Fuchsia Fox : "Reflections", by Centurion

[flirty_but_nice]

[As promised, here is the third and final installment in the Thomas Westerton trilogy. Hopefully the loose ends will be tied up here.]


Fuchsia Fox: "Reflections"


Chapter 1 -- Fairfax, Virginia


It was a warm afternoon in April. The day was so sunny and mild that the owners of the suburban two story house were probably away at the beach or seeing the sights. The sun glittered off the surface of the swimming pool in the back yard.

Two men wearing dark jeans, t-shirts and masks slipped through the tall privacy fence. Silently they crept along the edge of the landscaped pool, halting beside a lounge chair. There the lead man motioned to his partner, who slipped away through the shrubbery, while the leader crossed the patio to the sliding glass door and started to work on it with a crowbar.

"Need help with your key there, citizen?" said a perky female voice suddenly. The burglar spun around as a beautiful young woman stepped into view behind him and planted her hands on her slender waist. She was dressed in a famous two-piece reddish-purple outfit -- bikini briefs covering her tight little ass, and above her bare midriff, a snugly fitting halter top showing off her bare shoulders and enhancing the shapes of her gorgeous tits. Plus elbow length gloves and ankle boots.

"The Fuchsia Fox!" the burglar said, grinning at the sight of the girl's sexy body in spite of the trouble he was in, feeling his palms get moist as he tightened his grip the crowbar.

"I'd advise you to put that silly thing down and surrender," the superheroine said smugly, tossing her shoulder length brown hair over her shoulder. "You don't stand a chance against ME, you know."

Behind them, a third man whom neither of them seemed to have noticed looked through the viewfinder of his video camera and smiled. This was going to be good...

The burglar attacked, swinging the crowbar, which the Fox simply ducked. His return backhand swished through the air just under her chin as the saucy superheroine swayed back out of his reach. He tried a third time, and the sexy girl caught his wrist and held the weapon at bay, grinning. Obviously she was only toying with him.

But suddenly the second burglar reappeared, grabbing her lissome waist from behind. "NO! Let go of me!" she gasped, as her super strength abruptly deserted her, leaving her no more powerful than a normal girl. In the grasp of two men, the superheroine felt herself being overpowered.

"What have we here?" said the first burglar, seizing the Fox's wrists. "You can't use those snooty super powers when you're captured from behind, can you?" While he held her helpless, the one behind her grabbed the lower edge of her clingy little halter top and peeled it upwards. The superheroine gasped in outrage and outright disbelief as her spectacular little breasts popped into view, naked and vulnerable. Her attacker fondled them ardently, while the man with the video camera grinned even more broadly.

Now the one behind her held her willowy arms behind her while the one in front began punching her. Once in the belly. "OHHHH!" the heroine groaned, almost doubling over. Again in the groin. The Fox tried to struggle, tried to summon her powers to break free, but it was no use. With a sinking heart, it dawned on her that for once she had stepped into a situation she couldn't handle. Against these men, she was nothing... she was helpless...

A heavy slap across the face, followed by another, her brunette tresses dancing as her head was snapped from side to side. A small trickle of blood showed at the corner of her mouth. "Please... don't hurt me..." the heroine begged, whimpering like a child. "I surrender... please don't..."

Another kick to her stomach, and as the Fox doubled over this time, both men grabbed her arms and steered her toward the swimming pool, tossing her sylph-like body into it, face first. She hit with a splash and floated on the surface, spread eagled, unmoving...

"Okay, cut!" called the man with the camera, stepping out from behind the tripod. "Get Cassie out of there before she freezes." The girl was already swimming toward the shallow end where she stepped out, looking like drowned rat while one of the burglars wrapped the towel around her. "We'll do the sex scene in the lounge chair. Move that light over, Todd..."

As he knelt to pick up the camera tripod, an unaccounted for shadow fell across him. He looked up. Standing there was another girl dressed like the Fuchsia Fox. Only this one was... oh God! This one was amazing! Her costume looked much more authentic, right down to the fox-head chest emblem snugged over her tits, which his costume-makers could never get right. And instead of bikini briefs, she was wearing boy-shorts. Overall she made Cassie look like a runner up for the Miss West Virginia Beauty and Muskrat-skinning Contest.

"Whoa, babe!" the cameraman said, looking her body over lecherously. "How did you get in here? Listen, never mind. I've already got a lead for this picture, but give me your number! We can definitely work something out! How does 200 a pop sound?"

The Fox did not look pleased. "Don't call me 'babe', Mr. Rinaldi," she said coldly, hands planted on her luscious hips as her brown eyes went to the girl dressed like her, shivering in the towel. "I'm the real thing."

"Hey, like, sure you are, babe..." Instantly a thin beam of blue light shot out of the bracelet on her pretty wrist, digging a furrow about three yards long and three inches deep across the concrete skirt of the swimming pool.

"Oops," the Fox deadpanned. "Sorry about that. Sometimes it just goes off all by itself."

The two actors portraying the burglars perked up, looking at if they wanted to rush her and try their luck anyway, but the girl shivering in the towel prudently held them back.

The producer/director/cameraman gave the superheroine a broad grin. "Okay, I can see how you'd be upset about this kind of thing. But a guy's got to make a living, am I right? Anyway it's Free Speech. There's nothing you can do about it, so be a good little girl and shove off. We're on the clock here."

"That's what I'm here to talk to you about, Mr. Rinaldi," the Fox said, handing him a legal document and then folding her arms across her exquisite bust. "As of last Friday, my costume and likeness are registered trademarks, retroactive to four years ago, when I first appeared on my first news broadcast in Washington."

Rinaldi read the paper and looked as if he had swallowed something disagreeable. "R-r-r-registered...?" he managed to gulp.

"That's right," the heroine said smugly. "As we speak, attorneys acting in my name are meeting with the people who manufacture knock off costumes and working out licensing agreements. My share will go to charity of course..."

"Of course," Rinaldi said. "Of course! I get what you're saying, ba--" He looked at the furrow in the concrete and stopped himself just in time. "You want your cut. No sweat. How does five per cent sound?"

The Fox ignored him. "You will cease and desist from ALL such videos in future. You will remove any postings related to me from your website. If you attempt to distribute anything whatsoever with my likeness in it, electronically or otherwise, including free sites like YouTube or Instagram, the attorneys acting for me will come down on you like a ton of bricks."

The video producer tried to open his mouth, but the stunning superheroine kept talking. "You're trying to think of a loophole. My attorneys instructed me to inform you that they can't wait for some weasel like yourself to try, and that they would take personal pleasure in suing you right down to your boxer shorts. I believe the expression they used was 'make our day'."

Rinaldi looked as if the world had ended. The Fox reached over and patted him on the shoulder. "Why don't you try making videos of cute little kittens or something? I think there'd be a market for that." And without another word, the sexy superheroine flew off into the bright, blue sky.


***


Chapter 2 --


The Special Lockup Facility at Fort George Meade was located underground, designed to hold particularly dangerous felons whose detention was a matter of national security. Lieutenants Curtis and Webb were waiting at their post on guard duty as the elevator opened.

"General Hanson!" Webb said, as both men saluted. It was unusual for a general to come down here to interrogate prisoners. "This is an honor, sir. May I see your authorization?"

"I just went through that upstairs!" the grizzled general snapped. "Surely you know me by sight, lieutenant?" The two aides standing behind him looked a little nervous.

"Yes, sir, of course I do."

The general tugged at the collar of his uniform. "Silly ass regulation," he grumbled, as he and his aides stepped out of the elevator car, and together the group moved down the corridor.

Webb couldn't help feeling a bit nervous. This particular cell block currently only housed two prisoners. He could only suppose something big was cooking at the Pentagon. "We can't be too careful with these two, general," he said, trying to make conversation. "I mean, if they ever got out, they'd wreak some awful havoc."

"I'm aware of that, lieutenant," the general said. There was a peculiar, steely glint in his eye as he said it. "I'm VERY well aware of it."


***


The Fuchsia Fox slipped through the balcony window of a certain sixth-floor apartment building. As she breezed through to the living room, the man sitting on the sofa looked up from his laptop. "So how did it go at Rinaldi's?" he asked.

"I think he was shaken, but not stirred," the superheroine replied. She picked up the video the two of them had watched the night before, Fusha Foxxx Gets Reamed. "Martin, do I want to know how you found out about these videos?"

Her husband put aside his laptop, admiring the way her gorgeous, rounded backside filled out her new boy-cut briefs. She had often complained how the bikinis pinched in the middle of a battle. "Oscar showed it to me," he said. "He thought I'd like it."

"Oscar goes in for this kind of thing?" the girl said frowning at the lurid picture on the cover of the dvd. "Sometimes I think I'll NEVER understand men. Seriously, Martin... does it turn you on, watching a porn about me getting beaten up and captured?"

"Not the beaten up part, obviously," he said, reaching for her slim waist and pulling her close to him. "But you saw the video. Remember the part where you... I mean 'the heroine' is protecting the President, and the villain drops his Horny bomb? That was pretty hot, wasn't it?"

"Oh yes!" Jenn said sarcastically, enjoying the feel of his hands on her bottom through her cheekies. "And the President and Secret Service man strip off her costume and bone her right there in the Oval Office. That kind of thing happens to me all the time!" Even as she said it, the stunning super lady was aware of a slight flush in her high-boned cheeks. She would never admit it, but it WAS actually a little bit sort of titillating...

"It's not supposed to be realistic," Martin said. "It's fantasy. The thing that bugs me is the way they make you look like a wimp who can't even handle a simple burglar. Like I said before, I think it's a male domination thing. Guys who like this stuff can't handle the idea of a strong, powerful woman."

"So you're okay with it?" she asked, snuggling against him. "With me being stronger than you?"

"Jenn, if I wasn't, I'd be long gone," Martin said, nuzzling her ear. Suddenly he straightened up, becoming more serious and businesslike. "Uh... I've been meaning to tell you... remember Irwin Butz, the guy who planted those surveillance cameras in our apartment?"

"How could I forget?" Jennifer replied. "He's the reason we moved upstairs."

"Well... Oscar also found a site on the cloud where he had parked backups of the footage he took. We were looking through them in my office and... well, I have to tell you, Oscar saw some video of us making out on the sofa, and you walking around in your underwear..."

The girl shivered slightly at this further invasion of their privacy, which she had thought they were well past. "That doesn't sound too bad."

"...and in the bathtub like Botticelli's Venus, trimming your hedges..."

Jenn felt her cheeks coloring. "That's just great," she moaned, hands moving downward as if to belatedly cover her snatch. And yet... at the same time her pulse was racing. She couldn't deny that part of her was pleased and excited to think that Martin's best friend had seen her naked, had been caught staring at her, admiring her boobs and her unprotected slit. But then, an even more embarrassing possibility occurred to her. "He didn't see me in the Suit, did he?"

Martin was quick to reassure her. "He caught the tail end of that part, but he just thought it was a Halloween costume. Really. He even said how much it made you look like HER. Then he asked me with a straight face, seeing as how I was the Fuchsia Fox's public liaison, if I could somehow wrangle him a date with the Real Thing. That's the way he put it... the Real Thing."

Jennifer giggled. "And what did you tell him?"

"I told I'm see what I could do."

"MARTIN! YOU DIDN'T!" she blurted out, scandalized.

"I had to tell him something. I couldn't let on that I was married to the Fuchsia Fox, could I?"

The heroine snaked her slender arms around his neck. "I have a good mind to make his dreams come true, just as payback for some of the kinky things you've been making me do lately." Although come to think of it, if Oscar was into these superheroine porn videos... she shivered at the thought of what he would want to do to her on his date.

"Promises, promises..." Martin grinned, his boner rising up inside his pants and pressing insistently against her thigh. "How about a piece of afternoon delight, lovely lady? Mmmmmm you know how much I love it while you're in the Suit..."

Jennifer felt her buttocks tense up. He had said precisely the wrong thing, reminding her of how it had been the costume that had first attracted him to her. "Maybe later," she said coyly. "Since I finally got a day off, I thought I'd fly around the city for awhile and see if anybody needs rescuing." In any case, she had a lot to think about, including the whereabouts of that mysterious canister that she hadn't been able to prevent Alchema from stealing.

"I DO!" he groaned. "I'm suffering from a severe case of blue balls here!"

She kissed him lightly on the lips. "You'll keep."

As she slipped out the balcony door and flew off, Martin watched her hungrily until she was out of sight. He was aware that he had somehow done something to kill the mood, but he was completely puzzled about what it had been. As he watched her fuchsia-clad form disappear eastward in the direction of Washington, a treacherous thought began to nag at him. Was she really going to patrol the city, like she said? Or had that just been an excuse so that she could sneak away and see Thomas Westerton again? He hated himself for even thinking that Jenn might be cheating on him, but ever since that embassy party...

His cell phone rang. "Fletcher," he snapped, picking it up.

"This is Major Wright at the Pentagon," a woman's voice said. "Get in here right away, Fletcher! There's been a breakout at the Special Lockup Facility at Fort George Meade!"

"The Special Facility?" Martin echoed. "Isn't that where...?" He couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence. "I'll be right there, major."


***


Chapter 3 --


The Fuchsia Fox landed on a small private island in Chesapeake Bay, on the walkway leading up to a beautiful summer home designed by Frank Lloyd Wright. "Good afternoon, miss," said Westerton's valet/chauffeur, holding the door for her.

"Good afternoon, Jeeves," the superheroine replied. She said it without any self-consciousness, having gotten used to his presence over the past weeks.

At first the Fox had been nervous at the idea of having him constantly around, until Thomas had let her in on the secret. Jeeves was an android! This made him flawlessly loyal and discreet. If he were told to forget the young lady he had just escorted out of the house, he could literally do so. It never crossed his positronic brain to fatten his purse by selling the information to the tabloids or to one of Westerton's business rivals. After the New Year's Eve fiasco, his defensive and offensive capabilities had been upgraded somewhat, without altering his primary characteristics. What money couldn't buy?

The Fox went straight to the room which had been set aside for her, because Thomas insisted that she change out of her costume. Articles of clothing were laid out on the bed, from lacy French lingerie and Brazilian bikinis to the latest New York and Italian fashions. Determined that this was to be her last visit, Jennifer chose a white lisle sundress and began taking off her costume. Her bracelets of Ishtar she retained, because she couldn't remove them.

A few minutes later, Jeeves escorted her downstairs to the recreation room, with its indoor swimming pool. Thomas was sitting at the wet bar, wearing only swimming trunks and a light dressing robe, hanging open to show off his chest and abs. His whole face lit up when he saw her.

"What do you think?" she said coyly, twirling around so that the sundress caressed her long legs.

"I think it's lovely," he said, handing her a daiquiri. He was grinning because it was obvious to him that she wasn't wearing any underwear beneath it.

"I wanted to thank you," Jennifer said, taking a sip of the drink, "for all your help getting the trademarks sorted out and everything. I wouldn't have known where to start. If you hadn't--"

"Anything I did," he interrupted, sensing the reason for her embarrassment, "was in grateful thanks to the city's most powerful superheroine, for saving my life from Alley Cat." He took her glass from her and set it down on the bar. "What I'm about to do is because you're driving me crazy in that dress."

Without further ado, he touched her bodice, his fingers undoing the buttons one by one. Jenn moaned with pleasure, her soft little breasts hungering for him, her nipples aching to be touched. "Mmmmmm, please, Thomas... we have to talk..." she groaned, as his hands slipped the straps from her smooth shoulders, slowly peeling back the top of her sundress, unveiling her. His hot mouth was all over her tits, gently sucking and licking them as the dress fell to the floor, leaving her body naked except for her bracelets of Ishtar.

"Ohhhh..." Jenn sighed. He was doing it to her again! Not quite in control of herself, she wrapped her slender arms around his broad shoulders, French kissing him as she rubbed her sensitive pubic mound up and down against the hard bulge of his manhood. She felt as well as heard a deep groan begin rumbling inside his chest in response, his skin flushing hot under her touch... and then his hands, fondling her sweet young nubbins, were moving down her sleek torso to her hips.

Abruptly, he spun her around, bending her double and throwing her face-down across one of the bar stools. Jenn began to protest as his hands slid along her up-thrust hips, caressing the smooth curves of her buttocks, pushing her thighs apart. Suddenly his right hand was in between her legs, grabbing her snatch, fingers stroking along the tender folds of her moist pussy.

"Nnnnnnn!" she groaned, closing her eyes and biting her lip. Clutching at the bar stool for support, her thighs parted for him willingly as he spread her legs, lifting up her left leg and hooking her ankle over another nearby stool. With her womanhood wide open and gaping, he entered her from behind, his hard rod penetrating deep inside her love hole, oh god... then pulling back out again...

"Oh yes please yes..." Jenn pleaded as he rapidly began to increase the tempo, his right hand reaching around to fondle her jiggling coconuts as he kept up a merciless pace. She grabbed his hand, holding it to her breast as she braced herself against the stool... while he continued pounding her, his shaft driving in and out, each stroke longer and deeper than the one before. "Oh g-g-give it to me..." she gasped, "give it ALL to me... please baby..."

It was strange. Jenn usually didn't even like it doggy style, not when Martin did it. But today, with Thomas, it seemed so right for him to take her like this, copulating with her, fucking her nubile young body like some rutting animal. It wasn't long before they both creamed at the same time, him pulling out at the last second and shooting his hot semen onto her back. Together they collapsed onto throw pillows, sweating and breathing heavily.

"You're in a weird mood today," Jenn gasped, her whole body tingling with euphoria.

"I was reading your mood," Thomas panted. "You were perturbed about something... and wanted to be taken."

Jennifer gawked in disbelief. She did? How often had she wished that Martin could read her moods as easily as Thomas could? So why did it still unsettle her whenever he did?

To her surprise, she realized that he was right. She HAD wanted to get taken. Looking back over the morning, the only thing she could think of to account for it was that stupid porn video shoot she had interrupted. Had that really gotten under her skin to that extent?

"Thomas, we have to talk," she said. "We can't keep doing this. I love my husband. Running around on him like this... it's not right."

He sighed. "I can't pretend that I haven't seen that coming. But Jenn--"

Before he could say another word, there was a loud explosion outside the house, quite close by. It was closely followed by a second.

"JEEVES!" Thomas called, holding Jennifer in his arms as they both looked fearfully out the big south-facing windows.

"Nothing to be alarmed about, sir," said Jeeves, appearing suddenly. "Two short-range surface-to-surface missiles targeted the house in error. The island's defenses were equal to the task."

"But where did they come from?" Jennifer demanded, scrambling to her feet. "Who fired them?"

"Sensors show two harbor police vessels chasing a third unidentified vessel."

"I'd better check it out," Jenn said, as in response to her mere mental command, her Fuchsia Fox costume appeared on her naked body in a flash of light.

"Jenn maybe you should--" Westerton said, wanting to pull her back into his arms and make her forget about rushing off to the rescue. But she was clearly in full-blown superheroine mode now, and he knew better than anyone how strong-willed she could be. "Be careful."


***


Chapter 4 --


The Fuchsia Fox soared like a guardian angel over Chesapeake Bay, looking for whatever the trouble was. She had to admit to feeling a little bit apprehensive. Her super-powers came from her bracelets of Ishtar, two alien artifacts which were bonded to her wrists so that only her husband Martin could remove them. The amount of power she could draw from them seemed to be limited only by her state of mind. Jennifer had noticed the trend over the few years she had been in possession of them, her power level rising as her level of self-confidence had risen.

And that was what worried her. Her failure to stop Alchema from stealing that mysterious canister from Gorman Labs had definitely dealt a blow to her self-confidence. She hadn't seen any falling off of her powers, but if the trend continued, if she lost another battle, and another...

Still, on this bright spring day, feeling the pleasant breeze on her sylph-like body as she glided through the sky, there was no need to feel unsure of herself. The sassy superheroine spread her arms like wings and swooped in a northward arc toward the Sandy Point Toll Bridge.

Right away she spotted two harbor patrol boats, apparently disabled by gunfire. Lifeboats were already putting off from shore to rescue the crews, so the Fox swept past and put on more speed, hoping to catch up to the culprits.

The only other ship within sight was a small yacht which looked perfectly harmless. It wasn't firing at her, at any rate. The man at the wheel on the flying bridge actually waved at her! But there was no other sign of her quarry, so the spunky girl came in for a landing.

"Hey, I know you!" the pilot said excitedly. "You're the Fuchsia Fox!" He was a blond, well-built man, wearing white dungarees and a blue polo shirt with "Chip" embroidered with gold thread on the left breast. He had on some kind of necklace under his shirt, but before the Fox could get a close a look, he had turned to shout down at the main deck. "HEY YOU GUYS! It's the Fuchsia Fox!!!"

"You don't need to trouble anyone," the superheroine said, resting her hands on her trim waist as she heard footsteps swarming up the companionway. "I just wanted to ask if you had seen a suspicious vessel in the area. There was a gun battle, just over there..."

"Gee, I can't say I've seen anything like that," the man said, rubbing a hand through his hair. "I'm Chip Thornhill, by the way, of the Annapolis Thornhills. Nah, it's been a real quiet day, pretty much... Hey, has anybody seen anything unusual?"

By now the Fox was surrounded by four young babes in skimpy French bikinis and seven hunks in speedos and t-shirts. All of them had that identical, clean-cut American look that only comes from going to the best prep schools. They kept a respectful distance of four to five feet, not trying to touch her or take photos... their eyes were just looking her over, admiring the swell of her flawless breasts, the tempting curve of her tight little butt in those cute boy-shorts, the silkiness of her long, alluring legs. Almost ogling her in fact, girls and boys alike.

"You heard the rockets and gunfire, didn't you?" the Fox said, cocking her head incredulously.

"Is that what it was?" the pilot said. "We thought it was someone setting off fireworks. We Americans love to celebrate, you know?"

We Americans? And those young people were staring at her much too avidly...

Suddenly a pair of incredibly muscular arms grabbed the stunning superheroine from behind, encircling her sleek, sexy frame and yanking her into a man's clutches as one huge, claw-like hand clamped tightly across her mouth! As the Fox struggled, there was something sickeningly familiar about the peculiar texture of his massive body rubbing against hers...

"We meet again, Whore of Satan," his gruff voice rasped in her ear, while his other hand groped at her supple little boobs. "This time I promise you I will prevail!"

It was Manticore! The ORCUS terrorist was seven feet tall, with a thick, tawny mane like a lion. From the waist up he was naked, his skin as tough as a rhino's. His lower body was still dressed in his white Army prison uniform trousers. The Fox briefly wondered where he could possibly have been hiding to sneak up on her like that, or how had he gotten out of the Special Lockup at Fort Meade... but there was no time to think. She was preoccupied desperately straining her lithe arms to break his grip, and finding it unexpectedly difficult.

"You know something, pumpkin?" the young heroine said, prying his fingers off her mouth. "Your breath really stinks." Pivoting gracefully to her left, the gallant girl drove her elbow into the big man's stomach, then flipped him over her shoulder, sending him tumbling over the rail and crashing to the deck below.

The other nine men and women attacked, their bikinis and speedos vanishing as they became sword-wielding terrorists, wearing the khaki uniforms that ORCUS seemed to favor. The Fox tore through them like a whirlwind, high-kicking, punching, parrying and fending off attacks -- too busy to speculate on how they had pulled the trick off.

In the midst of the melee, one pair of hands grabbed the Fox's ribcage, just underneath the hills of her two supple coconuts. Immediately those cold hands sent a wave of numbness through the girl's body, raising goose-bumps all along her tender flesh while her lissome limbs trembled with sudden weakness. Desperately the heroine lashed out at her attacker with a fist, breaking his leech-like grip and stumbling against the rail of the ship's bridge.

"Is that any way to greet an old acquaintance?" sneered Nibiru, holding his arms wide. "Come here, child, and let me give you a hug." He was medium height and wiry-looking, his black beard now long and shaggy from his time in prison, but otherwise the same power vampire she had defeated in the Middle East.

"Nibiru!" the Fox gasped, her body slumped against the slender rail. "I should have recognized your stench." Inside, she was shivering with fear! With that one brief touch, the vampire had already siphoned off a small amount of her strength and added it to himself! She had to get OUT of here, turn tail and run before he could strip all of her powers away from her!

"Foolish girl!" Nibiru smirked. "You haven't a chance!" He lunged for her suddenly. The spunky super lady ducked under his grasping hands, bringing one exquisite knee up into his stomach like a pile-driver. Then, spinning her pert little caboose back to her left, the Fox kicked off from the deck, propelling her body upward towards the safety of open sky...

WHAP! She met Manticore's spiked tail coming the other way! His thick, hard member caught the girl across the waist, knocking the superheroine out of the sky and slamming her to the deck. The burley terrorist was on her in an instant, overpowering her, pinning her down by his weight as Nibiru joined in, his two hands capturing both of the Fox's firm young breasts!

"No! Don't--!" Jennifer gasped, her nipples rising with an electric thrill of arousal as her assailant squeezed the yielding flesh of her supple twins. Held down under the men, kicking and squirming, she felt as if she were smothering. Lungs heaving, struggling to draw in breath, the beautiful young heroine struck out with her fists, but it wasn't enough against both of them together. The Fox wriggled helplessly in their clutches, feeling her super-strength rapidly leaving her, overwhelming her with a feeling of hopelessness...

"No use to struggle, little girl," Nibiru said silkily, closing his eyes with rapture as he bled the heroine of her powers. "Just surrender. That's right... give in to it..."

The Fox looked up meekly, feeling nearly sucked dry. The yacht shimmered like a mirage, and suddenly everything became clear. The entire boat had been covered with some kind of illusion. It was now a streamlined, dark gray hull, not much different from a regular fishing boat, except that at the stern it mounted an antiaircraft gun and a rocket launcher. The only thing that remained constant was the pilot, Chip -- the same blond, all-American preppie good looks, the same red serpentine necklace hidden just under his polo shirt.

Red serpentine necklace!? Jennifer's brown eyes widened with alarm. "Druj!" she whispered.

"The girl has recognized me, Nibiru," said a thin, disembodied voice, as Chip opened his shirt wider so that the necklace was more visible with its glowing yellow eyes.

Jenn felt goose bumps on her skin. Druj was an alien creature, a master of illusion and mind control she had defeated and turned over to the NSA two years earlier. His tiny, serpent-like body limited his movements unless he were carried by a host body. How had he managed to get free?

[If you missed him, Druj previously appeared in "Romancing the Stone", http://superheroineforum.com/viewtopic.php?f=9&t=20165]


***


Chapter 5 --


"I think it is safe now to let her up," said the voice.

Manticore and Nibiru obediently seized the Fuchsia Fox's slender arms, hauling the brunette beauty to her feet and holding her helpless in between them.

"Druj!" she said bitterly. "Look what the cat dragged in."

Ethereal laughter floated around the deck of the ship as the red serpent's eyes glowed bright yellow. "No thanks to your National Security Agency," Druj's voice said. "They kept me locked in a small metal container for the past two years, did you know that? Classified Subject 1214X they called me."

Jennifer gasped in horror! That was the canister that Damien Devlin had forced Alchema to steal from Gorman Labs! If she had only known! "Are you telling me Damien Devlin is a member of ORCUS?" she said, aghast that any American would side with the evil terrorist organization.

"Not likely," said Chip. "But he was happy enough to pocket the five million we paid him. And with Druj's illusion abilities, breaking Manticore and Nibiru out of prison was easy."

"As was capturing YOU, daughter of Ishtar," added Nibiru, as his right hand squeezed her pert, round tail through her flimsy boycut briefs. His middle two fingers thrust into the gap between the Fox's butt cheeks, his touch making her pussy wet with feminine helplessness and arousal, at the same time milking a little more of her strength. The heroine moaned with pleasure and swayed on her feet. She would have fallen if the two villains hadn't held her upright between them.

"That will be quite enough," commanded Druj. "We don't want to kill her... not yet. Not until we have taken our full measure of revenge upon her."

"She must be kept in submission," Nibiru objected. "If she recovers her will, these accursed bracelets of hers can regenerate her powers. That is how she bested me the last time. And they cannot be removed."

"I say we just cut her arms off," suggested Manticore.

"Charming," said Druj. "Take me to her. It is time she found out who the real leader is here."

Chip reached up with both hands and removed the serpent from around his neck. Carrying the parasite reverently, he walked over and raised it up to place it around the Fox's neck.

"Nnnnuh... nuh," she whimpered helplessly as the alien coiled around her swanlike throat. With her powers at their lowest ebb, the heroine had no defenses whatsoever as the creature took over, flooding her mind with confused images until the girl couldn't take any more, and her brain blacked out in protest. Nibiru and Manticore released her, allowing the superheroine to fall to the deck and curl up, moaning, into a fetal position at their feet.

Chip pointed out two of the minions standing by. "You two take her below," he ordered. "The rest of us have work to do."

As the men hastened to obey, Chip led Nibiru, Manticore and the others down the companionway to the main deck of the ship. There he indicated a large object hidden by a tarpaulin. At his command, Manticore whipped off the covering. Revealed to view was a rounded, cylindrical device about two yards long and a yard high, resting in a cradle. Inside an open panel on the top could be seen a complex timing mechanism.

"This is a low-yield thermonuclear weapon," he said, "yielding some 20 kilotons. It has taken our organization months to gather the parts and piece it together."

"Impressive," said Nibiru, stroking his shaggy beard as he looked the thing over. "But smuggling it into Washington will not be easy. They will be on full alert because of our escape."

Chip smiled. "But don't you now possess the strength and flying ability of the Fuchsia Fox?"

Nibiru also smiled. "Gentlemen, it would be a pleasure."


***

In the Pentagon's situation room, Major Barbara Wright bit her lip, her arms crossed beneath her ample bust as she stood pensively looking at the big tactical map, currently showing a satellite view of eastern Maryland. She was young for a major, with golden blonde tresses pinned up in a regulation chignon, and the sort of face that you would expect to see on a fashion model.

Their last intelligence was that the escapees had made it to in a small craft somewhere in Chesapeake Bay. The map displayed a shaded ring giving the estimated distance a surface vessel could be expected to cover in the intervening time.

"That was Andrews," reported Lt. Oscar Jenkins at the console behind her, secretly giving the eye to her pole-dancer-worthy legs and butt under the skirt of her drab green uniform. "They have jets scrambled, but nothing to report so far."

Captain Martin Fletcher, on her other side, put down his phone. "The Navy's sending a destroyer escort squadron from Norfolk to seal off the end of the bay. They'll stop any small craft that tries to get out."

"So we've got them bottled up," Wright sighed. "For now." It was still a lot of water to cover, not to mention dozens of small coves, inlets, and private boathouses where a craft could hide.

"What's the story on how they escaped?" asked Oscar.

The major pursed her flawless lips. "Fort Meade says that General Hanson helped them escape."

"That's crazy," said Oscar. "He was in a meeting with the Joint Chiefs all afternoon."

"Tell me about it, lieutenant," Wright said with a grimace. "Maybe I should have said: someone who looked like General Hanson."

Martin scrambled to answer another phone, from the Army forensics investigators on the scene. As he listened to their report (a mostly negative one), he couldn't help thinking how they could use the Fuchsia Fox's help. He wished that he could call Jennifer, but unfortunately, since she was patrolling the city, she hadn't taken either of her cell phones with her. He could only hope that she would find out about the break-out in some other way.


***


The Fox opened her eyes. She was lying on a soft Persian carpet in a plush, richly-decorated saloon somewhere below decks, with three tiny portholes along either side. The sofas and chairs were upholstered in chocolate brown suede. Jennifer tried to get up, but because of the weakness still in her lithesome limbs, only managed to rise up on all fours before running out of steam.

"I'm sorry it had to be this way, Jenn," said a male voice. It was Thomas Westerton, wearing his favorite dressing robe and holding a daiquiri in one hand! Jennifer literally jumped in shock, backing away from him crab-like on her butt until she ran into the sofa and was forced to stop. It was some kind of trick! It had to be!

"Thomas no!" she whimpered. "Tell me you're not a part of this! You can't be a member of ORCUS!"

"I'm afraid that I am," he said, flashing that roguish smile of his. "You see, Jenn, western civilization has come to a dead end. It's time to burn it to the ground and start over. ORCUS represents a fresh start, a new beginning. And you're going to help us. Just think of what we could do with the Fuchsia Fox on our side! We'd be invincible!"

"NO!" the heroine gasped, sitting there on her butt, her heart hammering inside her chest so hard she thought it was going to break. The very idea that Thomas had been using her all these weeks was horrifying enough, but the idea of joining ORCUS... "I won't do it! I'll never join them."

"I was afraid you'd say that," Thomas said, setting the daiquiri down on the bar. "If you refuse to join us, we'll have to put you out of our way, permanently." He walked over to her and held out his hand. "I'm sorry, but I have to insist that you surrender your bracelets. Right now!"


***


Chapter 6 --


The Fuchsia Fox shook her head slowly and deliberately. "That's never going to happen, Thomas," she said shakily. "If you really knew me, you'd know that by now." She knew that she had never spoken about her bracelets of Ishtar to Thomas, although he may have noticed that she never took them off, and thus deduced that they were the source of her powers. In any case, she literally couldn't remove them. Only her husband Martin could do that.

"Then I have no choice but to take them by force," Thomas Westerton said. Reaching down swiftly, he grabbed the superheroine by the throat and lifted her bodily off the floor. Jenn tried to struggle, but with her powers drained, it was just girl against man -- no contest at all. He could hold her easily with his left hand while the right undid the rear clasp of her halter top and yanked the garment upward, exposing both of her pert little breasts.

"Stop it!" the heroine moaned, trying to push him away. "Get your hands off of me!"

"Why must you go through the pretense of fighting?" Thomas sneered, kissing her aggressively on the mouth while his right hand squeezed her supple coconuts. The Fox felt her body willingly respond to his overtures, her pulse racing, nipples rise up with pleasure. "You remember my powers, don't you?" he said. "We both know that you're incapable of resisting me."

Oh don't I know it! Jennifer moaned silently, biting her lip to keep from saying it out loud. But somehow she had to try! Even now, while her mind strove to fight him off, her weak, female body remembered his soft caresses from all those stolen moments. It didn't want to fight him -- it wanted to surrender. Not that it made much difference, his male strength being so much greater than hers. With disdainful ease, he tossed her onto the sofa, then bent over her prone form, grabbing the waistband of her clingy cheekies and peeling them down her long legs in one masterful motion.

"Don't... no..." the Fox groaned as she felt the cool air on her naked snatch, her silken stems automatically curling together in an inadequately protective gesture. The more powerful man simply grabbed her ankles and pulled her gams apart so that he could slip between her creamy thighs.

"No! Don't you dare--!" Jenn squealed, even as she felt him mount her. "OH GOD you're BIG!" she couldn't help blurting out. Could it be her imagination or was he even bigger and harder than he had been just a couple of hours ago? His manhood felt unbelievably thick as it forced itself past the dewy petals of her womanhood and entered her. She could almost feel her love hole stretching to accommodate him as, showing none of the sensitivity of touch he normally used, he worked his way gradually deeper and deeper, until he was completely inside. "MY GOD, Thomas!" the Fox gasped as she orgasmed almost immediately.

"You like that, don't you, slut?" he smirked. "You like it deep and hard, don't you? But I'm not done with you yet. I'm going to fuck you like my private whore, until you're begging me to let you surrender..."

Then Thomas began to move in and out, pumping her like a well-lubricated piston while the Fox lay on her back, legs splayed out wide, her skin tingling, her ass rubbing up and down against that exquisitely soft suede sofa. "Surely you knew," he sneered, his ruddy face hovering just above hers as he continued boning her, "that all these weeks, I've merely been cultivating you for ORCUS? Making you my bitch... my little whore. I can have any woman I want -- supermodels, movie stars, heiresses... What else would I want with a flat-chested piece of streetmeat like you?"

Flat-chested? Jenn thought, biting her lip, stubbornly resisting giving in to him as goosebumps of arousal rose all over her body. What had happened to the kind, sensitive Thomas she thought she knew? This couldn't be real; it had to be some kind of nightmare!

On top of her, Thomas' body was sweating, his gorgeous chest heaving with the effort of forcing her to cum. "Give me the bracelets!" he panted. "Surrender them to me and spare yourself this!"

"I... can't..." the Fox gasped, speaking the literal truth. "Only... Martin..." If only Martin were here to rescue her now, her solid rock she could always trust and depend on...

Thomas suddenly erupted inside her, shooting his hot sperm deep inside her womb. The Fox closed her eyes, letting go of everything as she climaxed. In that moment of ecstasy, the emotional conflict which had troubled her for so long somehow vanished. Her body was joined in spirit not only with Thomas -- not the evil Thomas who was fucking her brains out now, but the Thomas she had come to love over the past weeks -- but also with Martin, the love of her life. She could see their faces before her clearly. In that ineffable instant, she saw that she could love both of them equally and unconditionally, without shame and without regrets. Her body relaxed as if she were sliding down an ocean wave.

The action seemed to physically take a lot out of the man on top of her. "You CAN, you silly girl!" he insisted. "I know about these things! Psychometric bracelets respond to the owner's control, no one else's! Whether you did so consciously or not, it was YOU who gave him permission to remove them! You can give me permission as well!"

"I... I can?" Jenn stammered. But the mental clarity that had come with her orgasm was still with her. "Wait a second", she said. "How does Thomas Westerton come to know so much about Zumerian technology?" Her hand automatically flew to her slender neck, touching the metallic scales of Druj's body, still coiled there. She felt his warm, sinuous, serpentine body squirm under her fingertips, and she remembered.

"You're a liar!" she shouted in fury, trying to pull him off. "This is all mind control and illusion, isn't it?"

"Stop it, silly girl!" Druj's voice echoed in her brain. A ripple seemed to pass through the room as the illusion vanished. Instead of the richly-appointed saloon worthy of a billionaire, it was only the standard lounge area of a typical cabin cruiser, the sofa cheap velour, not suede. The man who had been fucking her was not Thomas Westerton, but one of those young, muscular, hunky-looking ORCUS minions. The rest was only Druj's illusion.

The Fox reached up with both feet and pushed the naked hunk off of her. He staggered backward a pace or two as she did a backward flip off of the sofa and sprang to her feet. Raising her wrists over her head, she shouted, "ISHTAR!"

The luminous flash of energy which usually accompanied the command was slow in coming. It flowed down her slender arms like water, descending over her naked frame and clothing her in its brilliance. The Fox felt strength returning to her body, rejuvenating her spirit like a clean, fresh orgasm. "Oh that feels so much better," she sighed.

"Stop this! I command you!" Druj ordered. But the parasite had been weakened by the surge of energy from her bracelets. Jenn was able to jerk him loose and throw him to the floor, pinning him there with her high heeled ankle boot.

A second minion near the door rushed toward her, opening fire with an automatic pistol. With hardly a thought, the superheroine raised her force shield, repelling the bullets even as her body leaped into action, summoning her costume around her, kicking the pistol away, spinning and punching him out, leaving Druj to scurry for safety under the sofa.

The other minion, the hunky one, still naked as a jaybird, threw his arms around her from behind. The Fox broke his grip with an elbow to those marvelous abs, pirouetted gracefully and brought her knee up into his jaw. He dropped, measuring his virile length on the floor, and even then Jenn couldn't help admiring the size of his amazing package, wondering if there were any decent way she could ask for his telephone number. No, probably not...

"Oh my God", she murmured, blushing. "I'm beginning to sound like my mother!"


***


Chapter 7 --


Up on the sky bridge, Chip Thornhill had taken the wheel, while Manticore and another minion peered westward toward Washington. The rest of the ORCUS operatives were down on the main deck. "I cannot see Nibiru any longer," said Manticore, lowering his binoculars. "But there is a Coast Guard vessel heading directly toward us."

"Let them come!" said Chip derisively, spinning the wheel around and goosing the throttle a few knots. "We have a secret base on an island across the bay. They'll never find us there."

Suddenly a slender figure in fuchsia burst upwards through the roof of the saloon and landed on the bridge. "You guys would not believe what I've just been through," the Fuchsia Fox said, giving her sexy boy-shorts a quick, upward tug. "I hope you're in a mood to be reasonable."

"I will CRUSH you, Servant of Satan!" Manticore roared, lunging toward her with his massive fists.

"I guess that means no," the sexy heroine sighed, ducking backward so that his blow only glanced off her force shield. At the same time, the Fox counter-attacked with a punch to his stomach, pivoted to the right, and brought her alluring leg around in a flying back-kick to his jaw.

As Manticore fell back, temporarily stunned, the minion drew a wicked, long-bladed knife and charged the gallant girl. The Fox caught his wrist, spun him around, and sent him flying down the companionway, into the pack of other terrorists who had been attempting to climb it. Quickly she looked around for Nibiru, unable to spot him anywhere. He was the real threat...

Manticore lashed out at her with his spiked tail, mercifully just missing her. The Fox wailed into him again, both fists pounding into his rhino-tough hide, driving him backward toward the railing. But she could tell that when she had activated the bracelets, her powers had only come back at about half strength. At this rate, it was going to take her forever to bring him down.

The big terrorist swung at her again, a pile-driver blow that the Fox felt even through her force shield as it hurled her against the ship's mast. As he advanced, the spunky super lady ducked out of his reach and behind him, yanking free a heavy chain that was part of the ship's rigging. Like a cat, she leaped onto his shoulders and flipped the end of the chain around his throat.

"I'll kill you! I'll break your bones!" Manticore bellowed, lashing with his tail in a vain attempt to dislodge her. But the Fox simply locked her flawless, silken legs around his pecks and held on, drawing the chain tighter. The other end she looped around the ship's mast, so that the harder he tried to pull free, the more he strangled himself.

"I'll... suck... your..." the terrorist gasped, then dropped unconscious like a felled log.

The superheroine rolled gracefully clear and slammed Chip against the side of the wheelhouse. "Where is Nibiru?" she demanded.

The blond man grinned. "He's taking a little present to Washington. Twenty kilotons worth. You'll never catch him in time, bitch."

The Fox punched him out with the back of her hand, shut off the ship's engines, and secured him to the railing by bending one of the steel bars around his waist. Making sure that Manticore was chained up good and tight, she took to the sky.

The Coast Guard vessel had drawn appreciably closer as the heroine came in for a landing on its forward deck. "The terrorists you guys are after are in that ship there," she said to the first officer she saw. "Be extremely cautious with them, especially the one named Druj down in the saloon. I left him trapped inside a martini shaker. Whatever you do, don't let him out until you turn him over to the NSA, okay? Sorry, but I've got to take off!"

And then she was gone, leaving the Coast Guard crewmen with the pleasant memories of her angelic face and her sweet, round tush, in that order. The ensign she had been talking to blinked as if he were waking up from a dream. "Did she say a martini shaker?" he said to no one in particular.

The Fox was already a fuchsia blur, streaking across the sky directly toward Washington. Right away, she felt something... a connection of sorts between herself and Nibiru, several miles ahead of her. The power vampire still had half of her strength and power, and on top of that, all he had to do was touch her with his hands to drain her again and render her helpless. How was she supposed to stop him?

Nibiru was only flying about fifty miles an hour because of the wind resistance of the huge bomb he was carrying in his hands above his head. The spunky super girl caught up to him while they were still several miles from Washington. She could make out Andrews Air Force Base off to their left, and ahead of them, the Capitol Beltway lying across their path like a glittering double ribbon in the late afternoon sun. On this glorious spring day, people were driving home from work, unaware of the danger over their heads.

The Fox swooped like a bird of prey, grabbing the bomb and snatching it out of Nibiru's hands. The terrorist looked up in surprise as the heroine arched away toward the north, then zoomed after her.

Jenn was looking for someplace relatively sparsely populated where she could put the thing down, but all she seemed to see were housing developments everywhere she looked. Suddenly the Fox remembered an empty mall just on the other side of the cloverleaf. The heroine glanced behind her just as Nibiru closed with her, reaching for her ankles. Quickly she yanked her legs out of the vampire's reach and then -- she couldn't think of anything else to do -- brought the bomb around like an oversized baseball bat and smacked him with it.

The impact with the steel casing stunned him for a few seconds, and the Fox took advantage by trying to put some more distance between them. At the same time she angled her flight downward, so that she was skimming just above the Beltway when the terrorist caught up to her again. The heroine spun around, trying desperately to keep the heavy bomb in between them. Nibiru grabbed hold of his side, grinning.

"You cannot win, daughter of Ishtar!" the power vampire smirked. "I am every bit as strong as you, and all I need do is touch you!"

"Yeah right," the Fox said. "Hold this for me, would you?" And she let go her side of the bomb.

Nibiru's smirk left his face as he felt the full weight of the bomb in his hands and automatically took it. Meanwhile the sassy superheroine had flipped around and seized the vampire from behind, yanking his arms behind him, keeping his hands where they couldn't reach her. The bomb, torn from his grasp, plummeted toward the ground. Jenn grimaced. If it was set to go off on impact...

The bomb hit the grass median between the inner and outer Beltway, bounced once, and rolled to a stop. Even Nibiru seemed relieved... until he saw that the heroine was flying him head-first into one of the massive concrete pillars that held up the overpass. SMACK!

Nibiru felt the Fox let go of his arms, allowing him to lean against the pillar. Groggily he spun around, reaching out for her succulent body. He only needed to make contact with her skin, and he could leech off her powers and still beat the insufferable little slut. And when he did...

But the nubile young heroine was a whirlwind of motion, evading his grasp while punching him repeatedly in the body. One final wallop to the jaw sent him to the ground, the Fox standing over him in triumph.

Suddenly there was a scattering of applause. The Fox turned and saw that a crowd had pulled over beside the expressway and gotten out of their cars to watch the battle, taking photos with their phones. With the fight over, they began to climb down the embankment.

"STAY BACK!" the heroine commanded. "It's still dangerous! Somebody call the District of Columbia Police and tell them there's a nuclear bomb down here! And call the Army, too!"


***


Epilogue --


With the bomb disarmed and the ORCUS terrorists all in custody, the Fuchsia Fox had unfinished business on Thomas Westerton's private island.

"Thomas," she said tentatively. "I... I want you to know that the time we had together was just... I can't put it into words how great it was. And I really do care about you..."

"But you're choosing your husband over me," he finished for her. "Jenn, I was trying to tell you earlier that I had seen the signs. None of my dalliances lasts very long... it's part of the nature of things. Three months is a very good run for me." He sounded perfectly understanding. "Isn't there any chance that you can have both of us? Bring him along with you next time. We could have a threesome..."

"I don't think so," Jenn chuckled. "Maybe someday I'll be ready for that. But right now, one dreamboat at a time is all I can handle." She was thinking of her struggle with Druj in the saloon. She had seen a reflection of herself there that she hadn't liked. At least Martin had never asked her to give up anything for him, to stop being who she was. "You're not angry?"

"What do I have to be angry about?" Thomas replied. "You've given me a gift I can never repay, something I'll always treasure. And what about you? No regrets?

"No regrets," Jennifer agreed, and she could look him directly in his eyes as she said it. "I think it was a good thing, getting this out of my system. My relationship with Martin is going to be stronger as a result. Thank you for that." She reached up and kissed him one last time, their tongues mingling, hearts beating in unison. His hand slipped lightly around her lissome waist, and when she went to pull away, he didn't try to hold her.


****


When Martin returned to the apartment that evening, he found Jennifer waiting for him on the living room sofa, dressed in her bathrobe. She had considered wearing the costume, but decided that for what she had to tell him, it would be wrong to take advantage of its beauty-enhancing aura.

"What a day!" he said, dropping onto the sofa beside her. "You'll be glad to know that Druj is back with the NSA, and Manticore and Nibiru are under even tighter security. You know, I was just thinking... You couldn't have heard about the escape on the news because it was never released to the media. I guess it's just lucky for us you were in the Chesapeake Bay area, wasn't it?"

"Uh... Martin?" Jenn said, holding her wrists out to him. "Please take my bracelets off." Despite what Druj had said, she still couldn't seem to give herself permission to remove them.

"Sure, Angel. But what's the rush?"

"Because I have something I need to tell you," she said, biting her lip. "And if we get into an argument as a result, I don't want to have an unfair advantage over you."

Martin frowned, but he did as she asked, setting the artifacts down safely out of her reach. Then, Jennifer took a deep breath and told him everything. She told him how she had obsessed about Thomas Westerton ever since New Year's Eve, how she had gone to talk to him on Valentine's Day and ended up having sex with him. She told him how she had been sleeping with him ever since behind Martin's back, even up to today. Finally she assured him that, although the affair was over and done with, she realized what she had done was wrong. Martin sat there on his side of the sofa through it all, stunned.

"Darling?" she asked timidly. "Do you hate me?"

"I couldn't hate you, Angel," he said, drawing her to his side. "I'm... I'm just floored..."

"I couldn't tell you about it," she blurted, snuggling against him, "because I was ashamed that you'd think I was some kind of slut, wanting a man just for sex."

"Was that all it was? Sex?" he said.

"It was a lot of things," she admitted. "Sex with Thomas was always perfect. He could look into my mind and know just what sort of mood I was in, exactly how I wanted to be touched. It was always perfect! And do you know what? Perfection can be wearying after a while."

"I'm sorry," Martin said, shaking his head, "but I think that went past me to some extent."

"What I mean is..." Jenn struggled to find the words. "I know how hard you try to please me, right? And I love you for it. But then again sometimes I kind of like it when you forget yourself and cum just a little bit too soon. Because at those times I can feel you losing yourself in the pleasure of my body. It's times like that that make me feel like a woman. Thomas never lost control like that. I get SUCH a rush from knowing that I'm giving you pleasure just by being your woman. It's that mutual giving and receiving that makes it LOVE, and not just fucking."

"And just being with you afterwards," she continued, "watching you sleeping, feeling your heartbeat against mine. That's true love. That makes me feel safe. In my other life, I'm constantly being zapped and zonked and beat on by super-villains always trying to get into my pants. Sometimes I just need to just feel safe in your arms."

"Your OTHER life?" Martin said. "You talk as if the Fox were someone separate from you."

"Well... I know you fell in love with the Suit first. And to be honest, that's always made me feel a little bit insecure..."

"The Suit?" he interrupted. "Jenn, it was never about the Suit. It's just... when you're the Fox, you're stronger, you're more confident. That's what I fell in love with. Why do you think I keep trying out all those kinky things with you? I'm trying to get you more comfortable with yourself. I'm trying to make Jenn more like the Fox."

"Is that what you were trying to do?" She couldn't help thinking about the way she had admired that henchman's member. Maybe she really WAS starting to be more like her mother.

"In that case, I have to tell you, sport," she said, sliding around into his lap to face him, and letting her bathrobe fall from her shoulders. "I think it's working..."


>>>>THE END>>
By Centurion

[psiber8]

Martin was very understanding, I must say; but the entire trilogy was incredibly well written and a joy to read. Am honest humanizing of a so-called "better than thou" super hero is always a delight to experience.

[DrDominator9]

I have to agree with psiber8 above, the trilogy was terrific and I'm glad to see Centurian loosening up on the sex scenes some. Makes for a terrific overall read with the character growth and the fun stuff. Terrific work, guy. And a thankful nod of the head as well to Flirty_but_Nice for her assistance in everything.

[flirty_but_nice]

Thank you so much you two for the feedback!

The more feedback I can pass on Centurion's way, the more receptive he might be in incorporating more of my out there sexual themed contemplations for the Fox, so guys, please, lots and lots of feedback is really appreciated! I mean, I still have so many kinky places I am trying to convince Centurion to let the Fuchsia Fox go. Any and all help is really appreciated. <bats eyelashes>

[Zeta Clark]

This was a nicely composed story. I liked that the characters had depth to them (interesting weakness for example). Nicely done.

[flirty_but_nice]

Thanks Zeta. I do love the feedback.

[flirty_but_nice]

This was a nicely composed story. I liked that the characters had depth to them (interesting weakness for example). Nicely done.

Zeta, I had forwarded your comment on to Centurion, this is his email response that he asked me to post to you ...

"To Jennifer (aka Flirty)

Message body:

Really nice. The idea that my characters have depth is an amazing compliment. Please give you a "thank you" from me. I was just wondering what "weakness" she's talking about. The self-confidence thing?


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From: Jennifer (aka Flirty) <[email protected]>
Sent: Friday, April 8, 2016 3:25 PM
To: Centurion
Subject: SHF Feedback

Hi Centurion. Here's a new public feedback post from the last Fox story posted ...

Postby Zeta Clark » Fri Apr 08, 2016 8:31 am ... This was a nicely composed story. I liked that the characters had depth to them (interesting weakness for example). Nicely done."

[Zeta Clark]

I was just wondering what "weakness" she's talking about. The self-confidence thing?

Indeed. Effectively attacking the heroine mentally and emotionally was exciting.

It's stressful enough to worry about body image and public acceptance as a normal individual. I could only imagine what it would be like to be a heroine in the public's eye.

Mentioning the previous hidden camera/voyeurism incident hinted at the whole public's attention thing. And then there was the insult regarding "flat-chested piece of streetmeat". Wow!

I really liked the mechanics of the bracelets as well, in that the heroine subconsciously gives permission to remove them. Love that!

Keep up the great work!

[GeekyPornCritic]

I just discovered this three part story thanks to DrDominator. I really enjoy most of this story. Everything came together very well. It displays Fox as a heroine and a wife. However, Fuchsia Fox is not a perfect person. She has her faults. The villains were perfect challenges to her as a heroine. I enjoyed the idea of her enemies joining forces. She once again came out of on top.

I consider this story 95% perfect. However, the conclusion isn't satisfying because Martin's reaction is very relaxed. There are many issues with this affair. He does not seem angry at his wife for falling in love with another man. I understand they have an option relationship. However, Fuchsia Fox was in love with this other man. She would lie to her husband to see pleasure from him. That's insulting. Martin wanted to make love to his wife, but she lied that she wanted to go on patrol. In reality, she went to make love to Thomas.

She considered Thomas to be a better love and partner in a relationship. I would be very angry at my wife if I had one. It would be insulting to hear another man is better me. Martin's reaction is extremely light. He appears to be a cuckold in this situation.

Furthermore, her lover Thomas helped her get a promotion and traded marked her heroine ego. He was basically her boyfriend as she was in love with him. Martin had no negative response to another man taking care of his wife's sexual, emotional, and financial needs.

Also, She told another man about her secret identity. She endangered many people including her husband by leaking it to a lover.