curiously jerking, swaying motion. A triangular head emerged into the light, sporting two enormous round eyes. The body that followed was long and slim, covered with a hard carapace. Its narrow, spine-covered arms were folded in front of it, ready to pounce. It was a giant praying mantis!
Once clear of the crate, the creature rotated its head smoothly to the left and to the right. No one in the room dared to move. Then it fixed on the slight swaying motion of Fletcher's body, hung from the ropes like a fly on a spider's web!
"Now watch carefully," Madam Mantis whispered to Dr. Lao. "It kills very swiftly."
Suddenly the entire window frame to Fletcher's left blew in as the Fuchsia Fox appeared and landed right in front of the beast! "Take a hike, ugly!" the stunning superheroine said, planting her gorgeous spandex-clad body in its path. "Are you all right, Martin?"
"I am now that you're here, Angel," Fletcher said, feeling his pulse speed up at the sight of her flawless frame, especially her long legs and tight little derriere.
Jennifer couldn't resist a quick glance in his direction, making the mistake of taking her eyes off of the praying mantis. It struck like lightning, darting forward and latching its spiked arms in a vice grip around the Fox's lissome waist. Her skin-tight force shield protected her from harm, but as she kicked her lovely legs, struggling to break out of its grip, the beast turned and flung her twenty feet to slam against a wooden support beam.
Madam Mantis watched the fight with satisfaction. The creation of this mutated insect had been unintentional, merely the byproduct of her genetics research. But if it rid her of the meddlesome Fuchsia Fox, so much the better. Dr. Lao and her henchmen were not so nonchalant. A ripple of panic went through the men as the giant mantid looked around for another victim. They began to move towards the exit, drawing the creature's attention.
Fortunately for them, at that moment it latched onto a much closer target, attracted by the frantic movements of Martin Fletcher as he finally worked loose one of his ropes. Spreading a pair of stubby oval wings, it sprang towards him instead.
"No you don't!" the Fox cried, leaping at the same time and grabbing hold of its hind leg. The creature crashed to the floor just inches from its victim with the alluring superheroine on top of it. She threw a punch which rebounded off its tough carapace, and the two of them rolled, overturning and knocking aside dining tables as they moved towards the end of the hall.
One flailing spike caught on the beautiful superheroine's halter top, ripping a long gash in the fabric while throwing her off. As she went sprawling, the mantid reared up onto its hind legs and struck like a cobra. The Fox ducked to one side just in time, letting it crash through one of the hardwood tables instead.
Suddenly the sound of police sirens screamed in the air. Through the windows, blue flashing lights could be seen approaching in the distance, along with at least one helicopter. "Come to me, quickly!" commanded Madam Mantis. The henchmen rallied around their mistress, joining hands as she pressed the decorative fastener on the front of her belt. The entire group instantly disappeared! Lao would have vanished along with them, but he was tackled from behind by Martin Fletcher at the last second.
"Not so fast, doctor," he said. "You've still got a plane to catch, remember?"
Meanwhile the enraged mantid was still trying its utmost to sink its jaws into the Fuchsia Fox. As it reared up a second time, the spunky superlady plowed her fist into its softer underside. The creature staggered back awkwardly, shaking its triangular head from side to side. While it was stunned, the Fox caught its front legs and hurled the giant insect back into its crate. She slammed the gate down, trapping it. "Whew!" she breathed.
"Thanks for the rescue, Angel," said Fletcher, snaking one arm around her shapely waist.
"Thank Lt. Caldwell," she replied, holding together the part of her halter top which had gotten ripped by the mantid. "He's the one who took your GPS coordinates last time you called him. When you didn't call back, he sent in the marines."
Fletcher kept a wary eye on Dr. Lao as the scientist sat down on one of the benches, glumly watching the police cars and helicopter arrive. "What happened anyway?" Fletcher asked. "Where were you?"
"Um... I got a little side-tracked," she said. "I'll tell you all about it on the ride home." Now that she had time to think, she realized that she couldn't tell him literally everything. It wasn't that she wanted to keep secrets from him, but his sense of outrage would be different from hers. It was a guy thing. The little story she had made up for Boomer's and Rat's benefit wasn't that far from the truth. Martin would want to exact some kind of payback for what those two had done to his woman. Extremely painful payback.
As for herself... Jennifer was a little surprised to discover that it didn't really matter anymore. Sure, right after she had gotten free, she had felt like busting their balls for them. But when Caldwell had told her about Martin, that crisis had pushed all thought of revenge out of her mind. Going back to it now would feel petty and cheap.
Like it or not, being a superheroine called for certain sacrifices. You couldn't let a little thing like personal dignity get in the way of doing your job. Respect was earned by your actions. If she had to threaten scumbags like that with violence to get them to respect her, it wasn't worth it. And besides, Boomer and Rat were in jail by now. She had to trust that they were getting what was coming to them.
***
Epilogue -- Fairfax County Jail
"Ratty Krebs, as I live and breathe," said Sheriff Cameron Poe, as deputies Briggs and Dunbar escorted the two prisoners into the office for processing. "Back with us so soon? Your parole officer is not going to like that, boy."
"I want a lawyer!" Boomer protested, as Briggs steered him down the narrow hallway. "We're innocent! We was fr-- eek!" The last interjection was surprised out of him as Briggs accidentally (probably) tripped him up while simultaneously jerking upward on the back of his jeans, inadvertently (most likely) giving him a nasty wedgie.
Deputy Sheila Dunbar halted Rat at the desk and hoisted up an evidence bag. Even though she was black, her cheeks were tinged with a trace of red. Judging from the smile on her face, this was because she found something really amusing. Sheriff Poe looked into the bag. "This is an awful lot of illegal drugs, boy. Are you saying somebody just left it there in your house, while you were both there? Sounds fishy to me. Why didn't you do something about it? Did they tie you up, too?"
Dunbar and Briggs both started laughing like jackasses. "We found them standing butt to butt," Sheila giggled, "trussed up like a couple of squabs. Buck nekked, with their gee willikers hanging out and everything! I took a picture if anybody wants to see it."
"Do tell?" said the sheriff mildly, making a note on the report. He winked. "Probably playing some kind of sex-u-al game that got out of hand, eh boys?"
"No we wasn't!" Boomer said. "We was... she done... what she did was...!" For a minute you could almost see the wheels turning in Boomer's head while he struggled to think of a way of saying that they had both been disarmed, hogtied and stripped naked by a girl without sounding like... well, like they had been disarmed, hogtied and stripped naked by a girl. And since he was not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer even at the best of times, in this situation he drew a blank.
"No evidence of a break-in," said Sheriff Poe. "Two deputies respond to a disturbance near your house and find your door wide open. They go inside and find all these illegal drugs and an unregistered handgun in your possession. The backpack even has your name on it." He shook his head sadly. "Looks like you boys are going to be in the pokey for awhile."
About the only revenge Boomer could think of was to tell them all how he had captured the high and mighty Fuchsia Fox. He opened his mouth to do just that... and a loud CRACK! reverberated through the office. He instantly turned pale and clutched his balls. Rat started to shake like a leaf. Everyone else looked over at the file clerk, who was cracking walnuts with a big steel nutcracker. "What?" he said. "What'd I do?"
>>>>THE END>>>>
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Re: Fuchsia Fox: "High Heels and Low Lifes"
Great story! Really enjoyed this one and can't wait to see your next offering!
Re: Fuchsia Fox: "High Heels and Low Lifes"
Yeah Centurion another good tale thanks for sharing 
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.Yes Supergirl, that's right its a necklace for you....What's the matter you don't like Kryptonite?
Re: Fuchsia Fox: "High Heels and Low Lifes"
Thanks a lot, guys! I really appreciate it! This one was a bit unusual for me, and I wasn't sure how it would be received.
I'm in the middle of a story now that commemorates the Fabulous Fox's third anniversary (can you believe it's been that long?) But I'm a bit bogged down. It may be a while.
I'm in the middle of a story now that commemorates the Fabulous Fox's third anniversary (can you believe it's been that long?) But I'm a bit bogged down. It may be a while.
Re: Fuchsia Fox: "High Heels and Low Lifes"
A great story, our heroine was in great danger, but managed to come out on top
Re: Fuchsia Fox: "High Heels and Low Lifes"
Oh my gosh yes! Like this may have been my favorite Fox story! Can't wait for more!