Fuchsia Fox: "The Enchanter's Revenge", by Centurion & Flirty

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Hey everybody. Here's a story that has been written by both Centurion and I. Mostly Centurion, but a lot of this was his being indulgent in a bunch of scenarios that I had written up. He taking what I had and rewriting it up. This started out purely has Centurion just indulging Fuchsia Fox fantasy scenarios I came up with, with him not intending it for "publication". I pleaded and begged, though, and he seemed to relent, even though I think he does not like this story very much at all. I, on the other hand, absolutely LOVE IT!

I seem to have misplaced the last few chapters, so I am posting what I have. I am also writing up my own "After Story Extra" that I hope to have Centurion approve for posting. So please do check back often for the story's concluding chapters and for, hopefully, my own after story extra.

**Edit** I have began posting my "After Story" Continuation, so please do read on!

Oh, and also, being that Centurion is so very not sure about this story, any and all of your encouraging words of support if you like this story, are greatly appreciated!

Anyway, I hope y'all like this as much as I do!

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Fuchsia Fox: "The Enchanter's Revenge"
By Centurion


Prologue -- Holiday Inn, Dulles International Airport, Washington, D.C.

Kira Sayers unlocked her door and stepped into her hotel room, running one hand through her light brown hair, which felt like a dirty dishrag after a long day of airport delays. To make it worse, the time lag between Mexico City and Washington was two hours. Her watch might say it was ten o'clock, but to her it felt like eight o'clock. Cleaning her grungy hair was going to be her first priority the moment she was alone.

The bellboy entered right behind her with her suitcase, his eyes riveted to Kira's long legs and rounded tush, sheathed in tight white jeans. Above her waist she wore a loose, blue cambric top with half sleeves, the off-center bodice giving a flirtatious glimpse of the smooth curve of her left shoulder and her left bra strap.

"And that restaurant is open until midnight if you want anything," the bellboy was saying, keeping up the friendly patter he had been plying her with -- just light enough to keep her interested without being too taxing. He was experienced enough at this to sense when a guest was tired, but at the same time he knew that a woman traveling alone very often had a sexual itch she needed to have scratched. Privately he had the odds pegged at two to one that she was one of those, so he parked her suitcase in a convenient spot next to the dresser and waited respectfully.

"Midnight, eh?" Kira said, flashing him a warm smile as she handed him a ten dollar tip. "I'll probably be hungry before then. I'm going to take a shower. Why don't you knock on my door in about an hour?"

"Yes, ma'am!" he said eagerly, touching his hat and backing out the door.

Kira bolted the door and set the chain, dropped her key card on the dresser, and then began to strip. She kicked off her wedge-heeled shoes as she took hold of the lower hem of her cambric top and peeled it upward right over her lean, young body, revealing the bra underneath. Tossing her top onto the bed, she unsnapped her tight jeans and sat down on the bed while she wriggled out of them. Ohhhh that felt so much better!

Now clad in only her nylon undies, Kira picked up her cell phone as she walked over to the window and pulled back the curtains. She dialed a number as she looked out at the dark city lights; musing that at the same time she was looking out, her own shapely feminine silhouette was highly visible. The idea that someone might be watching her even now made the young woman's blood stir a little bit with carnal fantasies.

Her thoughts along those lines were interrupted as a recorded voice said, "You have reached the National Archives, Assistant Curator Jennifer Fletcher. Please leave a message."

"Hello, Ms. Fletcher?" Kira told the recording. "This is Kira Sayers. I just wanted you to know that I've arrived with the Professor's manuscript. It's ten o'clock, so I'll see you in the morning, I guess." She clicked off the phone.

Kira turned her back to the window, leaving the curtains wide open as she tossed the phone on her bed and reached behind her to unsnap her bra. Ahhhh, the freedom of her soft C-cups felt heavenly after her long day! Still in full view of the window, the girl dropped her bra on the floor and walked toward the bathroom, wiggling her shapely hips. Just before the door to the bathroom, she paused to bend over and peel her panties down her long, elegant legs and then step out of them.

The shower felt wonderful! Warm water cascaded all around her exquisite curves as she poured shampoo on her head and worked it up into lather, her eyes closed with ecstasy as she massaged her scalp. She stood there underneath the reviving flood for a good fifteen or twenty minutes, washing her body clean and working up an appetite for other things.

Just as Kira was turning off the shower, she heard a very light knock at the door. Could that be the bellboy so soon? He must be a horny little bastard! Kira smiled impishly as she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her hair, doing it up in a loose little turban. This called for Hotel Strategy number 6, the "Oh dear, the maid must have forgotten to leave me any towels!" ploy. Kira's pulse raced as she distinctly heard the room door unlock with a click.

Oh damn! she suddenly thought, remembering that she had latched the chain, too! Hurriedly she trotted into the bedroom. Almost to the door, she froze.

The chain on the door rattled and undid itself as if an invisible hand were moving it. "What the hell--?" Kira gasped as the knob turned and the door slowly swung open all by itself.

A strange man swept into her room, dressed in a black robe with blood red trim on the sleeves and lower hem. His head was completely bald, with dark circles around the deep sockets of his eyes. He made a casual gesture with the thin wooden wand he held in his right hand, and the door closed and locked itself behind him.

Kira instinctively snatched the towel off her head, clutching it in front of her naked, dripping wet body, flushing and shivering with fear at this sudden invasion, catching her at her most vulnerable. "P-please don't hurt me," she whimpered. "My wallet is in the suitcase..."

"I have no interest in hurting you, Ms. Sayers," the stranger said. "I merely want the box you were delivering to the National Archives. Where is it?"

"The box?" Kira said, quivering all over. "It... it... it's in the hotel safe! The Archives closes at five thirty, a-and my plane didn't arrive in Washington until--"

The ebony-clad stranger held up his hand, and Kira obediently stopped talking. "Look into my eyes," he commanded. Those dark, sunken eyes of his seemed to glow, dimly at first but growing brighter until they seemed to fill Kira's entire world. "I'm going to ask you to do a small favor for me, Ms. Sayers..." his voice droned.

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Chapter 1 –


Jennifer Fletcher, assistant curator of the National Archives, self-consciously brushed her dark brunette hair behind her ear as she strolled along the hallway of the Holiday Inn. Her trim, young body was dressed in white sneakers and gray yoga tights which accented the sleek, supple curves of her classy legs and buttocks. Above her waist, she wore a pink off-the-shoulder crop top with a blue hoodie over it against the cool autumn air outdoors.

Jenn explained who she was to the uniformed policeman standing guard outside the room and was allowed to enter, edging past the forensics technician who was on his knees examining the open door for signs of forced entry. Inside she found three men in suits. One was the hotel manager, and from the way the other two were standing, the brunette didn't really need to see the badges clipped to their belts to identify them as District of Columbia police detectives.

The occupant of the room, Kira Sayers, was sitting in a chair with a towel wrapped around her naked body, looking completely mortified. Obviously, she had been told by the detectives not to touch anything. The room was in disorder, the bedclothes rumpled and obviously recently used. Coils of white nylon rope were lying on the bed, and her bra and panties were still on the floor where they had been discarded. Her eyes met Jennifer's and she flushed with embarrassment, but the brunette tried to give her a reassuring look.

"You're Ms. Fletcher from the Archives?" one of the detectives asked, reaching out to shake her hand. "I'm Sgt. Cameron, that's Hatch. I'm sorry to get you out at this hour. Ms. Sayers says that you know her."

"Yes, I do," Jennifer said. "She's with the Smithsonian."

"The hotel bellboy found her at a quarter to eleven," Hatch said, barely concealing a grin, "on the bed and tied up. She claims that something valuable was stolen from her. Would you know anything about that?"

"It depends upon what you consider valuable," Jennifer said with a shrug, then continuing ... "You see, Professor Hernan Ruiz, an archaeologist specializing in the Aztecs, passed away in Mexico City not long ago. He was writing a book for the Smithsonian, and she has been getting his papers in order. She was supposed to bring the manuscript back with her."

Kira stirred in her seat, opening her mouth as if to speak. But she looked at the policemen and closed her mouth again.

"You say that a man came into the room, Ms. Sayers?" Cameron said. "And he left you tied up the way the bellboy found you. Was he armed?"

"No! I mean yes!" the girl blurted. She realized that he was contradicting herself and blushed. "He had a wand! A magic wand! He waved it and these ropes just appeared from out of nowhere!"

Jennifer's brown eyes widened. Magic? How many supervillains did she know who used magic?

"The clerk at the front desk," Hatch said skeptically, "says that you called at 10:20 and asked him to take a box out of the safe and get it ready for you."

"I don't remember doing anything of the kind," Kira frowned.

"Do you remember going down and picking the box up five minutes later?" the detective said. "That's what the desk clerk says happened."

"He's lying," Kira said indignantly, clutching at the towel that was wrapped around her lissome curves. "He must be."

The hotel manager's cell phone chimed at this point. "The security camera video on the front desk," he said, glancing at the screen. He clicked the icon and handed his phone to Sgt. Cameron. As the two policemen watched it, Jennifer unobtrusively sidled up close to Cameron's arm so that she could see the image as well.

Sure enough, there was Kira Sayers, dressed in white jeans and blue top, walking up to the desk. There was no audio, but the watchers were able to follow what happened next -- the clerk asking for identification, her showing her wallet to him, and then signing a receipt. The clerk then handed over a metal box about eight inches by eleven, with a carrying handle. Kira smiled and took it back up the stairs, returning to her room.

"That didn't happen," Kira said. "I swear it didn't. The last thing I remember is this man bursting into my room!"

"Your description is a bald man about five foot ten," said Hatch, reading from his notebook, "wearing black robes."

Jennifer felt a quiver of dread in the pit of her stomach as she recognized the description. It was a criminal magician known as the Enchanter! And his specialty was hypnosis, so a lot of Kira's story made sense now.

"That's right!" Kira said. "And--"

"Sergeant, you want to look at this?" interrupted a uniformed policeman standing at the door. "I found this in the stairwell." He was holding something carefully with both hands so as not to contaminate it with fingerprints any more than necessary. It was the same metal box that they had all seen in the security video.

Cameron used his handkerchief to carefully open the lid. The manuscript was still there. "Well," he said, as if that clinched the case. "We'll have you look through this and see if anything is missing, Ms. Sayers."

"May I put my clothes on now?" Kira said icily.

"I don't see why not," the detective said, as all the men went out into the hallway with the disgruntled air of men who felt that their time had just been wasted on a false alarm.

But Jennifer wasn't so sure. What could the Enchanter have been after? Why would he have gone to all this trouble and then abandoned the thing he had stolen? Unless there had been something else in the box besides the manuscript, something Kira hadn't wanted to talk about.

While the police took the elevator down to the lobby, Jennifer took the stairs up to the roof. The brunette quickly made sure that there were no security cameras to see her. Looking out over the lights of the nearby airport, she took out her own cell phone and dialed.

"Hey Martin?" she said brightly, when her husband answered. "I'm going to be a little late getting back. Probably no more than an hour, but there's no need to wait up."

"What's the problem?" he asked.

"I don't know yet," Jenn laughed. "I'll tell you more when I see you."

She clicked off the connection and then, accompanied by a subdued flash of light from her golden bracelets of Ishtar, the phone along with her clothing vanished. Now her alluring body was clad in a short, reddish purple wraparound miniskirt and a matching halter top with a proud fox-head chest emblem hugging her supple bosom. Her slender arms were sheathed in elbow length gloves, her feet dressed in cute little ankle boots.

The Fuchsia Fox's dark brunette hair danced around her smooth bare shoulders as the stunning superheroine launched herself into the sky, gliding above the airport and sweeping back in the direction of Washington. With the Enchanter's trail probably still warm, the Fox thought she should immediately search area. Sometimes in the past she had gotten lucky picking up a clue which a villain had inadvertently left behind, so time might be of the essence.


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Chapter 2 –


On a secluded street in the suburbs, a small moving van was parked in the shadows beside a good-sized house. The back yard was screened by privacy fences so that even with the spotlight on, the van wasn't visible from the front of the house. For that reason, the brawny guy wearing a Grateful Dead t-shirt and jeans wasn't feeling all that nervous as he clandestinely maneuvered the flat screen TV outside through the sliding doors which he had jimmied open. Skirting the swimming pool, he arrived at the back of the van and set the TV set down so that he could make sure that the padded quilt was in place to keep it from sliding.

"Funny time to be moving," a smug female voice suddenly said. "In the middle of the night?"

The brawny man didn't bat an eye. Casually he turned and looked at the young woman who had spoken. Naturally he recognized the Fuchsia Fox -- the superheroine who had single handily brought down the ORCUS terrorist group. She was standing there in the light of the spotlight, her luscious body dressed in that incredibly sexy little costume of hers. The burglar gave himself a moment to let his eyes feast on the sassy supergirl's long silken legs and her spectacular pair of firm, delicious breasts underneath her chest emblem.

He glanced at his wristwatch. "One o'clock in the morning? Is it really that late?" he said. "But what can I do? The requisition says it's got to be moved by morning." He paused to grin. "I guess you want to see the requisition?" he said.

"That would be nice," the Fox said, raising one aristocratic eyebrow. The dirty white van didn't have any kind of company logo on it, so she suspected that he was obviously lying. But the cocksure super babe was in no hurry, so she decided to play with him a little bit, just to see what he would do.

"Where the hell did I put that damn thing?" the brawny guy said, patting his pockets. "Johnny?" he called out, "do you have the paperwork for the move?"

Another burglar, who had been moving around inside the house, appeared at the sliding doors. "Uh, I thought you had it, Max," he said, his eyes bulging as he came outside to join his partner.

"Come on guys," the Fox said, her eyes automatically focusing on the second man. "Do I look stupid? I know you don't have--"

Hssssss! A puff of sweet-smelling mist suddenly engulfed the heroine's face. As her eyes quickly cut back to Max, the Fox saw that the brawny guy was holding a very small aerosol can that he had slipped out of his pocket while she had been distracted.

"You see Johnny," he lectured, "this is why whenever you rob a place, you have to be prepared with this knock-out gas. You never know when some nosey super-dame might show up."

The whiff of gas the Fox had taken smelled a little bit like a mixture of chloroform and Rohypnol, but in neither case should there enough in that little hit to really slow her down, especially with her force-shield engaged. Even so, the spunky young heroine stumbled, more out of surprise than anything else, into the waiting arms of Johnny, who instantly caught her in a bear hug, his hands clutching at her pert coconuts.

"I don't think you look stupid," the burglar said. "I think you're gorgeous. I dream about ripping your clothes off and boning you until the cows come home."

"Really?" Jennifer gushed, feeling a surprising thrill of emotion shoot through her body like an electrical current. "You really desire me like that?", the Fox asked playfully.

The Fox's pulse raced with arousal as his hands gently squeezed her pliant boobs through the thin fabric of her halter top. At the same time, she could feel his boner down there, pressed against her butt. The rigid organic shape of it made her heart flutter and her coosh began to grow moist with desire.

Her aroused distraction suddenly interrupted by her thought, What’s wrong with me?

Suddenly she flexed her lissome arms and broke out of the burglar's hold, spinning around and pushing him backwards away from her, but with enough restraint that he was only marginally pushed away.

Just then Max grabbed hold of her left wrist and yanked her helplessly into his muscular arms. The Fox found herself in another bear hug, this time with her boobs crushed against his broad, manly chest, her face close enough to his for him to kiss her if he had wanted to. "Oh, yeah," the man hissed. "You are a whole lot sexier than your pictures. I'm very much tempted to have my way with you. What do you say? Up for a good time?"

The Fox felt an unexplainable gush of moist heat stirring her insides, making her knees tremble. Her head was spinning. How could that little hit of drugs be doing this to me!

Before she could break out of his grip, she felt Max's hands sliding along her bare back, suddenly undoing the bottom strap of her halter top. Her tummy filled with butterflies in anticipation, when in a flash, he had stripped the garment upwards over her lean, alluring torso, her pert breasts, shockingly, naked and exposed into full view as he wrapped the garment around her swanlike throat like a noose!

"Unnnnnn," the superheroine moaned, feeling half-choked while at the same time tingling with ecstasy as Johnny slipped up from behind her and cupped his hands around her soft, succulent little B-cups. Mmmmmm!

This couldn't, shouldn’t be happening!, Jennifer thought to herself.

"Oh God these itty bitty titties of yours are so sweet!" the burglar said, as his fingers roughly fondled both her perky boobs, rubbing and pinching her thick, growingly erect nipples.

"Fox, it looks like you’re loving this, too," Max observed, planting wet kisses along the left side of the heroine's slender neck while continuing to hold her own halter top taut around her throat, but not so tight as to actually strangle her. "I mean, I notice you're not doing a very good job of kicking our asses."

Bewilderingly, the Fox was thinking the same thing. She struggled to pull herself from the big one's muscular, overpoweringly masculine arms, but somehow, she couldn't seem to muster enough strength. Waves of pleasure were surging along her silken skin, making her spine tingle. She was doing a terrible job of resisting these two bruisers, and she couldn't understand why.

"I'm giving you guys one last chance," the heroine warned, weakly, wriggling helplessly in between her captors. "Take your hands off of me, or I'm going to..."

"Or you're going to what, babe?" Johnny interrupted with a laugh. "Max, I think this bimbo needs to be taught a lesson."

"Right you are, Johnny," his partner agreed. "You've never been righter about anything."

Together the two hoodlums picked up the Fox, who was squirming and struggling ineffectually to resist, and carried her to the wooden deck which sat at the deep end of the swimming pool. They laid her flat on her back, and while Johnny kept her halter top taut around her neck like a noose, Max straddled her waist, pinning her wrists down to the deck as he leaned over and kissed her on the mouth, his tongue thrusting between her lips and entwining with hers.

The Fox bucked her hips in an ineffectual attempt to throw him off, but his bulk was proving to be far too much for her to fight. Her brain was whirling in dazed confusion, with her mind flooded by the thought that Max was actually really hot.

Thinking that there was no way these guys could actually hurt her, she began to wonder, Was it really such a terrible thing to encourage this saucy little adventure? Why should I be so quick to put an end to it? Lost in the romantic bliss of the moment, in the end she could only give in. Closing her eyes, before realizing it, Jenn found herself beginning to kiss back!

Max's hands and lips then began to move further afield. His kisses moved down the Fox's neck and along the swell of her heaving breasts, kissing her perky, hardened but sensitive nipples. With her eyes closed, she simply laid back and let him continue to ravage her at will. She felt his weight shift on top of her, no longer pinning her down as he kissed his way along her ribcage, then along her flat belly.

Suddenly the defenseless heroine felt the burglar undoing the front of her wraparound miniskirt, but rather than resist, the Fox simply let the fabric drop. Max’s fingers slipped into the waist of her panties on either side of her hips, pulling the flimsy garment down along her smooth silken legs and over her ankles. Immediately after that, she felt his hot tongue between her creamy thighs, rubbing gently along the folds of her snatch, circling her swollen little love-bud, the feeling driving her wild with unbridled arousal.

"Oooooooohhhhhh," the superheroine moaned, her hips bucking gently in response as the hoodlum sucked her pussy, spreading molten fire throughout her body. By now she had become far from caring what happened, only wanting her body to inch closer to blissful climax. The entire situation had to be some kind of wonderful, erotic dream.

"Wow, Fox!" Max exclaimed. "You are one horny little slut. You're soaking wet down here!"

Slut!

The word seemed to echo inside the superheroine's head. Usually Jennifer found that sort of language was an automatic turnoff, but this time, surprising her, hearing Max call her a slut only served to increase her arousal rather than upset her. Was it such a bad word, after all? Maybe it really could be a sexy term of endearment!

Her hips were swaying sinuously up and down as her climax was rising in a peak of pleasure. As she opened her eyes, Max was rising upright once again, unbuckling and dropping his pants. Jennifer gasped out loud at the size of his enormous gollywanger! Breathless with anticipation, for some mysterious and inexplicable reason, all she could do was lie back and accept it. Butterflies of intense arousal again filled her tummy, as his rigid pole slid deeply into her love tunnel, stimulating all of her nerve endings!

"Oh GOD!" the Fox moaned in ecstacy. "Oh please, oh God!" Her eyes fluttered open and only then did she notice that Johnny had his cell phone out, taking video of this decadent scene. Somehow, though, it hardly seemed to matter. In fact, in seeing that Johnny was filming Max humping her, incredibly, the Fox's arousal only grew even more! Tired of merely filming the scene, Johnny fumbled his own pants down and jigged around to the Fox’s other side, guiding his cock toward the Fox`s panting mouth.

Without even thinking about what she was doing, the Fox took his wiener in her glove-sheathed hand and engulfed its knob with her soft, heavenly, wanting lips, running her tongue up and down his hard velvet shaft.

"Oh shit that's great," the burglar hissed, awkwardly finding a position where he could hold the phone up and get them both in the picture. Within a few moments both the hoodlums had found a suitable rhythm where he and Max could nail her simultaneously from both ends at once, all being captured in film on Johnny’s smart phone. The superheroine herself couldn't fight the confusing emotions overwhelming her, she couldn't even think. All she could do was lie there submissively and concentrate upon the pure pleasure of the moment.

Minutes seemed like hours before Max gave out a grunt from deep inside his chest, his penis spasming, shooting out a hard stream of hot, sticky semen upward deeply into the Fox's coosh. The superheroine let out a muffled scream of pleasure as Johnny also lost control, letting his wad go off inside of her mouth, which she swallowed with ease. "Mmmm, please," Jenn moaned, pushing herself up onto her elbows as the burglar kept on cumming, her gloved hand stroking his tool and encouraging him, milking him dry and dutifully swallowing every drop of man juice that he could give up.

At the same time, Max had pulled his torpedo out of her hole and was rubbing her labia with his fingers, which proved to be more than the Fox could handle. "Unnnngh … Oh God, YES!" the heroine strained and screamed as yet another orgasm hit her like an explosion. Then in utter exhaustion, she collapsed, drifting off completely into blissful unconsciousness.

"Holy shit!" Johnny gasped in amazement. "Is this for real?"

"You better believe it," Max said, his chest heaving. "Holy fuck. You got the whole thing on video?"

"Most of it!" his partner averred.

There was a moment of complete silence as the two hoodlums did up their pants and pulled themselves together while admiring the sexy, spent superheroine sleeping soundly before them. Max picked up the Fox's fuchsia panties and held them to his nose, inhaling the sweet, feminine fragrance of her pussy. "You know something?" he said. "Nobody's ever going to believe this, even with that video. What do you think happened?"

"Well, you hit her with that knock-out gas, right?"

"Yeah, but although that should have knocked her out," Max said, "no way I expected it might have made her act like that! Unless maybe she's just naturally a nymphomaniac and the stuff just lowered her inhibitions. Who really cares, though? This is far out!"

Suddenly they both remembered that the night was hurrying on and the reason they were here in the first place was to clean this house out. Together they went back to work, loading the flat screen TV into their moving van, then went back for the stereo and a few valuable paintings and sculptures. Almost regretfully, they shut the doors and started the van, leaving the Fuchsia Fox lying there on the deck wearing nothing but her gloves and her boots, her halter top wrapped around her neck, and her skirt lying nearby. The superheroine was so deep in blissful sleep that she never even heard the van drive away.

***


Chapter 3 –

Martin Fletcher was dressed and eating breakfast when the Fuchsia Fox alighted on the balcony of their bedroom. The balcony doors opened and closed and a moment later the stunning superheroine herself was there, her sassy little miniskirt swishing as she joined him in the kitchen.

"Are you alright, Angel?" he asked, concerned. "Where have you been all night?"

"Oh, I'm fine," Jenn said airily, putting bread in the toaster and getting juice from the fridge. "Just a bit exhausted, but I'm fine."

"Did you deal with that little problem you had?" Martin asked.

"Problem?" she repeated, suddenly remembering the Enchanter. "Oh that! Ummm, not really. I got sidetracked on something else entirely." Grinning, she poured herself a cup of coffee and took a big gulp. "I have a feeling you're going to love it!" she said impishly.

Martin smiled too, seeing that she was in a strange mood. "Okay, tell me," he encouraged her.

"Well, I ran into a couple of burglars knocking over a house in the suburbs."

"A couple of burglars?" Martin said, feeling a little bit let down. "Poor guys. I guess they're in a jail cell wondering what hit them, eh?"

"Um, not quite," the Fox said, her cheeks flushing a little. "They ended up getting away. Actually, I think they managed to clean the house out. But that's not important."

"Not important?"

"Martin, they whipped your beloved superheroine's little tushy! As in they pulled my short skirt down and spanked me! Look, I even have proof!" She turned around and flipped up her miniskirt so that her husband could see that she was bare from the nether regions down.

"What happened to your panties?" Martin asked, his boner starting to stiffen in spite of himself.

"Honestly, I am not entirely sure. I had passed out and when I awoke, my panties were gone. I assume they took them as a souvenir, I guess," the Fox nonchalantly shrugged. "Martin, I just couldn't seem to stop them. The bigger of the two, Max, had this aerosol spray can with some kind of knock-out gas. Only instead of it knocking me out, it just seemed to suppress my ability to resist and caused the release of all my inhibitions. And Martin, I'm talking about ALL of them!"

Martin could feel his temperature rising even as he sat there. "So you're saying..."

"I'm saying they overpowered your sexy little super-slut and used me like their own sexy little plaything," Jenn said, her cheek flushed with growing arousal even now as she thought back on it. "For some reason, I just couldn't resist them. The big one stripped off my halter top and wrapped it around my neck, lightly strangling me with it..."

"Really?" Martin said, squirming in his seat, beads of sweat popping out on his forehead.

"And the other one... I don't want to call him the little one because he was big. Oh god, Martin, his man meat was so tasty; I found myself wanting to suck on it all night long!"

"They were making you suck this guy's cock?" Martin said weakly, his emotions mixed with jealousy, outweighed by the thought of wishing he had been there to see it!

"Martin, they ended up doing me from both ends at once," the superheroine confessed. "By the end, I didn't know if I was coming or going. Pun intended. My god, Martin, I cannot remember cumming that hard in such a long time!"

"Too bad you didn't get pictures," Martin said, glancing at the clock and regretting that he had to get to work and didn't even have time for a quickie.

"Martin, never mind pictures, the one guy, Johnny, took video on his smart phone of them fucking me and me sucking them off." Jenn said airily, her cheeks turning crimson. "In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if the video ends up making its way onto the internet, your sexy superheroine wife getting completely owned by two common burglars."

She paused, biting her lower lip. "You know something, Martin? You've asked me this before and I've generally denied it. But lying there between those two guys, absolutely helpless to resist them... I really got off on it. I don't know how or why, but I really did! It turned me on so much to just surrender myself to them, submissively letting them sexually take me. Oh god, Martin, just thinking about it even now is making me SO horny!"

Martin put a reassuring arm around her waist. "Hey, with you in such a crazy, randy mood, I just wish that you had found your way home an hour earlier so that I had time to bang you, too. But I've got to get to the Pentagon or General Hughes will have my hide." He kissed her chastely goodbye, grabbed his coat and hat and dashed out the door.

After Martin left, Jennifer began to settle down, eating a light breakfast. Still thinking about her sexual encounter, she was definitely going to need a cold shower before she could get dressed and leave for work at the Archives.


***


An hour and a half later, Jennifer walked into the National Archives wearing a neat, gray pin-striped suit, with a white button-down blouse underneath. When putting it on this morning, for some inexplicable reason, when Jenn looked at herself in the mirror, after undoing two buttons more than the norm, she didn’t like how the slightly opened blouse exposed the cups of her bra. Taking solace in the fact that she was mostly covered by her blazer anyway, Jenn had unclasped her bra, removing it. Looking in the mirror, Jenn loved how, now braless, when she moved or bent forward in a certain way, a sexy helping of her naked boobs would be exposed. Bending forward in just the right angle, a properly positioned onlooker might even be able to glimpse her nipples. Jenn had become totally wet thinking of the exhibitionist tease she’d be!

"Good morning, Jennifer," said Dana Fazio from Human Resources, meeting her in the lobby. "Remember we have that in-house meeting today at ten, and I've got a batch of docent candidates we need to interview. I've scheduled that for one. Is that okay?"

"I'm sure that'll be fine, Dana," Jenn said, looking around at the silent Rotunda as together they crossed that huge space. "Do you know if Kira Sayers is around?"

"I think she's waiting for you in your office," the other girl said. She paused, frowning. "You're not coming down with something, are you? Your eyes look a little bloodshot."

"Oh, that," Jenn laughed. "Just a bit of a rough night."

"Ah, I see," Dana replied, turning to go on her way. "You don't want to overdo it, Jennifer."

In her office, she found Kira indeed waiting nervously, wearing a green dress and carrying Professor Ruiz' manuscript in a cardboard folder. "I've looked over it carefully, Ms. Fletcher," she said, "and I'm sure it's all there."

"That's good," Jennifer said, taking the manuscript and rifling the pages. "Personally, I don't know a thing about the Aztecs, but Dr. Graves at Natural History is waiting for this. We'll send it over to him." She set the folder aside. "Did the police ever figure out what happened?"

"Oh yes," Kira replied. "They identified the man I saw as a supervillain who calls himself the Enchanter. They even got a picture of him off a CCTV camera entering the building. So at least they believe that part of my story." She paused, biting her lower lip hesitantly.

"But there is something else you want to tell me, isn't there?" Jennifer said, sitting down and inviting the other girl to do the same.

"Yes," Kira sighed, plopping her bottom down into the chair she was offered, fiddling with her cell phone. "There was something else in the box -- a really beautiful amulet that the professor found in the ruins of the temple of Tlazolteotl." She located a picture on her phone and showed it to the brunette.

Jennifer looked at the picture, which showed a necklace made up of many translucent gemstones of orange and red quartz. In the center was a clear, flawless crystal in the shape of a cat's head, possibly a jaguar or an ocelot. It really did look beautiful. "But the Mexican Bureau of Antiquities would never have allowed--" she began.

"I know, I know!" Kira said miserably. "I thought I could get away with smuggling it into the country. I'm sorry. That's the reason I didn't tell the police about it." She hesitated again. "If you had seen the amulet in the flesh, you'd understand. I felt drawn to it somehow; as if were filled with some kind of psychic force, pulling at me."

Jennifer frowned. "Where was this thing found again? The temple of Tlaz--?"

"Tlazolteotl," Kira said. "Aztec names are real tongue-twisters. She was the goddess of... well, she's been compared with Venus. But whereas Venus was the Goddess of Love, Tlazolteotl was more like the Goddess of Lust. According to the stories, she liked using her beauty to entice righteous men into sin. I wouldn't exactly call her evil. Wicked is more like the word for her. She liked puncturing people's egos, showing them that they were neither as strong nor as pure at heart as they thought they were."

Jennifer crossed her legs, tapping nervously on her desk with her fingertips. "Are you telling me that now the Enchanter has this amulet in his possession?"

Kira sighed. "Yeah, Ms. Fletcher. I guess I am."

"Oh, well isn’t that just swell."

The fact that a dangerous supervillain had gotten his hands on an apparently magical artifact with unknown properties was simply one more worry that Jennifer had to file away in the back of her mind as she went about her day.

The in-house meeting with members of the Restoration and Preservation staff went smoothly enough. After lunch, she joined Dana Fazio to interview those docent candidates, and that proved to be more tedious. Later in the afternoon, she had an interview with a writer and a photographer from Smithsonian Magazine who were doing an article on the public archives.

By closing time that evening, Jenn had caught her second wind. The attractive brunette stood behind her desk, stretching her lean, young body as she looked out the window at the traffic gliding past. She might feel a little bit fatigued from the cares of the day, but she always felt better after changing into costume. Something about that clingy little fuchsia outfit made her feel more alive, more vibrant, and ready to take on anything. Tonight she might even pick up a clue as to the Enchanter's whereabouts.

She concentrated, and the subdued flash of light came from her bracelets once again, swapping her staid, conservative pin-striped suit with her sexy Fuchsia Fox costume. The superheroine went upstairs and eased out through the exit that only she knew about, and seconds later she was flying along down 7th Street, crossing the National Mall and heading toward southeast Washington.


***


Chapter 4 –


In southeast Washington, just shy of the Maryland border, stood Rockwell's Sporting Goods store. This early in the evening, on a weeknight, there were only five customers present, all of them male -- four college students trying on hiking boots and a scoutmaster who was looking at tents for an upcoming camping trip. The three sales clerks behind the counters, dressed in jeans and blue flannel shirts, were talking among themselves, just passing the time until the customers either made up their minds or indicated that they needed help making a decision.

"Hey, Heidi," said Ron, the manager of the store. "Did I hear right? Your boyfriend's taking you to that outdoor concert at Chesapeake Beach this weekend?"

The girl clerk laughed. "As long as the weather cooperates," she said, hopping up onto the counter so that her long legs were visible, since she was the only one of them wearing jeans shorts.

"I heard there was a forty percent chance--" the third clerk began, and then broke off with a frown. "What's going on out there?"

Out there, meaning in front of the store, a van had just pulled up. Leaving the engine idling, four men got out and rushed into the store, brandishing revolvers. "Hands up!" shouted one of the invaders. "Get your hands where I can see them!" The other three fanned out to cover all the customers.

"What's going on here?" asked Ron, as all eight of them, clerks and customers alike, quickly raised their hands.

"Shut up," the leader of hoodlums said. "Come out from behind that counter. All of you get down on your knees right here in the open. Keep your hands up. The first person I see going for a phone gets his head blown off."

The eight terrified prisoners did as they were told, huddling close together and dropping to their knees. The leader and one of the thugs kept them covered while the other two slipped behind the counters and starting opening the cash registers, grabbing money and stuffing it into bags. When they were done, they turned toward the gun racks behind the counter, where ten rifles of various makes were kept, locked tightly.

"Who has the key to those gun racks?" the leader asked.

"I do," Ron volunteered sulkily. "I'll give it to you. Just don't hurt anybody." He lowered his hands, reaching for his pocket.

"Slowly, old man!" the leader of the criminals snapped, pulling back the hammer of his revolver. "Don't try anything stupid."

Just then there was a crashing sound as the door flew open. Silence fell as everyone instinctively turned in that direction. Standing in the doorway was the Fuchsia Fox, casually tossing her dark brunette tresses over her smooth shoulder. Her supermodel-worthy body was like that of an angel fallen from heaven in her famous reddish-purple halter top and wraparound miniskirt, elbow length gloves and ankle boots.

"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" the superheroine asked, innocently. "I saw this van parked out front and I said to myself, 'Now there's something suspicious-looking.'"

The Fox strode confidently across the room, her luscious hips swaying, her mouth-watering silken legs whispering seductively. Jennifer was aware of all eyes on her, from the college boys to the salesclerks to the scoutmaster and the hoodlums holding their guns on her. Even the girl clerk was staring with her mouth open. The thought of her body being on exhibition like this, gawked at by total strangers, made the stunning superheroine's pulse race a little faster. She was aware of a pleasant warmth stirring in her loins as she walked right up to the leader of the gang.

"Are you going to use that big thing?" she smirked, with a brief glance downward at his revolver, "or just hold it in your hand?"

The criminal smiled, rather charmingly. "This?" he said, slipping the gun into the waistband of his pants. "Everybody knows that the Fuchsia Fox is bullet proof. Might as well put them away, boys." The other three robbers, after a brief hesitation, followed his example and holstered their guns. The prisoners remained on their knees with their hands up, unsure what was going on.

"I must say, you're the first sensible thief I've come across in a long time," the Fox said, her brown eyes gliding over his broad shoulders and beefy arms. "And a rather handsome rogue, at that, I must admit."

"I always try to be accommodating to a beautiful, incredibly sexy lady," he replied, leaning slightly closer as if he were thinking about kissing her.

"Really?" the heroine gulped, her cheeks reddening as surge of arousal made her pussy tingle moistly. "You really think I'm sexy?"

The Fox hadn't noticed two of the other hoodlums stealthily moving in behind her until suddenly she felt her slender, glove-sheathed wrists being grabbed from behind. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?" the cocky heroine protested. "I'm going to give you guys to the count of three to--"

Just then, the Fox felt one of the thugs reach around her sleek young body, goosebumps popping out deliciously on her bare skin as his groping hand seized her perfect little breast, squeezing her luscious orb and making her nipple perk up hard through the barely-there fabric of her halter top. At the same time the other thug unfastened the rear strap of her halter top so that it hung loosely. "Stop it," the heroine gasped, her heart thumping between her breasts as she struggled. "Take your hands off of me..."

"Hold her still!" the leader snapped, bringing his right hand into view holding a damp cloth which he had slipped from his back pocket.

Instantly the Fox exploded into action, yanking her wrists free of the two thugs holding her captive, driving her elbow into the middle of one man's chest and then spinning around and bringing her lissome knee into his stomach. The other hoodlum reached out to grapple with her, but the Fox caught his wrist and twisted around, her sassy little skirt swishing around her pert caboose as she flipped him over to the floor.

Suddenly the leader jumped the heroine from behind, clamping the damp cloth across her nose and mouth. The aroma was very similar smelling to the drug that Max had been using the night before. Almost immediately the Fox felt light-headed and drowsy, while at the same time her body seemed to be tingling all over with helpless excitement at being manhandled in this way by the handsome criminal. His other hand reached underneath her loosely-hanging halter top and grabbed her naked boob, sending another hot wave of arousal through her womanhood and racing up and down her skin.

The other two thugs joined in, holding her slender arms behind her so that she couldn't fight. The spunky superheroine squirmed and struggled, but once again couldn't seem to summon the strength to break free from their grasp.

The clerks and customers had been watching all this time, on their knees with their hands raised, powerless to do anything to help her. The college boys and the scoutmaster were gawking at the Fox's sweet, naked tits, the only thought on their minds being to get out their cell phones and record them. The owner of the store slowly started to lower his hands, getting ready to make a move, but the fourth hoodlum was alert to this. He drew his revolver, keeping them covered so that all they could do was watch.

"Mmmmmm," the Fox moaned, dark clouds seeming to settle over her brain and swallow up any thought of resistance she might make. Her brown eyes fluttered as the chloroform took effect. The spunky superheroine lost consciousness and went limp in the thugs' arms.

"Time's up, Ray," said the thug who was holding his revolver on the prisoners. "You said the average police response time was six and a half minutes. It's time to go."

"Dammit," the leader said. "We'll have to forget about the guns this time. Just take the cash and..." He grinned, looking down at the sexy young superheroine passed out in his arms with her gorgeous little B-cups exposed. "We'll take Little Miss Prissy-tail, too. She might be worth something as ransom. Grab a coil of that climbing rope! Hustle!"

The leader slung the Fox's slim, sylph-like body over his shoulder like a sack of laundry, and the four hoodlums dashed outside to their idling van. Seconds later the wheels spun as it shot off into the night.


***


Chapter 5 –


The van turned south into Maryland. As it drove, two of the thugs watched with bated breath as Ray and Eliot, the guys who had planned the heist, tied up the Fuchsia Fox.

Securing the tough nylon cord around her wrists behind her, Ray made several loops around her slender, glove-sheathed forearms almost to her elbows, taking a few turns around her lean torso and cinching them tight with a knot. Cutting himself a second piece of rope, Eliot did the same with the Fox's ankles, looped the rope around her neck, then ran it back down between her legs to her creamy thighs, tying them so they were in a half-bent position. That way, even if she was as strong as people said she was, the saucy superbabe wouldn't have enough leverage to break free. As a final touch, Ray took a handkerchief and tied it around her mouth as a cleave gag.

"Are you sure that's going to hold her?" one of the guys asked when they were finished. "I mean, the Fox is supposed to be pretty strong."

"Quit worrying," Ray said easily. "I bet that's all hype. She didn't seem that strong when we were fighting her."

A few minutes later the van pulled off the street and into an old warehouse that the gang had been using as a temporary stash for their stolen goods. One of the guys turned on the lights while another pulled the doors shut behind them. Two of them carried the unconscious Fox out and lay her on a wooden pallet with a quilt draped over it as padding.

Some time later, Jennifer's awareness slowly began to return. She could feel the slightly rough texture of the quilt on her bare skin, and the hardness of the wooden platform underneath that. The heroine immediately flexed her muscles and met with resistance. That was how she discovered that she was hogtied in this most undignified way.

"Are you hungry?" Ray asked.

The Fox turned her neck a little and saw the four hoodlums sitting around a card table, eating hamburgers and drinking sodas. They were staring at her with grins on their faces, which tipped her off to the fact that her halter top, although still fastened at her nape, was wound loosely around her neck, leaving her gorgeous coconuts bare.

How did she get herself into this predicament?

The heroine felt her cheeks growing hot with embarrassment, while at the same time... mmmmmm she had to admit that the sensation of her abject helplessness was making her coosh feel pretty steamy.

"Mmmph!" the Fox protested through her gag, struggling desperately in her bonds. Immediately she felt the nylon rope bite into the soft, satin flesh of her thighs, calves and arms. And nnnnnnn, the rope that ran in between her legs, rubbing over her love bud was maddening!

"Seriously, are you hungry?" the leader of the gang repeated, laughing. "We saved you a fish sandwich. You'll have to promise not to make any noise if we take off the gag."

"Mmmph!" the heroine muttered furiously, squirming in her ropes.

"Was that a yes or a no?" the criminal taunted, getting up from the table.

Just then, a little cloud of gray smoke appeared, swirling swiftly upward in a tight spiral formation, rapidly thickening and darkening until it looked like a miniature tornado. The four hoodlums jumped up with alarm, drawing their guns as the whirlwind dispersed and the Enchanter appeared in its place, his black robes flapping.

"Greetings," he said.

"You sure know how to make an entrance, chum," Ray said, keeping his gun pointed at the villain. "Something we can help you with?"

"Don't mind me," the Enchanter said, looking past him at the Fuchsia Fox. "I merely wish to speak with your captive for a few moments."

Ray cocked an eyebrow. "Oh? Do you want to buy her... I mean, bid on her? We've had a few offers already..."

"No, nothing like that," the villain said. He waved his wand and an upholstered armchair appeared, which he sat down in. He waved his wand again, and the Fox's cleave gag untied itself. "So, Fox," he gloated, gazing at the beautiful heroine's luscious little tits, "we meet again."

The Fox felt her cheeks flush even more deeply, finding herself helpless and at the mercy of a villain like him. "When I get out of this, Enchanter--" she boasted.

"Aha!" he interrupted. "You should say IF. IF you ever get out of this. But then, you don't remember our meeting last night, do you? Of course you don't. You don't remember how, as you were searching for me around the airport, you heard a voice whispering in your ear. A trifling incantation. You don't remember how that voice led you to me, waiting in the park. And you certainly don't remember how I was able to catch you off guard and place you under my enchanted spell."

"That's preposterous!" the Fox blurted, her cheeks flushing. "My bracelets of Ishtar protect me from your hypnotism." But her brown eyes were focusing on the amulet hanging around his neck, the amulet with the crystal cat's head.

"Normally, you might be correct," the Enchanter said, fingering the crystal. "But Tlazolteotl's Amulet seems to be powerful enough to overcome their protection, unfortunately for you."

The superheroine squirmed in her bonds. This couldn't be true!

"Once you were totally in my power," the villain continued, "I gave you two simple post-hypnotic commands. One, that when in the presence of men, your overriding thoughts shall be about how your body is meant to please, to give men pleasure. You shall understand that your place in this world is as an object of desire. Your body will react with overwhelming arousal and your mind shall become clouded by nothing but thoughts of sexual desire for those that desire you. You will have overwhelming feelings of need to please and pleasure those that desire you. You will be unable to say no to those that sexually want you. You will be incapable of rejecting the sexual advances of men. So much so, that when caught up in their passion for you, you won’t even be able to concentrate upon those admirable bracelets of yours, unable to draw on the superpower of enhanced strength. To your core your only thoughts will be to sexually please those that desire you and take pleasure in being sexually pleased."

"That's a lie," the Fox whimpered, straining in her restraints. But the more she struggled, the more the arousal of bondage seemed to undermining her willpower, making her want to remain bound and helpless. "It can't be true."

"The second post-hypnotic command," the Enchanter continued, "was that you forget that I had accosted you. I let you go, and I was very much amused to observe your encounter with those two burglars. Their silly little drug had nothing whatsoever to do with your weakness, but you did not know that, did you?"

Jennifer stopped struggling, feeling rightly that it was doing more harm than good. Suddenly her encounter with Max and Johnny made sense. There had to be a way out of this! There HAD to be!

The Enchanter rose to his feet and made his chair vanish with another casual flick of his wand. "Well," he sighed, "I must be pushing on. It has been most amusing watching you stumble around in this way. I look forward to your further adventures."

Meanwhile the gang, realizing that the Enchanter wasn't here to take the Fox away with him, had relaxed and slowly holstered their guns. "Are you sure you don't want to bid for her?" Ray asked. "We can let you have a good price."

"Oh no," the villain in black said. "I don't want her captured. I want to see her humiliated. In fact, I was going to suggest that you simply let her go. Or better yet, leave her hogtied like this, and call that woman from the Channel 14 news. Vicki Ransom, isn't it?"

The four gang members slowly broke into grins. "Yeah, that would be humiliating," Eliot said. "But where's the profit for us?"

"My dear man, not everything is about profit."

"You've got a point," Ray said. "Once we claim responsibility for it, our reputations will be made. Okay, Eliot, why don't you call that Ransom chick? The rest of you pack up the stuff."

"Before you do," the Enchanter said, "let me erase her memory again. I want her to know, deep down inside, exactly who is responsible for her current difficulties, and yet it would be foolish to allow her to know exactly what it was I did to her. She might be able to think of some way to avoid the spell's full effects. I wouldn't want that."


***


Chapter 6 –


Martin Fletcher and Barbara Wright were leaving the Pentagon after a trying day which had kept them a little bit later than their usual quitting time. "Do you want to stop somewhere and grab some dinner?" Major Wright was asking. "Or do you have to immediately run home to that mousy wife of yours?"

"I really should," Martin replied. "Let me give her a call and see if she's working late." He pulled his phone out of his pocket and quickly dialed his wife's number. He heard it ring, but the call went unanswered.

The two officers were passing through one of the Pentagon's public access lobbies. There was a waiting room here with a flat screen TV mounted high on a bracket, which at this time of the day should have been deserted. Instead there was a crowd of enlisted men, soldiers and marines, clustered around and looking at a news broadcast. Martin noticed the channel 14 logo and frowned.

"What's going on, sailor?" Barbara asked one of the marines as she joined the crowd.

"Excuse me, major," the enlisted man answered, stepping aside to let her have a better view. "It's a special report. Vicki Ransom. They've already run the tape twice."

"... this dilapidated warehouse," the attractive, dark-haired reporter was saying, grinning broadly at the cameraman as she inched her way sideways around a tall wooden crate, "... where an informed source tells me that we will find something interesting..."

The camera rounded the corner of the crate and immediately zeroed in on a wooden pallet draped with a quilt. Lying on that quilt was the graceful form of a beautiful young woman with dark brunette hair. The girl was lying face down on her chest, her slender arms pulled behind her and her knees bent with her feet sticking up. She was hogtied in this embarrassing position by black nylon ropes wound around her forearms and thighs, looping taut around her swanlike neck. As the camera came in closer, a subdued murmur of excitement ran through the crowd of enlisted men who were watching the TV screen. It was obvious now that the girl's scrumptious body was dressed in reddish purple ankle boots, elbow length gloves, a flirty little miniskirt, and a tight halter top with a fox head chest emblem just visible covering her squashed-together boobs.

"My God! I can't believe this!" Vicki Ransom blurted, clutching at her microphone. "Your eyes are not playing tricks on you, folks. This really is the Fuchsia Fox, Washington's thought to be invincible superheroine. This is terrible. I don't know how this could have happened."

Martin's eyes almost popped out. Jennifer's phone had gone to voice mail, so he let his hand drop, looking up at the TV screen where he could see his wife tied up and gagged. Barbara Wright, standing beside him, crossed her arms and let out a little scoffing sound.

Meanwhile Vicki Ransom moved closer to the helplessly bound superheroine. "Fox! Fox! Are you okay?" she asked, holding the microphone toward the girl's mouth.

Slowly the Fox's brown eyes opened, and then grew wide with panic as she saw the camera pointed at her. "Mmmmm!" she protested, her voice muffled by her gag.

"Here, let me help you," the reporter said, briefly setting down the microphone while she untied her gag. Her lips now freed, the Fox looked around wildly but couldn't seem to think of anything to say.

"It's alright," Vicki Ransom said. "You're safe now. We received a report a little while ago that you had tried to stop a robbery at a sporting goods store, but the criminals overpowered you. The witnesses said that they might have used chloroform. Do you have any comment on that?" The heroine just stared at the camera, unwilling to speak.

"How do you feel now?" the reporter tried again trying to hide the self-satisfied smirk on her face. "How does it feel to be completely skunked by a group of ordinary thugs?"

Before the Fox could even think about answering, reflections from flashing blue lights could be seen in the background. "That will be the local police," Vicki Ransom said, quickly standing up straight and taking a step back. The camera followed her, which caused the enlisted men in the lobby to groan and complain.

"Once again, in case you're joining us late," the reporter continued, "it seems that our resident superheroine the Fuchsia Fox was overpowered and captured by a gang of thieves." Vicki tried to look serious and concerned, but totally failed to keep the grin out of her face. "But I'm happy to report that she is safe now. Back to you in the studio, Chet."


***


It was twenty agonizing minutes before the Fox was able to get away from the Maryland policemen and detectives, who kept alternately asking her if she was all right and if she could tell them anything about the men who had abducted her. The deeply chagrined superheroine could only shake her head miserably, her memories quite clear about the details of her humiliating capture and bondage, but frustratingly vague about the perpetrators themselves. At last she was able to slip away, thanking the officers for rescuing her.

She arrived at the apartment to find Martin already waiting for her, pacing back and forth. "What's going on, Angel?" he demanded. "Chloroform? Really?"

"I can't explain it, Martin," Jennifer said. "It was just like before. I couldn't seem to fight them at all."

"You don't suppose..." her husband said. "Grasping at straws here I know, but is there such a thing as Zumerian kryptonite? Some kind of substance that takes your powers away from you?"

The Fox rolled her eyes. "It didn't feel anything like losing my powers," she said. "It was more like I couldn't..." Her voice trailed off as a vague memory tugged at her. "The Enchanter!" she gasped. "The Enchanter was there. I remember him gloating insufferably about something he had done. But... I can't seem to remember exactly what he was saying that he did!"

"He specializes in magic, right?" Martin said. "You don't suppose he could have whipped up some kind of knock-out potion that saps your willpower? And he's distributing it to criminals?"

"I hope not," the superheroine said, crossing her arms. "But if that's the case, I'll just have to be more vigilant, keep a sharp look-out for anything like an aerosol spray or a cloth."

Martin didn't seem convinced that it was going to be that simple, but he didn't press it. "How about some dinner?" he suggested. "Abernathy's sound good?" It was one of their favorite restaurants.

"I'm not really hungry right now, sweetheart," Jenn said, turning back toward the balcony window. "I think I need to fly around a bit, clear my head. Don't worry -- I'll be careful." She gave her husband a quick kiss and then soared out through the window, ignoring her husband’s pleas for her to wait.

The Fox flew northwest over Arlington, ending up in the neighborhood of Falls Church. It had been her intention to drop in on Major Barbara Wright for some unscheduled sparring practice, but as the superheroine passed over Hillwood High School, she heard a woman scream. It was a single, sharp note, quickly muffled. Jennifer immediately swerved, circling downward to locate the sound.

The Fox could see movement in the shadows around the football field. Two brawny male shapes were hustling past the bleachers, carrying a slight, shapely figure in between them. The Fox could make out the swish of a cheerleader's skirt as one of the males shoved the girl against the wall of a groundskeeper's shack, feeling up under her top. The second guy had his hand over the girl's mouth to keep her from screaming again.

"Back off, jerks!" the stunning superheroine admonished, landing behind them, grabbing both boys by the backs of their shirts and effortlessly tossing them behind her about fifteen feet. "Are you okay?" she asked the girl in a more gentle tone of voice, kneeling to help.

The girl nodded shakily, her green eyes open wide and her short, mahogany red hair bobbing. She was wearing a two-piece cheerleader outfit -- a maroon-colored skirt and above her sexy, bare midriff a matching tank-style top with a wolf's head or something on the chest. The Fox was just thinking that the girl's uniform bore a surprising resemblance to her own Fuchsia Fox costume when the girl pointed behind her. "Look out," she whispered.

"Oh looky here, Bill," said one of the boys. "Some chick thinks she's the Fuchsia Fox."

The young heroine rose slowly to her feet. "I don't just think so," she said, arrogantly not bothering to turn around to face them. "I AM the Fuchsia Fox, and you twerps are in big trouble."

Suddenly the Fox felt a pair of strong arms snake around her waist and her torso, hugging her lissome curves and abruptly spinning her around. At the same time a fist caught the cocky superbabe right in her jaw, rattling her skull and momentarily dazing her.

She got her first good look at the two would-be rapists. They looked like high school seniors, obviously football jocks, dressed in jeans and cut-off sweat-shirts. The one who had just punched her had spiky blond hair and the signs of the Zodiac tattooed on his muscular biceps, running up and down his arms. The one who was behind her, still holding her body in his tight embrace, was dark skinned.

"Bitch!" said the blond one. "Us two twerps are going to teach you a lesson for sticking that hot little ass where it doesn't belong."

"You said it, Bryan," the one behind her agreed. "I've always wanted to bang the Fuchsia Fox." His left hand was caressing the Fox's toned, bare abdomen while his right cupped over her right breast, giving her luscious coconut a squeeze.

The young superheroine let out a gasp as she felt his hard boner pressing against her ass cheek. Its glorious hardness momentarily took her breath away, while his continued caresses sent waves of arousal shooting up and down her nubile young body. Jenn struggled to concentrate on her bracelets of Ishtar to summon the strength to break free, but somehow she couldn't help thinking that here she was, a married lady in her mid-twenties, in the hands of two virile young high school athletes, probably at the peak of their sexual prowess and positively brimming with testosterone. And wasn't that what her body was for -- to pleasure men?

For a second, she felt confusion. Where had that thought come from?

"Let's see what we got under here," Bryan grinned as he reached forward and took hold of the spunky superheroine's halter top, sliding the thin, clingy garment upward and over her perky little orbs. Jennifer struggled, but with Bill holding her arms pinned behind her, there was nothing she could do to stop him from cupping his hands around her succulent tits, pinching her hard, erect nipples.

"Nnnnnnn," the Fox moaned, biting her lower lip as the exquisite pain sent ripples of pleasure all the way down her body. She seemed completely defenseless, powerless to resist their advances. "Let... let me go," the heroine protested weakly as she felt a sudden gush of wetness surge through her throbbing coosh. "You... you need to s-stop this..."

"Oh no, babe," Bill said, releasing her just enough to give a hard slap to her pert little tush. "We aren't nearly done yet." Reaching underneath the Fox's miniskirt, his hand played with the edges of her panties, tugging at the garment and feeling how wet it was down there. Two fingers pushed aside the flimsy fabric and slid into the clammy folds of the superheroine’s labia, touching her love bud and causing waves of pleasure to undulate up and down the Fox’s delicious body.

"Oooh, she LIKES that!" Bill laughed, feeling the girl squirm.

"Does she now?" said Brian, bending forward to press his open mouth over the girl's supple, naked tits, kissing and licking her bare nipples one after the other.

The cheerleader could only watch in dismay as the two jocks carried the apparently helpless Fuchsia Fox inside the groundskeeper's shack, before fleeing the scene.

The bruites gently laid the Fox down on her back across a big stack of artificial turf which served them as a bed. The blond guy grabbed the heroine's wrists, stretching her arms above her head as he yanked her halter top completely off. Then his hands cupped her beautiful B-cups, his thumbs making corkscrew movements around her peaked nipples. Meanwhile the other guy undid the Fox's wraparound skirt and pulled her panties down, sliding them over her scrumptious thighs, then her knees, and then off, tossing them aside. He lost no time diving in between her gorgeous gams, his tongue homing in unerringly on her soaking wet love hole.

"OHMYGOD!" Jennifer gasped, her body tingling all over with lust, feeling overwhelmed by the erotic sensations of both young jocks taking her. Somewhere in the back of her brain there was a nagging thought that she was a superheroine; that she should be struggling, fighting them off. But that voice was completely drowned out by the sensual feelings that were taking over her body.

As Bryan dropped his trousers, thrusting his engorged penis into her willing mouth, all she could do was lie back and let them do whatever they wanted with her. After all, wasn't that what her body was for -- to bring sexual pleasure to men? Wasn't that her only reason for existing, to be a sex object? The only thought now in her mind was, Oh god, this feels so good!

So caught up in the deflowering of the superheroine, neither brute even noticed the change in the Fox’s appearance, due to the image enhancing effects of her costume being nullified due to her costume having been stripped completely off of her body.


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Chapter 7 –


The Fuchsia Fox returned to the balcony of her apartment around one in the morning, gently opening the sliding door and quietly slipping inside the darkened bedroom. As the door clicked softly shut behind her, Jennifer was already reaching down and removing her ankle boots, letting her bare toes wriggle luxuriously into the carpet as she turned toward the bathroom, pausing by the dresser to remove her bracelets of Ishtar and her elbow length gloves. Once she had washed up, she would slip into bed and surprise her husband.

Just then she noticed that the bed was empty. The sheets and pillows were rumpled but unoccupied. Where was Martin? A frown crossed her brow as she turned instead toward the living room, moving like a cat across the dark apartment. She found her husband sitting at their little dining table with his back to her, wearing only his pajama bottoms, naked from the waist up. A cup of coffee and his laptop were in front of him on the table, but he looked as if he were half asleep.

The poor baby! Jenn thought. He's been waiting up for me! With an impish grin, she crept up stealthily behind him, reaching out to just lightly brush his naked back with her fingertips.

Martin leaped out of the chair in panic, knocking it to the floor as he awkwardly bumped the table with his shin, nearly spilling his coffee. Jenn couldn't help giggling as her fingertips kept up stroking his back, raising goosebumps on his bare skin. "Great reflexes, hon," she said.

"Jenn?" her husband blurted. "Where have you been all this time?"

"I'm perfectly fine," the girl reassured him, her hand sliding sensuously up his bare back to his broad shoulder as she stepped in closer, close enough to plant a melting kiss on his waiting lips. "See?"

"I was worried," Martin said, somewhat sheepishly as he returned her kisses, his arms reaching up to encircle her alluring waist.

"There was no need to be worried," she said playfully, her hands massaging his bare chest. "I can take care of myself."

"I know you can, Angel, but--"

Jennifer silenced him with more tantalizing kisses, at the same time taking a half step backward. Martin naturally followed along as her hands moved softly down his toned body, over his rippling abs and into the elastic waistband of his pajama bottoms. In that way she led him like a pet on a leash over to the living room sofa. Still kissing him, she nudged his pajamas over his waist and allowed them to fall in a puddle around his feet, followed a second later by his boxers.

A low hiss escaped Martin's throat about then as Jennifer looked down at his cock, sticking almost straight out like a pole! The beautiful brunette simultaneously felt an electrifying thrill of arousal ripple through her own body, making her cheeks flush warmly and her mouth water. It was nine inches long and throbbing with life, even more invitingly than those of the barely 18 years old high school boys she had enjoyed earlier! Mmmm, she could NOT resist it!

"Oh my goodness!" Jenn whispered, almost hypnotized by the sight. Her knees trembling, she gave Martin's chest a light shove, pushing him into a sitting position on the sofa as she slowly sank to her knees in between his spread legs, her hands reaching out to take hold of his shaft.

"Angel, you don't have to do this..." Martin protested half-heartedly.

"I want to!" she whispered, her whole body aglow with the warm conviction that the whole reason for her existence was to please men. Without another word she moved her head forward and down, opening her mouth to kiss the side of his beautiful hunk of man meat. She ran her tongue down one side of his penis and back up the other, finally fastening her heavenly lips around the spongy head of his schlong. She felt Martin's hands take hold of the back of her head, gently guiding her closer as she felt the knob slide in between her lips and into her mouth. Then his hands eased off as she started to instinctively pump back and forth, sucking hard on his wiener.

"Mmmmmmmm!" Jenn moaned, sliding her lips further and further until she was deep-throating him, pulling back out, and then pumping forward again in a regular rhythm. Her pulse was pounding, her panties clammy with her juices, her body quivering with arousal. A moment later Martin echoed her moan, leaning backward against the sofa, his whole body shuddering with pleasure.

"Oh, did I tell you?" she panted, pausing for a moment to hand-stroke his throbbing member. "It happened again."

"What happened again?" Martin grunted.

"While I was out just now..." She slipped her mouth around his testicles for a moment while her fingers continued to stroke his flesh torpedo. "...I ran into a couple of high school jocks picking on some poor cheerleader. I tried to stop them... but they sort of got the better of me, instead."

Martin frowned, struggling to pay attention to what she was saying in spite of the distraction of her handling his anaconda. "Did they... did they use that potion on you again?"

"Nope, not this time," Jennifer said, still hand-stroking him. "They grabbed me from behind and just sort of peeled my top off. Then they laid me down on my back and ravaged me. I couldn't seem to resist them at all. I just didn't seem to have the strength. This one guy, Bryan, had this really HUGE dick, almost as big as yours. He shoved it into my mouth and I started sucking on it... just like this."

Martin groaned aloud again as she demonstrated. Jenn could feel his body tensing with ecstasy as she kept sucking on his hard tool, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. Finally, she felt his member give a jerk, a spasm, and then pump out a hard spurt of warm, slippery semen into her waiting mouth. She almost climaxed herself as she felt it trickle down her throat into her tummy.

Jenn was still on her knees savoring the taste of his cum when Martin reached forward, taking hold of the bottom of her halter top and peeling it upward over her sweet little breasts and finally over her head. Submissively she followed his lead, standing up so that he could unwrap her miniskirt and pull down her panties as well. She leaned forward, hugging his broad shoulders as he yanked the skimpy garment over her ankles and threw it aside.

Then he sat back down on the sofa, pulling her along with him and helping her to climb onto the sofa, her knees resting on the cushions on either side of him, straddling his lap in a facing cowgirl position. "Oh, darling, I want you so badly," Jenn whispered in his ear, her soft, slender arms folded around his neck as she positioned her hips until she could feel the hardness of his upright cock barely nudging at the moist opening of her love hole.

"Oh fuck!" Martin grunted as Jenn slowly bent her knees, feeling his stick push through her pussy lips as she slid smoothly down his rigid shaft. His mouth was all over her delicious coconuts with hungry kisses as they bobbed gently against his chest. His hands snaked around her trim waist, grabbing her butt cheeks as his own hips thrust upwards into her girl thing, taking her nice and deep as she rode his stick, groaning as her body gave a slight twist at the bottom of every cycle that drove him wild.

The two of them seemed to be locked in that rhythm for a good fifteen or twenty minutes of bliss, until at last Martin could take no more. Jennifer felt her nubile young body beginning to convulse, quivering like an aspen as a climax ripped through her frame like a tidal wave. In the midst of it, Martin creamed, sending an explosion of seed shooting deep into his wife's womb. "OHGOD!" Jennifer gasped as his sperm filled her and together they flopped over onto the sofa entwined in one another's arms.

"Shit that was amazing!" Martin groaned, kissing her still erect nipples.

"Mmmmmm you know something?" Jenn said, squirming underneath him. "I'm not so sure that the Enchanter has anything to do with this sudden increase in my libido after all."

Martin frowned, forcing his mind back onto the topic. "Why do you say that?"

"This just feels too wonderful," she said, kissing his neck. "It doesn't feel like some kind of drug. Do you remember me telling you how long-lived we Zumerians are? Mother says that although I'm twenty-seven, I'm barely a teenager by Zumerian standards."

Martin's eyes grew wide. "Are you telling me that this is just part of your normal life cycle?"

"That's my best guess," Jennifer said, watching him closely. "I know it seems a little unfair on you."

"How do you mean?"

"I mean, there’s been so much of me getting it on with others, but that seems unfair, like you should be able to as well." She paused, biting her lower lip. "You know this Christmas when I was doing some Christmas shopping, I had called you, but Oscar answered your phone. I asked him if he had any gift ideas to suggest for you. Guess what he said."

"I give, what did he say?"

"He said I should give you what all guys want, a threesome! He went on to say that he'd sure love a threesome with me and the Fox."

Martin couldn't help laughing a little at that. "Well, I do know that Oscar still has a thing for the Fuchsia Fox. And he likes you as Jennifer, too. I mean, ever since you gave him that blowjob at the strip club, he tends to have nothing but glowing things to say about you."

Jenn felt an electric tingle of pleasure travel up and down her skin, making her pussy quiver with desire. "Your best friend wanting to get into your wife’s pants," she said dreamily, her thoughts filled with images of Oscar's hunky bod.

Martin picked up on the look in her eyes, feeling a tiny bit jealous. "Why do I have the feeling that you wouldn't object very much to my best friend getting into your pants?"

"Don't be silly, sweetheart," Jennifer said, kissing his neck. "Maybe one of these days the Fuchsia Fox might pay Oscar another visit and make his dreams come true -- as long as you're along for the ride. How does that sound?"

Seemingly considering the possibility of a threesome with Oscar and Jenn, Martin answered, "Hmm, maybe."

"Seriously, though," Jenn said, her fingers lightly tracing his abdomen in a way that made his cock stand up to attention, "I think it would be awesome to be a part of making all your wildest sexual fantasies come true. It looks as if so far we've only scratched the surface on my sex drive. If you have a problem with it, better speak up now."

Martin could still feel his heart pounding as she began stroking his penis again. "I just hope I have the stamina to survive it," he said as he leaned down to kiss her.


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Chapter 8 –


A few days later, Jennifer Fletcher strode briskly across the rotunda of the National Archives, intently studying the diagram of a new exhibit on the computer tablet she was holding and trying to ignore the interested looks she was getting from the male tourists waiting in line. The young brunette was dressed in a gray tweed miniskirt which lightly kissed the backs of her classy thighs, along with a black pullover sweater top that clung to her alluring feminine curves almost like a second skin. Her matching pumps clicked seductively on the marble floor as she passed into the entrance gallery, with Mike MacCormick from the Restoration department hurrying to keep up with her.

"Okay, what if we switch this..." she said, her finger on the touch-sensitive screen of the tablet, "... with this? Then we can put this over there?"

"That's what I like about you, Jennifer," Mike said. "You have a knack for this kind of thing. I'll make that change right away." He started to head upstairs and paused. "Oh, did you get a chance to look through that carton of papers yet?"

"I'm meeting my husband and couple of friends for lunch, but I'll start on that as soon as I get back, okay?" the girl said, tossing her short brunette tresses as she headed out the door.

Outside in the bright sunshine, Jenn was trotting lightly down the steps on her way to the Metro station when her phone rang. She glanced at the caller I.D. and instantly felt a surge of excitement through her body. The 6 O'clock Club! A wry smile traced itself across her lips.

"Hello, Enrique!" she said brightly. "Am I going to have to get a restraining order?"

"Don't talk that way, muchacha," her caller replied. "I haven't called you in three weeks. I wouldn't be doing it now except that Rachel is sick with the flu. I'm in a real bind."

"Can't Alice and Oksana cover for her?"

"Alice isn't with us anymore. She's off making a porn movie."

"Good for her," Jennifer said, delicately biting her lower lip. The 6 O'clock Club was a "gentleman's club" where she very briefly worked as an exotic dancer. Enrique's offer was extremely tempting. Lately for some reason she seemed to be in a low-level state of sexual arousal practically all the time when men were close to her. Even talking with Mike, she had felt so drawn to him with amorous feelings that it had been a real struggle to keep her mind on her job. The idea of dancing for men in those sexy outfits made her pussy positively tingle.

"I'm sorry, Enrique," she said, her voice shaking, "But I'm afraid the answer is still no."

Enrique sighed. "With your talent you could be making some real money; I hope you realize that," he said. "Good-bye, muchacha. Remember me in your prayers."

Jennifer clicked off her phone as she boarded the subway. A few minutes later, the beautiful brunette was stepping into Todd's, a restaurant across the street from Union Station. Right away she saw Jeff Porter waving to her from an out of the way table in the corner. Jennifer hurried over to join him as his wife Maya popped up into view wearing a blue cold shoulder blouse over white flared jeans.

"It's so great to see you again!" Maya said, giving Jennifer a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Wonderful to see the two of you!" Jennifer replied, returning the kiss.

As the brunette turned in Jeff's direction, she found herself swept up into his muscular arms for a hug. Not content with her cheek, however, he planted a toe-curling kiss right on Jennifer's mouth, his tongue groping in between her lips while his hands wandered downward over the small of her back and grabbed her tight tweed-covered tushy.

Jennifer's heart was pounding, her pulse racing with desire for the hunky fireman. In a daze, she dimly heard the chime of her phone as Jeff held her chair for her to stumble into it. "Hang on a second; that's probably Martin," Jenn said breathlessly, checking the text message.

It was Martin. “Jenn, oh my god, I’m so sorry! Just as I was about to leave a situation has arisen and now I can’t get away for lunch. I’ll text Jeff to cancel!”

Jennifer chuckled wryly as she thumbed back: “Too late for that, I just arrived and Jeff and Maya are already here too.”

“OK, Jenn. So sorry.”

Jenn replied with a kissing heart emoji. "That was Martin," she explained to the couple. "He sends his regrets, but he can't make it. That's life in the Army."

"I know what you mean," laughed Maya. "Jeff is always on call, too. It's aggravating."

The waiter arrived and took their orders. As the three of them ate lunch, they reminisced about how the two couples had met last Halloween at a country inn up in the mountains. Jeff had ordered wine for them, but Jenn tried to drink sparingly from hers. Her head was already spinning enough from that electrifying kiss, and it wasn't helping matters that Maya was playing footsie with her under the table while both of them insisted upon reliving the afternoon the four of them had spent skinny-dipping in a secluded lake.

"I still dream about your tits some nights," Jeff confessed, staring at Jennifer's bosom in such a way as to suggest that he was looking right through her sweater. The garment was so perfectly form-fitting that it wouldn't take much imagination to do just that. Suddenly the sweater felt much too tight on Jenn's body.

"As tight as your sweater is, I can't even tell if you're wearing a bra under it or not," he said, draining his wine glass and ordering a second glass for all three of them.

"Does it bother you that you can't tell?" Jennifer replied flirtatiously, sitting back in her chair. "Or is it turning you on, not knowing?"

He leaned closer, putting his hand on her knee under the table. "I think you need to prove it to me, one way or the other." he said quietly. "If you've got one on, take it off and hand it to me."

“Mmm, Jeff, you’re being naughty,” the girl said, squirming a little in her seat. She darted a look at Maya, but she was on her second glass of wine and seemed to be enjoying this even more than her husband Jeff was.

“Jennifer, seriously," Jeff said, darting a look across the restaurant. "I'm going to dare you. Right here and now."

"I'll second that dare," Maya spoke up. "I'd like to see that, too."

Jennifer felt her cheeks flush hot. This was crazy! Taking off her bra in a public restaurant? And yet at the same time, somehow the idea of taking such a risk was making her heart flutter with excitement. Tingles of electricity were rushing up and down her spine at the very thought.

She looked back and forth to see if anybody was watching. It was lunch hour in a restaurant near a major hub of transportation into the city, and yet precisely because it was so busy, everyone seemed to be focused on their own conversations. And Jeff had chosen a table tucked away in a corner. She could probably get away with it if she kept her nerves steady.

“Come on, Jennifer. Do it,” Maya urged her.

The beautiful brunette scooted forward to the edge of her chair, reaching behind her back to find her bra clasp through the thin fabric of her sweater. Jenn managed to unhook it easily enough. Then, quite casually, keeping her eyes locked on Jeff's, she reached her right hand up her snug left sleeve, feeling blindly until she caught the strap and tugged it down her arm, feeling the elastic stretch as she worked the strap out of the sleeve.

Jeff grinned, taking a gulp of his second glass of wine, enjoying the subtle striptease.

Taking another glance around the restaurant, Jennifer then reached her left hand up her right sleeve, slowly and carefully pulling the strap. She felt the cups pull away from her breasts, now bare against the inside of her snug sweater as she eased the black lace garment entirely out.

"Voila!" she said, presenting her bra to Jeff, as he promptly took it from her. Then she looked up and saw the waiter, standing beside her with his mouth gaped open, poised to ask the three of them if everything was okay. He merely closed his mouth, shook his head, and moved on to another table with a grin on his face.

"I can't believe I just did that!" Jennifer giggled, blushing like a rose.


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Chapter 9 –


Later in the afternoon, Mike MacCormick was idly passing through sub-basement two, long-term storage. From the elevator, he walked along what felt like a quarter mile of hallway, his footsteps echoing in the stillness. Making a right hand turn into another corridor, he looked both ways and saw a light in one of the storage rooms up ahead. Advancing to the open doorway, he cautiously looked inside.

It was a windowless room with metal shelving units stacked high with cardboard boxes. In the middle was a study table where Jennifer Fletcher was working, her brown eyes focused in concentration on the files lying open in front of her. Mike leaned his shoulder comfortably against the door jamb, savoring the sight of the girl's long, elegant legs folded underneath the table with her ankles crossed, one foot idly rubbing against the other. Her nubile young body really was something special, dressed in that gray tweed miniskirt and clingy black sweater top.

As Mike stood there silently watching for several minutes, Jennifer stretched her body slightly, brushing an errant strand of short brunette hair from her smooth, swan-like neck. The bottom hem of her sweater rode up just a little bit, showing a glimpse of silky bare midriff. Jenn closed her eyes as her slender arms caressed her shapely torso, her hands lightly and tenderly massaging her pert breasts through the clingy fabric of her sweater. The way the garment hugged their flawless contours, Mike was almost certain that he could see her nipples standing up like little bumps, but of course that had to be his imagination...

"Oh! Hi, Mike!" Jenn said suddenly, making him jump. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Ummm... just got here," he lied awkwardly. "Gloria said you were down here."

She smiled at him, her face slightly flushed. "I was going through that carton you left in my office," she said briskly, "and you were right, there are definitely things in here worth preserving. But some of it seems to cross-reference to files we already have in storage."

Jenn got up from the table, and Mike followed the seductive swish of her tweed miniskirt as she walked across the storage room, her eyes scanning the boxes on the shelf just above her head level. Locating the box she wanted, the girl reached way up, standing on her tiptoes so that her glamorous gams and her tight little tush flexed under her short skirt in a way that made Mike's mouth water and his trouser snake twitch.

"Here, let me get that for you, Ms. Fletcher," he said, quickly rushing to help.

As his strong male body brushed against hers, Jenn caught the sweet yet musky scent of his aftershave, so masculine and so stimulating. The girl stepped back demurely, delicately biting her lip as she watched him easily slide the heavy box off the shelf, his gorgeous shoulder muscles beneath his shirt taking the strain as he turned and set the box on the table. She had been working alone down here without any problems, but now that Mike was here, for some reason her pulse was racing and the air seemed unusually stuffy.

"Thanks," Jennifer said, color high on her cheekbones as she slipped the lid off the box and looked inside. "Yes, here it is. And there ought to be one other..." Once again, her eyes traveled along the shelf, searching. Pushing a chair over against the shelf, she climbed onto the seat, reaching for a carton and displacing the lid just far enough to reach inside to check a file. "Aha! It's just as I thought. The document I just found in that carton belongs as part of this file. That's going to make it so much easier to..."

Mike was finding it extremely difficult to pay any attention to what Jennifer was saying with her delectable little coconuts thrust out tantalizingly just above his eye level. His eyes seemed stuck to her delicious orbs, with her sweater top stretched taut across their clearly braless shapes, her nipples subtly protruding. It wasn't his imagination after all.

"Mike? Are you listening to a single word I'm saying?" Jennifer said in a haughty, patronizing tone of voice. "I'm trying to explain to you--"

Just then she incautiously shifted her weight. "OH!" Jenn gasped as her high heels skidded out from under her and with the swish of her mini-skirt, she fell forward into Mike's eagerly waiting arms. In the space of two seconds, Mike's cock inside his trousers sprang from limp to completely upright as he felt Jennifer’s soft, braless breasts squashed against him. His strong arms encircled her lissome waist, catching her safely as she gasped out loud, her heart drumming in fright against his chest, their faces practically in contact.

It was more than human flesh and blood could possibly stand. Mike's lips claimed Jennifer's mouth in a heated kiss. The girl's eyes widened in surprise at this forbidden advance from a respected co-worker, but any protests she thought of making were smothered in a feeble, "Mmmmmm..." as she felt his tongue entwining passionately around hers.

Mike continued kissing, unable to stop himself as his hot hands moved to the hem of her sweater top, sliding the clinging garment upward along Jenn's lean, bare torso, along her tony ribcage, finally over her sweet little tits and finding them naked and braless, just as he had suspected. Her pliant boobs were just as perfect as he had always imagined that they would be. He let out a soft groan of pleasure as his hands cupped those succulent little globes, lightly pinching her nipples.

To his complete disbelief, Jennifer didn't seem to object at all to his advances. Their lips parted from one another as the brunette grabbed the bottom of her sweater and peeled the garment completely off, dropping it to the floor. Then she was fumbling with Mike's belt, undoing his trousers and dropping them to his ankles. The next thing he knew, Jenn was taking hold of his erect penis in her delicate hands, stroking his rigid shaft once, twice, three times. Mike moaned with ecstasy, his knees trembling.

"Shhhh," she cautioned, taking hold of his right hand and guiding it underneath her miniskirt and in between her legs, pressing it against her crotch. Mike bit his lip as he felt how wet she already was down there. Jenn's other hand pumped his boner again as she slowly lowered herself to her knees, wrapping her heavenly lips hungrily around his throbbing member, her tongue running up one side of the hard, veined shaft and down the other as she began sucking him off like a starving woman.

"Ohgod," Mike hissed, his eyes rolling back in his head as she stuffed his meaty schlong into her mouth, munching down on his sausage as her fingers played havoc with his shaved balls. Every few seconds she would use her hand to stroke his pole some more and then her mouth would take over again, until his testicles were aching, his penis dribbling sticky cum into her lips. Mike couldn't take this anymore. Abruptly he grabbed Jennifer's shoulders and lifted her to her feet, then laying her down across the study table, abruptly pushing files off to make room. Spreading her alluring legs, he peeled off Jenn’s panties and dove in between her creamy thighs, putting his face to her pussy and licking her swollen love bud.

"OH!" Jenn gasped, squirming on the table-top. Her body seemed to be in a fever, shuddering with ecstasy as he drove her closer and closer to orgasm. "Ohhhhhh..."

Hooking the chair with his foot, Mike dragged it over and climbed onto it. From this new angle, he rubbed his love stick up and down and around Jennifer's thoroughly lubricated slit, causing her to wriggle underneath him. At last he grabbed her hips on both sides and eased inside her tunnel, gasping at how tight she was.

"Oh! Oh please! Please!" Jennifer begged, spreading her legs as wide as she could to accommodate him, hooking one leg around his shoulder. Mike felt a sudden rush of girl cum, but it only served to add lubrication as he kept up the pressure, rocking the table as he pounded into her tender coosh. It seemed like forever before he felt his cock start to spasm. Meanwhile he was leaning over, kissing her on the mouth again as they both felt the orgasm building inside them. Jenn's vagina seemed to tighten suddenly as she let go her climax like a volcanic eruption and two seconds later, Mike followed suit with a gush of hot, sticky jizm. Breathlessly he dismounted and let her lie there, unable to move or speak.

"Oh wow," Mike gasped, quickly pulling his clothes together. Now that it was over, he still couldn't believe that it had really happened. "Oh God, Jennifer!" he apologized, "I... I didn't mean for that to happen. I just couldn't seem to help myself. But... gosh it was amazing!"

Jennifer slowly sat up on the study table, struggling to catch her breath, her skin quivering with tiny waves of pleasure that were still washing over her body. "You're... pretty darn good yourself, Mike," she said bashfully. "Um... have you seen my clothes?"

"Oh, sorry," the man said, scooping up her panties off the floor. Finding the skimpy nylon still a little damp, he couldn't resist holding them to his nose for a second, inhaling the intoxicating female smell of her pussy before sheepishly handing them back to her.

Jennifer blushed as she slipped her panties on over her trim ankles and hoisted them up her long, silken legs, snugging them into their proper place. By the time she was done with that, Mike had retrieved her sweater and handed it over. He couldn't help but stare at her chest as she slipped her arms into the sleeves and tugged the clingy garment over her head, her marvelous firm B-cups jiggling delightfully as she struggled into it, taking her sweet time about pulling it down to her waist.

"Um... obviously it would be best if we kept this between us," Mike continued, his eyes still on her breasts. "You know what a hotbed of rumor this place can be. We'd both be in big trouble if it got out we had been fooling around down her." He paused, still feeling somewhat breathless as he half turned toward the door. "But darn it, Jennifer... I'd love to do this again some time... I mean, if I'm not out of line saying so..."

The beautiful brunette gave him a long, smouldering look. She reached out one hand and took hold of his necktie, pulling him close enough that she could plant a deep kiss on his lips. Mike's hands automatically slipped around her alluring waist, feeling her tits pressed against his chest with only that thin sweater in between them.

"You're not out of line at all," she said, disengaging from the kiss. "I think I'd like that."

"Won't your husband--?"

"Don't worry about my husband," Jennifer said, smiling. "He's very understanding about things like this."

"Uh... Okay," Mike said breathlessly. "Good. I'll... get back to work then." He shuffled awkwardly toward the doorway, still unable to take his eyes off of Jenn as she knelt beside the work table and began to pick up the files which had been knocked to the floor earlier.

"Oh, and Mike," she said, glancing over her shoulder. "Thanks." She winked.

Mike nearly stumbled over his own feet as he scurried into the corridor and back to the elevator, in far too much of a hurry to notice the security guard who was standing by the storage room adjacent to the one where Jennifer was working.

The guard waited until he was sure that Mike was gone, then he went back through the connecting door, silently taking up a position behind the shelving units where he could watch Jennifer as she settled herself back to work. He had been stalking Ms. Fletcher for some time now. Every time she left her office, he tried to follow her. He particularly liked it on those evenings when she worked late down here in the sub-basement. Often, he had fantasies about her taking her clothes off, thinking that she was all alone down here and not realizing that someone was watching her. What he imagined her wearing under her clothes varied with his mood -- sometimes lacy underthings, sometimes lingerie, sometimes nothing at all. Sometimes he went further and imagined her playing with herself. But nothing in his wildest dreams had been like this -- being a silent voyeur while she actually got banged by her co-worker right before his astonished eyes.

Suddenly, all of his sexual fantasies seemed possible. He could hardly wait until the next time he could catch her alone...


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Chapter 10 --


Three weeks later, Martin Fletcher was once again passing through the public access lobby of the Pentagon and once again the attractive image of channel 14 reporter Vicki Ransom caught his eye on the waiting room's flat screen television.

"Only minutes ago," the dark-haired girl was saying, "the Wells Fargo branch bank on Pennsylvania Avenue South was held up by a team of at least three men. Shots were fired and although we have no reports of anyone injured, one teller was taken hostage as the criminals made their escape. No word yet on how much money was taken."

Martin frowned. That bank was right behind the National Archives. Jenn could have seen it from her office window.

"An eyewitness on the scene," Vicki continued with a superior smirk on her lips, "states that he saw the Fuchsia Fox fly overhead during the worst of the gunfire. But for some obscure reason, Washington's would-be super-babe declined to become involved. Maybe it has something to do with the difficulties she has been having lately. In the last three weeks, the Fox has been overpowered by criminals and had to be rescued by the police no less than three times. Go to the channel 14 website for video. Whatever the reason for her no-show, channel 14 will continue to follow this breaking story as it develops. This is Vicki Ransom."

Martin sighed as the anchorman in the studio moved on to a new story. It was then that he became aware that he wasn't alone in the lobby. Major Wright was standing beside him with her arms crossed.

"Fletch, have you had any contact with the Fox lately?" she asked.

"Uh... no," Martin lied, awkwardly. "Haven't heard anything from her."

"She missed our sparring practice again last night," the blonde said testily. "This is the second time she's done this. Usually she sends me a message to let me know if something comes up, but this time, not a word. I'm telling you, something is seriously up with her."

"I'm sure it's just a passing thing," Martin said, resuming his walk toward the parking lot. Now that she mentioned it, he couldn't remember the last time he had seen Jennifer in costume. "I wouldn't worry about it."

"But I AM worried about it," Barbara insisted, keeping pace with him. "I care about her! And if you're a friend of hers, you ought to be worried, too. We have to do something."

"I'm open to suggestions, major," Martin said. Barbara had no come-back for that.

Fifteen minutes later, Martin arrived at home, unlocked the door to their apartment and went inside. He took off his uniform jacket and hat, undoing his necktie as he passed through to the bedroom. Immediately he took notice of the clothes that Jennifer had worn to work that day, laid out neatly on the bed. As he dropped his hat and jacket next to them, he heard gentle splashing sounds coming from the bathroom.

Martin crept to the door and found Jennifer lying back in the big bathtub, her body covered with bubbles and illuminated by half a dozen vanilla-scented candles, one long silken leg languidly stretching out and making gentle rippling motions in the water. She hadn't noticed Martin's presence right away, and for a moment he felt like a Peeping Tom unexpectedly walking in on a woman and finding her in a compromising position. He could feel his penis arising and thickening inside his trousers in anticipation. His wife looked so incredibly arousing like this that he just savored the moment, not daring to do anything which might break the spell.

"Oh, hi!" Jenn squeaked, catching sight of him suddenly. "You startled me!"

"Is this a bath for one," Martin asked playfully, walking closer, "or can I join you?"

"You can join me any time," the sexy brunette purred. She stood up, her alluringly naked body emerging from the bath like Venus from the waves as she reached out for him. Slender feminine arms snaked sinuously around his broad shoulders, pulling him close to her soaking wet body as she kissed him on the lips.

"Let me grab a towel for you," Martin said, beginning to stoop to reach for the one she had left folded on the floor below the bathtub.

"I don't need a towel," his wife protested, planting burning kisses all over his face and neck as she stepped out of the tub, aggressively pushing him backwards and pinning him to the wall of the bathroom. Once there, her fingers practically ripped the buttons off of his shirt in their haste. "What I need is to get you out of these silly clothes..."

Martin's cock was already stiff with arousal, but just then he remembered his conversation with Barbara Wright. "Um... we need to talk, Jenn," he said in between kisses.

"Fuck now, talk later," the girl murmured animalistically, reaching downward and starting on the buckle of his trousers.

"No, really, Angel," Martin insisted, grabbing her wrists and gently holding them off of him. "We need to have a serious talk."

"Wait until I tell you what happened today," Jenn said breathlessly, ignoring his protests. "So today at work, Mike snuck up behind me and started feeling me up. I hadn't bothered to wear a bra again, and he had me halfway undressed before I could say anything. We got so carried away that we didn't notice a security guard making his rounds! We almost got CAUGHT! Mmmm, Martin, isn't that thrilling?"

"Wait, Mike MacCormick?" Martin blurted, his train of thought completely derailed. "Again?"

She had already told him about their earlier encounter.

"Well... it's almost like it’s gotten to be a kind of regular weekly thing with us now," Jenn said modestly, her cheeks flushing. "Every Thursday it seems we find some excuse to be in sub-basement two, and well, one thing leads to another..."

"Don't you have another regular weekly thing?" Martin reminded her sternly. "One that you seem to have forgotten about?"

His wife frowned. "I don't think so."

"I was talking to Barbara Wright today," he declared, "and she says you've dropped your sparring sessions two weeks in a row."

"Oh that," Jenn said dismissively. "I don't feel like bothering with that anymore. Anyway, it's boring."

"Boring? I thought you loved working out with her."

"I used to," the brunette confessed, arching her lean young body towards him. "But lately I get such an incredible feeling of arousal whenever I'm around guys that I can't seem to think about anything else!" In a swift, sudden movement, she wrenched her hands out of his grasp and pressed her nude body against his, sliding his shirt over his shoulders so that her soft, naked boobs could rub seductively up and down his chest while her lips hungrily sought out his neck, planting hot, smoldering kisses there.

"Jenn... Jenn, stop it!" Martin stammered, struggling not to give in to her seduction. "You're a superheroine. You need to know how to fight, don't you?"

"Not really," she purred.

Martin stood for a moment shocked by the nonchalant answer she gave, as if it really didn't matter to her. "But..."

"Listen, sweetheart," she explained, still rubbing her body amorously against him. "Whenever I get overcome sexually like this, it's like I have trouble making the connection with my bracelets of Ishtar. My powers seem to melt away and I get lost in aroused passion."

"Is that why you got overpowered?" Martin said. "My God, why didn't you say something? I hadn't realized."

Jennifer shrugged. "And with these defeats I’ve had over the last couple of weeks, I feel a lot weaker and less confident. Even when I can focus on my bracelets, I'm not nearly as powerful as I used to be. So I figure why even bother? It's not as if it's important."

Martin hugged his wife's naked body close to him. "Oh, darling! I'm so sorry I let this go for so long. I just didn't realize. Don't worry. We'll figure out some way to fix this, some way to get you back to normal."

Jenn pushed away from him. "Martin, you don't understand. I AM normal! Who cares about beating up bad guys anyway? My body is meant to please and give men pleasure. That's the whole purpose for my existence."

"What? Where did you get a crazy idea like that?"

"It's not a crazy idea," Jenn retorted. "It's the truth. If you can't handle that, maybe it's time I found someone who appreciates me for who I am."

"Angel, I DO appreciate you! But this nonsense about--"

"Oh I get it now!" the girl said, pulling away out of his grasp. "You're jealous! All this time talk about how supportive you are, and really you're jealous of all these men who want me!"

"You're being ridiculous," Martin said, reaching for her. "Let's think about this--"

SLAP! The flat of Jennifer's hand struck him across the face. In retrospect, Martin was glad that she wasn't wearing her bracelets at the time, or she might have knocked him through the wall. Even so, he was so stunned by the blow that he stood by in shock as she stalked into the bedroom.

By the time Martin had roused himself to follow, Jenn had slipped the bracelets of Ishtar onto her wrists. With a flash of light, her costume appeared around her body -- halter top, elbow length gloves, boy-cut hiphugger briefs and ankle boots. Three swift strides took her to the balcony doors, which she threw open. Flashing him one last hateful look over her shoulder, she flew off into the early evening sky.


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Chapter 11 –


The cool night air whipped through the Fuchsia Fox's short brunette hair as she soared over Washington D.C., seething inside over the things her pig-headed husband had just said. Where did he get off talking to her that way? Did he think that she was some helpless little girl who had to be protected? Did he think for a minute that she wasn't completely in control of herself and fully aware of what she was doing?

The stunning superheroine glided high above the Arlington National Cemetery, watching as twilight fell over the city. Okay, she had to concede that Martin wasn't entirely wrong about her not going "on patrol" as often as she used to. Oh, she would still fly around when the mood struck her, but lately she rarely got involved in stuff that happened on the ground. She just didn't feel like it. By contrast, she could remember earlier times when she had broken up maybe five or ten brawls and armed robberies in a single night.

Okay then -- not admitting that Martin was right of course, but he did have a point. As long as she was wearing the costume, she really should start doing some of that superheroine stuff again.

At this point, the Fox had crossed the Potomac River and was flying over the Lincoln Memorial. Suddenly she saw the flashing blue lights of police cars on the Constitution Avenue, turning down Virginia Avenue toward Georgetown. It looked like three or four cars in hot pursuit. Oh good! Here was an excellent chance to show her stupid husband that she was still the most powerful superheroine in the city!

The Fox zoomed ahead of the chase, finding a dark-colored van with a souped-up engine zig-zagging back and forth through traffic, forcing several cars off the road in the process. Pouring on more speed, the cocky supergirl drew up alongside the van, preparing to stop the pursuit before it went any further. Suddenly the van swerved left and darted under an overpass. "Eek!" the Fox squeaked, frantically sheering off just inches from ignominiously going splat against the abutment. Spinning around in midair, the spunky young heroine made a long arc around the overpass and picked up the van as it emerged, rocketing up the Washington Parkway.

"Let's try this again," the Fox said to herself, pulling ahead of the van with difficulty and performing a forward somersault which ended with her touching down on the highway directly in the criminals' path, her right hand outstretched in a "stop" gesture.

The van went into a skid. The sassy superheroine's pulse thrummed with adrenalin as she realized that it wasn't going to stop in time. Her gorgeous gams flexed she darted into the air just in time to avoid being crushed. At the same time the out of control vehicle smacked into a red Mini Cooper which happened to be passing, knocking the tiny car completely through the guard rail, through a protective chain link fence and straight into the MacArthur Reservoir.

"Oh no!" Jennifer gasped. Without a thought, the Fox plunged downward, racing the small car to the water. The plucky girl did manage to get underneath the Cooper and catch it, but the vehicle's momentum carried her lightweight frame along with it as together the superheroine and the car splashed into the dark surface of the reservoir and started to sink.

The pursuing police vehicles screeched to a halt on both sides of the now disabled van. Officers dashed out, some to direct traffic around the accident, others running forward to arrest the bank robbers and to rescue their hostage -- because these were indeed the same men who had robbed the Wells Fargo bank an hour or so earlier.

One unmarked SUV had stopped further back, at the point where the Mini Cooper had gone crashing through the barriers. Sergeant Paul Erskine leaped out of the car and stood with a hand-held searchlight trained on the churning water where the Cooper had gone in. "Call Unit Six!" the handsome young detective shouted. "Get a rescue unit up here, fast! It's--"

Suddenly there was another disturbance in the water as the Fuchsia Fox emerged, flying slowly back up the slope to the parkway. Erskine let out a sigh of relief as he saw that the beautiful superheroine was carrying the car's passengers -- two attractive teenage girls -- in her arms. Awkwardly she landed on the roadway and set the girls down. A couple of EMTs rushed forward to wrap blankets around them and check them for injuries.

The Fox herself appeared no worse for wear, except that her lean young body was soaked to the skin. Her dark brunette tresses were darker than ever, plastered to her head like a wet mop, while streams of water followed the nubile hills and valleys of her delectable frame -- made all the more delicious by her sodden costume which clung to her skin like body paint. Sergeant Erskine couldn't resist staring at the superheroine's breath-taking breasts, thrust out proudly with their nipples erect.

"Hi, Paul!" the Fox greeted him as she caught sight of the handsome policeman. "What's--" Suddenly she seemed to falter; her sleek, silken legs quivering for a second as the stunning superbabe slowly began to topple forward. Erskine instantly caught her in his arms before she could fall.

"Fox? Are you okay?" he blurted. She seemed to have fainted. Quickly the detective scooped the girl into his arms and ran back to his SUV. Leaning her against the front door, he threw open the back door, arranged a blanket on the seat, and carefully laid her on top of it.

Her pulse seemed faint. Without hesitation, Erskine eagerly placed his hands on her ribcage at the base of her two wonderful twins and began CPR. He leaned forward against her chest with gentle compressions, and then leaned back again. Forward and back. Forward and back. Her heavenly tits felt so soft and pliable in his hands, her nipples aroused and as hard as little bullets when he rubbed them with his fingers. He began to wonder if her halter top wasn't too tight. He had heard somewhere that you should undo a person's clothes when they fainted. Maybe he should--

"Hi again," the Fox said suddenly, her eyes flickering open and looking up at him. "Sorry about that. I guess I overdid it a little. I'm okay now."

"You are?" Erskine said. "Are you sure? Should I call the paramedics over?"

"That won't be necessary. I'm perfectly fine."

"Good." He smiled. "I guess I did the CPR correctly, then."

The Fox nodded. "Except that you are holding my boobs longer than probably necessary," she observed, teasingly.

"I'm sorry," the detective said, snatching his hands away. "I don't know what happened. I got carried away I guess."

"Paul, it's okay," the sexy superlady assured him, sitting up on the seat. "I just have to wonder -- is the reason you're sorry because you regret feeling up my boobs? Like maybe you don’t like them?"

"God, no!" Erskine said quickly. "How could anyone not like them? Fox, your breasts were amazing! I mean... er... I mean..."

Jennifer giggled, enjoying the way he was flustered because of her body. "Well, if we’re coming clean on all of it, it was quite a thrill having you hold them like that."

Shockingly, the Fox then took hold of the police officer's hands and gently placed them right on her breasts. The warmth of his touch on her sweet little orbs, protected now only by the thin, sopping wet material of her halter top, was very stimulating. Jenn was certain that he must be able to feel the racing of her pulse and the pounding of her heart right under her skin.

"Oh yeah," Erskine said, starting to softly massage her perky coconuts, "this is pretty nice." Reassured by her behavior, he leaned forward slightly, his lips touching hers in a light kiss.

Jennifer closed her eyes and leaned back in the seat as his kiss grew deeper and more passionate, turning quickly into a French kiss with his tongue entwining about hers. "Nnnnnnn," she moaned, a tide of heat stirring with her womb as she felt his hands slip underneath the fabric of her halter top so that they could touch her bare flesh, fingers tweaking her hard, sensitive nipples.

"I have to tell you," Erskine murmured, coming up briefly for air. "I've fantasized about this too many times to count, of making out with you like this."

"Mmmmmmm, really?" the Fox moaned, shifting forward in her seat. "Have you ever fantasized about THIS?" As she spoke, the sexy superheroine reached down to undo his trousers. Deftly she unbuckled and unzipped his pants, and within only seconds had his cock standing upright and hard, stroking his boner with her glove-sheathed fingers. She heard a strangled gasp from him.

"Oh golly you're HUGE!" she purred. Pushing his back against the driver's side door, the Fox lowered her face down to Erskine's crotch and took his hot wazoo into her mouth. Her soft lips engulfed his knob, sucking on his man meat like a woman possessed while her fingers caressed his big balls. While her tongue caressed the ridged flesh of his monstrous penis, she began to slide her tender young pussy up and down against his trouser leg, making her body tingle all over with pleasure.

Erskine leaned back with the Fox's head in his lap while her mouth worked its sublime magic on his throbbing manhood. His hands were resting in her wet hair, holding her head in place, but after a moment he began to massage her smooth shoulders. As her amorous manipulation of his love stick went on and on, his hands wandered down her mostly naked back, idly undoing the lower strap of her halter top so that the garment hung loosely from the strap at her neck.

Jennifer, even while going down on Paul's meaty schlong, was fully aware of what he was doing. She felt the support of her halter top on her breasts suddenly go slack. And then she felt him undo the neck strap so that the garment fell off completely. A sudden rush of both fright and excitement hit her like a wave -- without its image enhancement, her identity might be compromised! A quiver of complete vulnerability swept her body from head to foot. And yet what did that matter? Her sole purpose in life was to please men, wasn't it? The most important thing in the world right now was finishing what she had started.

Erskine took time to marvel at how amazingly sexy the Fox's now completely bare back looked in the ambient moonlight that shone through the window of the SUV, reflecting off of her wet skin. He could feel the soft orbs of her breasts rubbing against his thighs as deep-throated him, her head bobbing, taking almost his entire length into her without any need of encouragement from him.

In due time the detective felt his cock begin to spasm. He let out a strained grunt of pleasure as he exploded into an orgasm, semen pumping out hot and slippery, filling the Fox's mouth. He could still feel her tongue lapping up his jizz, her throat gulping as she swallowed. He felt another spasm as another pulse of cum rushed into her mouth. She swallowed that, too.

"Unnnnnnnnnn!" Erskine groaned, lying back against the seat as he spasmed again and again, with the Fox expertly swallowing every drop, her pink tongue whipping out to lick her lips before going down on him again, milking him dry, practically eating his member alive.

"Wow! That was fun, wasn't it?" she said, tucking Erskine's wiener back into his pants.

“God, Fox, that was amazing!" the policeman said, catching a brief, heart-stopping full-frontal glimpse of the superheroine's totally naked tits. He had a quick vision of himself grabbing her boobs and taking one of them in his mouth, sucking the Fox's tasty nipple -- but before he could act upon that impulse, she had clutched her loose halter top in front of her. Erskine began to wonder how difficult it could be to talk her out of it again...

"Oh crap!" he said, catching sight of something in the rear view mirror. "It's the Channel 14 news van!"

"Vicki Ransom!" the Fox squeaked, her cheeks flushing as she clutched her top to her bosom.

"Quick, out the passenger side! I'll stall her!" Erskine said, simultaneously throwing open the driver's side door and climbing out.

"Sergeant Erskine," the beautiful dark-haired reporter smirked, arriving with a cameraman. "I understand the Fuchsia Fox is here. I was told she had another embarrassing little contretemps."

"The Fox WAS here," the handsome detective said, stalling while the superheroine made her escape out the passenger side of the SUV. "But, uh... you know how she is. Once she's saved the day, she doesn't hang around to accept any rewards."

"Or to GIVE any rewards?" Vicki said slyly, suggestively.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Vicki arched one eyebrow smugly. "Do you know that your fly is unzipped?"


***


To Be Continued …
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Flirty and Centurion deserve a standing ovation for the amazing first part of this story. This story pushes the peril of hypnotism to the next level. The Fox has been affected by this spell for many weeks and I am enjoying her change in behavior. Most stories have short term of hypnoses, but this story dives into the consequences of not breaking the spell.

I like how you two lure the reader into believing Fuchsia Fox was shamefully enjoying herself with the burglars. She has a history of cheating on Martin such as her long affair with Thomas Westeron. I was thinking she was willingly enjoying herself at the hands of the burglars or the gas had an unexpected affect on her.

The Fox's reputation in the public is crumbling. People are not going to trust her protecting them from super villains. Centurion perfectly creates multiple situations to damage the Fox's reputation to the public. Chanel 14 news broadcasts her defeat by a group of thugs. The news reported calls the cops to help her. The Fox's credibility is further affected by witnessing her defeats in public. The customers at the store and the cheerleader on campus watched The Fox get defeated before their eyes. Now people have seen her defeated on camera from the local news and experienced her defeats in person.

However, I would like to read the missing chapters. I wanted the story to push the envelop of the high school seniors enjoying the Fox. That scene ends too soon. I also wanted to read Fox's first encounter with the Enchanter.

I think Martin should have raised a red flag after her first defeat by the hands of common criminals and most certainly raised a red flag after her many recent defeats. Fox has defeated terrorist groups, monsters, and aliens. Something clearly isn't right with her.

I am looking forward to the next part of this story.
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This was a great story. I really enjoyed the increase in sexual peril. This feels like a what if story but is set in regular continuity. I loved how the Fox was found tied up and how the media reported that she was defeated several times. It was a great way of increasing her public humiliation. I can't wait to see what happens next.
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This story is remarkable in so many ways. Clearly the sex scenes are fantastic and the reasoning behind them is solid with Jennifer's dialogue and actions coming across very convincingly.

It sure took Martin a long time to realize his wife was off-kilter but I'm glad to see he's now aware. I think this could be a good thing in the overall arc of their relationship. Of course, somewhere along the line, this post-hypnotic suggestion is going to be removed or disturbed somehow but in the end, it could serve as a wake-up call to Martin about how the two of them are endangering Fox's reputation and the very essence of her heroic nature with their slide into some very wanton behavior. It'll be interesting to see where Centurian and Flirty take this couple in upcoming stories. I'm not saying that she should return to the old days of idle harmless peril, far from it. But she needs to get her head back in the heroic game when it needs to be.

That said, I'm loving this story completely.

I do have a suggestion that you guys do explore Jenn's/Fox's burgeoning sexual awakening as it stems from her heritage. Her mother has indicated these sexual proclivities are built into their people's DNA as it were, so perhaps explore that aspect. It could be that Jenn is fighting against the current of her very nature when trying to be pure.

Thanks to you both for an excellent tale. I look forward to its conclusion... and pray that it isn't lost in Flirty's computer, never to be found. Surely, C has a copy on his computer?
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smith12 wrote:
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This was a great story. I really enjoyed the increase in sexual peril. This feels like a what if story but is set in regular continuity. I loved how the Fox was found tied up and how the media reported that she was defeated several times. It was a great way of increasing her public humiliation. I can't wait to see what happens next.
Reply from Centurion ....

“I'll tell you, Smith, actually it originally WAS a "what if" story. Flirty wanted a story about some kind of spell cast on the Fox that makes her act like a nympho. She wrote what became chapter two with Max and Johnny, which I editted a little bit. Then I wrote the prologue and first chapter to set up the existence of the amulet. From there on I agreed to go along with whatever she wanted without any argument. The deal was that if I ended up liking it, I would make it an "official" story, but if I didn't like it, it would just remain a "what if" story just for her. By the end of chapter 13, Flirty couldn't think of any more humiliations she could dish out, so I stepped in again to try and salvage something from the wreckage.

I didn't particularly like the story that resulted, but Flirty begged and pleaded to keep in an "official" story, so here it is. The result is considerable damage to both the Fox's reputation and to Jennifer's relationships with practically every man she knows. The former seems so trivial to me that I'm probably not going to worry about it. As for the latter, Flirty initally suggested that Mike MacCormick blackmail her into continuing to have sex with him, and that Kevin (the security guard), after getting fired for not doing his job actually starts stalking her with the intent to kidnap her. I don't particularly like either of those options, so I'm probably just going to ignore them, too. And don't be surprised if Sgt. Erskine quietly fades away into the background. The floor is open if you want to suggest other possibilities.​

Centurion”
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Dr. D, Centurion sent me the concluding chapters. I hope to have them edited and formatted for posting this week. :)
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flirty_but_nice wrote:
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smith12 wrote:
4 years ago
This was a great story. I really enjoyed the increase in sexual peril. This feels like a what if story but is set in regular continuity. I loved how the Fox was found tied up and how the media reported that she was defeated several times. It was a great way of increasing her public humiliation. I can't wait to see what happens next.
Reply from Centurion ....

“I'll tell you, Smith, actually it originally WAS a "what if" story. Flirty wanted a story about some kind of spell cast on the Fox that makes her act like a nympho. She wrote what became chapter two with Max and Johnny, which I editted a little bit. Then I wrote the prologue and first chapter to set up the existence of the amulet. From there on I agreed to go along with whatever she wanted without any argument. The deal was that if I ended up liking it, I would make it an "official" story, but if I didn't like it, it would just remain a "what if" story just for her. By the end of chapter 13, Flirty couldn't think of any more humiliations she could dish out, so I stepped in again to try and salvage something from the wreckage.

I didn't particularly like the story that resulted, but Flirty begged and pleaded to keep in an "official" story, so here it is. The result is considerable damage to both the Fox's reputation and to Jennifer's relationships with practically every man she knows. The former seems so trivial to me that I'm probably not going to worry about it. As for the latter, Flirty initally suggested that Mike MacCormick blackmail her into continuing to have sex with him, and that Kevin (the security guard), after getting fired for not doing his job actually starts stalking her with the intent to kidnap her. I don't particularly like either of those options, so I'm probably just going to ignore them, too. And don't be surprised if Sgt. Erskine quietly fades away into the background. The floor is open if you want to suggest other possibilities.​

Centurion”
I am glad the floor is open for suggestions. I think Kevin (the security guard) can blackmail Fuchsia Fox to be his lover. He has seen Jen's affair with Mike MacCormick. What if he watches Jen and Mike hook up again, and Jen transforms into the Fox after Mike leaves? I think that could be Jen would be in a very compromising position.

I like Sgt. Erskine so I hope he stays around as I think he is a good character in the supporting cast unless you are going to introduce a new detective to work with Fox on crimes. He can always be a secret boyfriend or lover like Thomas Westeron.

I am very curious to see how The Fox repairs some of her reputation with the public.
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It’s not the full conclusion, but here’s the next chapter ...


Chapter 12 --​


The Fuchsia Fox flew back toward downtown Washington, quickly drying off from her passage through the air. Well, that had been pretty embarrassing! The superheroine had to give herself credit for rescuing those two girls in the Mini Cooper. That had been cool. And it had been great making out with Paul Erskine in the back seat of his car. If only Vicki Ransom hadn't butted in, she would consider this an evening well spent.​

She didn't feel like facing Martin yet. For a moment she considered dropping in on Barbara Wright, but she would probably give her the same kind of grief that Martin had, and who needed that? Almost without meaning to, she found herself in the vicinity of the National Archives. That was an idea. At this time of night it would be deserted, giving her all the solitude she needed in order to think about things.​

It was getting toward seven thirty as the Fox landed near the rear entrance. Making sure that she was out of sight of the CCTV cameras, she concentrated on her bracelets of Ishtar, activating just enough z-particle transfer to summon her purse and the black skirt and turquoise blouse she had worn to work that day. As the clothing materialized over her Fuchsia Fox costume, she removed her bracelets and her elbow-length gloves, stuffing them into the purse. She was still wearing her fuchsia ankle boots, but there would be no one in the building to notice a small detail like that.​

Jennifer opened the staff entrance using her pass key, locked it behind her and hurried to the security panel to tap in her access code so that the alarm wouldn't go off. The girl turned, and her heart suddenly leapt into her throat as she found herself face-to-face with a security guard! He had crept up on her so quietly that she had been totally unaware of his presence.​

"OH! You startled me!" the beautiful brunette gasped.​

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Fletcher," the guard said. "Working late tonight?"​

He was a hefty young man in his late twenties, with a bland, acne-pocked face which would not have stood out in a crowd. His eyes were naturally locked onto her bust, and even though he wasn't particularly attractive, Jenn found herself warming to him. Possibly because her little session with Paul had been interrupted, she could feel a tingle of sexual excitement between her legs., in seeing him leering at her as he was.

"Just checking up on a couple of things..." the girl said, smiling as she peered at his name tag. "...Kevin. Don't you work days?"​

"Double shift," the guard said, looking more than a little flustered by the sight of her. "Covering for Dave Upton on vacation." As Jennifer nodded and turned toward the elevator, he hastily followed her. "Better let me walk you to your office, Mrs. Fletcher."​

"I think I can find it myself, Kevin," Jenn smirked, her cheeks rosy as she sensed his testosterone levels rising with each passing second. It was really sweet the way these boys couldn't resist her female charms. "But you're welcome to tag along."​

The two of them rode the elevator up to the third floor in silence. As they walked down the corridor to Jenn's office, suddenly Kevin blurted out, "Mrs. Fletcher, I just have to tell you -- I think you're beautiful. And you're nice, too. A lot of beautiful women act snobby and full of themselves. You're always so polite and friendly with everybody."​

Jennifer blushed as she stood in the doorway of her office. "That's sweet of you to say, Kevin. I like to think that I'm approachable. You know my door is always open." Why did I even say that? she thought, feeling heat rising up her swanlike neck. Her pulse was racing.​

The two of them stared into each other's eyes for a long, breathless moment, their hearts pounding. They were all alone in a completely deserted building. Well, there were two other night guards, but they were most likely in the security room monitoring the cameras, so they probably didn't count. "Well, I'll let you get on with your work then," Kevin said, slouching back toward the elevator.​

Feeling a little disappointed, Jennifer turned and walked across her office. Suddenly Kevin spun around and jumped her. Jenn's frail, feminine body trembled with an onrush of adrenalin as she felt one of his strong masculine arms snaking around her slender body and cupping her right breast, even while his other hand clamped over her mouth in order to stifle any sound she might make. "Don't scream," Kevin warned, holding her helpless. "Don't make a sound, understand?"​

Jennifer's brown eyes popped wide open in surprise. She nodded her head frantically to signal her obedience. He relaxed his grip on her mouth and manhandled her against the wall, binding her wrists behind her with plastic handcuffs.​

"Kevin, what are you doing?" she whispered, her silken skin tingling all over with arousal at his domineering aggressiveness.​

"I'm sorry about this, Mrs. Fletcher," the guard said, caressing the subtle curves of her body. "It's just that you're so hot, I know that I'd never have a chance with you the usual way."​

"You can call me Jennifer," his captive said. "But why would you think that you wouldn't have a chance with me?"​

"I know you're way out of my league," Kevin said, stating the obvious. "I spend a lot of time looking at webcam sites on the Internet. There was one girl I saw one night, she was called Foxygen. She was such an amazing dancer, I watched her every time she came on. Anyway, one night she slipped up and let her face show, and she was the spitting image of YOU!"​

Jennifer's mouth fell open in shock, while at the same time she felt another kick of adrenalin hit her bloodstream. That webcam performance had been quite awhile ago, but the idea that somebody from work had seen it and recognized her was just... well, SO arousing!​

"I added you to my favorites list," the guard continued, "so that every time you go online to perform, I receive a push notification. You never ever disappoint me. I just wish you were online more often!" His right hand was fondling Jennifer's breast while his other arm held her body tightly so that she couldn't struggle. While he talked, the girl could feel his trouser snake getting steadily thicker and harder as he worked himself up.​

"I just love that you have a naughty side," Kevin said, "a side that contradicts the straight-laced good girl image you usually show here at work. And a little while back I was at the Six O'clock Club, and then even better than seeing you on cam, my jaw dropped when one night I saw YOU, Foxygen, walk out on stage and perform the most amazing striptease I had ever seen!"​

"Oh my god, Kevin!" Jennifer blurted, unable to stop herself. "You saw me live stripping, too?" What were the odds?​

"Ma, so badly I wanted to buy a lap dance from you, but you were always so in demand. One night I finally got up the nerve. That night I was going to be the first in line. But when I got to the club, they said that you weren't working there any more."​

"Oh, Kevin!" Jenn whispered. "I'm so sorry that you didn't get the chance to hire me for a private dance. I'd love to do one for you, if you'll just please untie me. Please?" And she meant it sincerely. Her pussy was already moist with arousal, her heart fluttering with desire.​

"I have to confess something else first," the guard said, turning her to face him as he began to play with the buttons on the front of her turquoise blouse. "I've become kind of obsessed with you. I watch you sometimes when you're working late and alone, and I can't help but wonder what you're wearing under your clothes."​

Jennifer stood frozen and unable to move as he yanked her blouse open. She saw his jaw drop and felt his boner stiffen when instead of the lacy bra he had probably been expecting, his eyes fell upon her Fuchsia Fox costume! "Jennifer," he gasped, stunned. "I never... never dreamed..."​

"K-kevin, I can explain," the girl stammered in a panic, her mind a complete whirl of conflicting emotions.​

"You're a cosplayer!" the guard blurted. The shyness which had seemed to afflict him earlier was suddenly gone as he seized hold of the gorgeous woman that for so long been in the forefront of his most private dreams. He unzipped her black skirt, allowing it to slide down her alluring legs to the floor while his hands peeled her blouse back from her sweet little tits. ​

Jenn felt absolutely breathless as he disrobed her so forcefully. "Please untie me," she gasped, her heart humming with pleasure. "Please, Kevin! I'm begging you..."​

The guard reached around her back, undoing the plastic cuffs. They fell to the floor as her blouse slipped off, leaving her in nothing but her two piece costume. Jennifer's slim arms immediately snaked sensuously around the man's neck, pulling herself into his arms and planting a deep kiss on his mouth, her hot tongue mingling with his. She felt his strong arms encircle her waist, picking up her slender body as he fumbled awkwardly with the straps of her halter top.​

"Here, let me do that," she panted, disengaging from the kiss long enough to grab the bottom edge of her costume and strip it off over her head, exposing her succulent little coconuts in all their glory. Kevin's hands instantly latched onto her sweet, naked orbs, taking one nipple in his mouth and sucking on it, which made Jennifer's knees quiver, driving her to further heights of ecstasy.​

She pushed him backward toward a chair, making him sit down while she frantically went to work on his trousers, undoing his belt and zipper, letting his penis spring upright like a rigid pole to full attention. A feral groan of pure lust arose in her throat at the mere sight of his erect manhood. Kevin helped her to yank down her boy-cut briefs so that she could straddle his lap.​

"This isn't how we did it at the Six O'clock Club," Jennifer teased, as she lowered her dripping wet coosh over his erect shaft. The feel of his stiff willy penetrating through the folds of her pussy and impaling her was breath-taking. With a gentle moan, she began to ride his cock, bouncing up and down in his lap like a cowgirl with her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders while he sucked on her boobs, first one and then the other.​

In no time at all Jennifer felt an orgasm rising up from deep inside her. Her body began to quiver as the first waves of her climax took hold. Just then, Kevin's own orgasm hit him violently as he began to spray his man seed deeply into her love hole. With both of their bodies quivering in simultaneous orgasm, Jennifer took hold of Kevin's face with her hands, engaging him in another French kiss. "Mmmmm!" she groaned as another wave of delight washed over her.​


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That Enchanter's spell is very effective. Can there be any way to break it ..... or will poor Jennifer be compelled to be nothing but a total slut for the rest of her days?
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I feel like the next possible step would be a very humiliating public defeat for the Fox. She could show up to another crime in progress but her defeat is filmed live on the news. This could make common criminals believe they could take the Fox leading to some long term problems.
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smith12 wrote:
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I feel like the next possible step would be a very humiliating public defeat for the Fox. She could show up to another crime in progress but her defeat is filmed live on the news. This could make common criminals believe they could take the Fox leading to some long term problems.
That sounds like a wonderful idea! It would be more degrading if the criminals realize The Fox is aroused and take advantage of her on the news.
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GeekyPornCritic wrote:
4 years ago
smith12 wrote:
4 years ago
I feel like the next possible step would be a very humiliating public defeat for the Fox. She could show up to another crime in progress but her defeat is filmed live on the news. This could make common criminals believe they could take the Fox leading to some long term problems.
That sounds like a wonderful idea! It would be more degrading if the criminals realize The Fox is aroused and take advantage of her on the news.
That would be interesting but I don't think Centurion/Flirty would commit to that much degradation for the Fox. I was thinking more like she'd start a fight she can't win. Past and present enemies would be out Fox hunting. The story reads like a gradual fall from grace so it seemed like the Fuchsia Fox would hit rock bottom before recovering.
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smith12 wrote:
4 years ago
GeekyPornCritic wrote:
4 years ago
smith12 wrote:
4 years ago
I feel like the next possible step would be a very humiliating public defeat for the Fox. She could show up to another crime in progress but her defeat is filmed live on the news. This could make common criminals believe they could take the Fox leading to some long term problems.
That sounds like a wonderful idea! It would be more degrading if the criminals realize The Fox is aroused and take advantage of her on the news.
That would be interesting but I don't think Centurion/Flirty would commit to that much degradation for the Fox. I was thinking more like she'd start a fight she can't win. Past and present enemies would be out Fox hunting. The story reads like a gradual fall from grace so it seemed like the Fuchsia Fox would hit rock bottom before recovering.
Actually, The Fox has been defeated on the News before. In the story Arena of Doom, Nibiru the energy sucking vampire defeated her on the news after she defeated Manticore. The villain caught her off guard, but she was defeated nevertheless.
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I still like the idea of it happening again with Vicki covering the story.
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Hey guys, I’ll respond to your comments soon, but first, working toward the goal of getting the rest of the story posted, here’s the next chapter. :)

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Chapter 13 --​


But Kevin wasn't finished with her. He rose up from the chair with Jennifer's exquisite legs still wrapped around his waist, his cock still inside her. The guard waddled awkwardly forward to Jennifer's desk and laid her down on her back, with her legs hanging over the edge and her perky breasts thrust upward on display. The girl closed her eyes in ecstasy as he mounted her, his thick rod pumping in and out of her love tunnel like a piston.​

"Ohgoddd!" Jennifer moaned, feeling another orgasm building to a climax. "Oh please!" Her brown eyes fluttered open and realized that Kevin had taken his cell phone from the pocket of his shirt and was now recording her in her throes of pleasure! The idea of being filmed drove the spunky brunette straight into her third another intense orgasm. "Oh God yes, Kevin!" she blurted out. "Yes! Keep fucking me! Don't stop! Please!"​

"God, you are such a little vixen," he murmured, keeping up the pressure. "Say it again. What do you want me to do to you?"​

Jennifer could hardly catch her breath as Kevin continued to copulate with her, humping her like an animal across her own desk. "Fuck me!" she cried. "I want you to fuck me! Yes! Make me keep on cumming!"​

"Tell me that you're my little slut!" the guard urged her, wanting her to talk dirty for the video. "Say it!"​

Again, Jennifer's body was immediately rocked by another power orgasm! Normally the word 'slut' was a huge turnoff, but right here and right now in this depraved moment, it was like music to her ears. "Yes, Kevin, I am your little slut! Mmm, god, YES!"​

Kevin couldn't hold on any longer, as his cock again began to spasm uncontrollably. This time as he pulled his pulsating dick out of her, he filmed the sight of his man juice spraying onto Jennifer's stomach, one rope of cum even landing on her chest!​

"Oh God, Jennifer," Kevin said. "You are the sluttiest little vixen I've ever seen. I love you!" ​
As his dong finally stopped pulsating and started to go soft on him, he staggered backward to the chair, still holding his camera phone up to record Jennifer, who lay on the desk with her eyes closed and her legs spread. Her naked body seemed to be quivering with wave after wave of pure bliss as one of her hands massaged Kevin's cum across her chest like it were some kind of moisturizer, her other hand gently stroking between her legs. Each wave seemed to pass more slowly as she came down from her multiple orgasms.​

Her eyes finally opened and she looked directly into the camera's eye with lazy bedroom eyes. "Did you like that, Kevin?" she asked teasingly, seductively.​

"Oh, you know I did," the guard said, finally hitting the stop button and tucking his phone back into the pocket of his shirt.​

"Um... Kevin," Jenn asked sheepishly, rising up onto her elbows. "You're not going to upload and share that video with your friends, are you?"​

"I don't know," he replied, buckling his pants back up. "Do you want me to?"​

"Yesss... I mean NO!" Jennifer squeaked, hugging her naked boobs and looking around in confusion for her Fuchsia Fox costume which was scattered over the floor. She felt strangely aroused by the possibility, butterflies flying around in her tummy at the thought of this guy whom she hardly knew having such a compromising video of her in his possession, holding such enormous power of her. The idea frightened her, but at the same time it really excited her.

"Kevin, please don't."​

The guard grinned. "I think that the slut in you is really turned on by the idea of me sharing this hot video of you. Admit it. The thought of so many guys watching you on video like this, it turns you on! What do you think?"​

Jennifer felt another sudden surge of arousal at the very thought. "Mmm yes, the idea of you sharing it, me having no control over who you share it with... it's exciting! But think! What if somebody from here at work saw it and passed it around?”​

"God, Jennifer! If everybody here at work saw the video of you totally giving yourself to me like that? That would be so fucking hot! Totally worth getting canned over.”​

“Kevin, that's crazy!" Jennifer said, shocked.​

"Okay, don't worry," he assured her. "If you're a good girl, I'll keep it our secret." But suddenly his eyes fell upon her purse on the corner of the desk and another grin lit up his face. "Ooh, I've just had a wicked idea," he said, grabbing her purse and digging inside it.​

Jennifer sat up on the desk with her legs curled under her, feeling a bit uneasy at having a stranger rooting among her personal belongings. She watched as Kevin found her smart phone, and then took his own phone out of his shirt pocket. "I'm going to air drop a copy to you," he said, fiddling with her phone and discovering to his frustration that her screen was locked. "I need your pass code."​

"Here, let me do it," Jenn said, taking her phone and typing in the code that allowed him in.​

Kevin took her phone back and pressed "Accept", touching the screens together so that the copy could transfer from his phone to hers. Once it had finished, he clicked her Messenger app and right away spotted her husband Martin’s name listed prominently in her recent messages list. He still had that wicked grin on his face as he said, "now I’m going to share this video of us with your husband.”​

At first the brunette felt no emotion at all. Then her brown eyes widened in panic. "My husband?" she gasped. "Kevin, don’t you dare!”​

“You said that you were MY little slut, didn't you?" he said carelessly. "What better way to prove it than to show your husband who’s the boss of you? Admit it! The thought of your husband seeing me fucking you like that turns you on wildly, doesn't it? Admit it!” Kevin’s finger hovered above the "Send" button while he waited for Jennifer’s response.

Jennifer's body seemed to swell with heat, her heart thumping with both fear and arousal at the idea of her husband seeing that compromising video. At the same time she was confused by the feeling that up until ten seconds ago she had totally forgotten that she even HAD a husband! It was almost as if two entirely separate personalities were at war inside her, fighting for dominance. What was going on? Was she losing her mind?​

At last she nodded. "Do what you have to," she said with resignation.

Kevin grinned in surprised delight, as he pressed "Send in Messenger", transmitting the video to Martin's phone.​

"Now come on and get dressed," Kevin said, picking up her regular skirt and blouse off the floor and handing them to her.​

Jennifer obediently slipped on her turquoise blouse as Kevin scooped up her Fuchsia Fox boy shorts and halter top. "Hey, it would be a blast to see you all dressed up in this," he said. "What do you say we blow this popsicle stand and head back to my place? Maybe we can have some more fun."​

The girl was in the act of slipping her skirt on, wiggling to get it up and over her hips. "I thought you were on all night?"​

"I sneak out all the time for quick errands," he confessed. "The other guards will cover for me."​

Jennifer paused with her fingers on the buttons of her blouse, the garment half open and half-covering the supple contours of her sweet little coconuts. Again she was getting that strange, disorienting feeling of duality -- one Jennifer, who always followed rules, struggling against another Jennifer who laughed at rules. Her innate resistance to the outrageous idea of skipping off with this security guard to his apartment seemed to be melting away, and at the same time...​

"Hurry up!" Kevin interrupted impatiently. "I don't have all night."​

Jenn drifted out of her trance and almost absently realized that she was currently both panty-less and braless. "Ummm -- do you think you could let me have the briefs from the costume?" she asked. "I'm kind of naked under this skirt."​

Kevin's mouth split into another grin. "No way, Jennifer. I think it will be so hot to have you riding the subway without any underwear on! I'll probably take more pictures. Come on, let's get out of here." He reached out and took a firm hold of Jennifer's arm, pulling her slender frame helplessly along with him as he led her toward the office door.​

"Take your hand off of me, idiot!" Jennifer said abruptly, as the conflict inside her seemed to resolve itself with a suddenness that surprised her. "You don't amuse me anymore."

Before the guard could react, the girl snatched her arm from his grasp and spun around, bringing her lissome knee up into his swollen balls. He hadn't even begun to double over before she had punched him in the jaw and then taken hold of the scruff of his neck and slammed his face downward against the top of her desk. Kevin let out a low groan and slid to the floor out cold.​

For a moment, Jenn just stood there, shocked and horrified at what she had done. Then she reached down and took his phone from the pocket of his shirt. "Wow Kevin," she smirked, "you really should put a lock screen pass code on your phone." Her fingers worked quickly, a wicked grin on her face as she opened his address book and sent the video of them having sex to his mother and to another contact labelled as the youth pastor of his church. Then she deleted the video, making sure to also empty the deleted photos folder. "Good luck talking your way out of this, stud," she said callously, slipping the phone back into his pocket, without really even thinking that she just shared what is essentially a porn a video of her with two other people.

She gazed out the window of her office, pondering what to do next. Her emotions were in such a turmoil as she thought back on the events that had happened tonight. So much excitement and yet so many things that could cause so much trouble for her later on. What was wrong with her? Why was she acting this way? While she was contemplating these things, she hardly noticed that she was absent miserly taking off her blouse and skirt again and getting dressed once more in her Fuchsia Fox costume.​

"Let's just see how much more trouble we can get into, shall we?" she said out loud, slipping the bracelets of Ishtar onto her wrists. Then she made her way upstairs to the roof of the building and flew off into the night.​


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Chapter 13 is really hot at the start. I enjoyed Kevin having control over the Fox, and Fox's submissiveness grows after every orgasm. It is great writing for her to become more submissive after every orgasm. Kevin is her world at this very moment. I love the possible consequences of her submitting to Kevin's demand to get her phone's information and sending the sex tape to Martin.

However, I am disappointed in how she escapes Kevin's sexual dominance. It seems very random for her to say no because the spell compels her to obey any man who desires her. I think a phone call from Kevin's coworkers would have been a better idea for Fox to escape while she is alone in her office.
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That is one confused heroine you're documenting here, Centurian and Flirty. I'm enjoying her dilemma. Like Geeky mentioned above, I did think her change in attitude after the sex came abruptly, which is clearly what you wanted to portray. However, her line to Kevin about "not amusing me anymore" I found a bit unbelievable. That goes totally against the instilled hypnotic suggestion of her being an amusement for men.

Jenn's behavior has certainly become dangerously erratic, evidenced by her stupidly sending off a revenge video to Kevin's "moral" contacts on his phone. Thank goodness for her it's not showing her in her Fox costume or she'd be digging even a deeper well for herself.

I'm wondering here what will be the long-term ramifications to the series from this enchantment. Martin and Jenn need to have a serious discussion about the dangers all this voyeuristic behavior that the two of them are getting off on -- it will almost certainly boomerang back to her. Kevin is a very minor aspect of this compared to any super villains who suspect the Fox gets off on being taken, a proclivity of hers even before the enchantment.

I know that Flirty will hate me for this suggestion but I think that the Fox needs a cooling off story after this where the dilemma is not sexual but power based. Someone who can straight out-duel her in combat; a story with real peril and complications and maybe even a danger to Martin. Don't get me wrong, the sexual stuff here has been amazing. The thing is, you've been flirting with the long-term reputation of a heroine I've grown to respect as a character and it needs to drift back a bit closer to center, at least for a story or two, imho.
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I question the wisdom of keeping this story canonical if Centurion isn't happy with it and feels cornered by it. If he chooses to ignore its outcome, then it's basically non-canonical without being labeled as such, confusing any readers who happen to skip the comments. If it must be canonical: since it's yet to be concluded, there's still room for a deus ex machina to preserve some future flexibility for the author (e.g. pass it off as a foreshadowing dream or introduce a new magic source that undoes the damage). Such an ending might hurt this particular story but it could protect the series as a whole.
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Ok guys, sorry I haven’t responded previously in any detail, but let me try to do so now ...

First off, when I see feedback, I literally get super excited, like, moistening between my thighs excited! So, umm, thank you for that. <blush> lol. Oh, and pleeeease do keep your feedback coming!

So, to the story ...

I haven’t responded too much yet because on my end, the story is completed. I know all of the surprises and sort of how this ends. (I say “sort of” because I am still negotiating, debating, arguing with Centurion to let me post my “after story” extra, of how I dream, fantasize of this going down immediately post story.)

I will now, however, try to discuss what some of you have said and how this story has been proceeding.

The scene with the Fox having the altercation with Max and Johnny near the beginning, the two regular thieves she ended up getting her tushy handed to her by, I wrote that scene up a very VERY long time ago. I had been fighting with Centurion for eons to get that put into a story. Gosh, I was SO excited to finally have him cede to my relentless lobbying, Full disclaimer, sure, he changed the scene a little bit, but in essence it stayed true to what I wrote. Yay me!

The way he wrote up Jenn nonchalantly boasting to Martin about how she got used and abused by them, that angle by Centurion shocked me. I was like, What?! That’s not how I intended. I had always thought of her coming out of that scene in an embarrassed, feeling much trepidation sort of way.

Okay, Centurion is seemingly willing to go over the top with this story!

The next exploitive scene, the Fox getting it handed to her by the bank thieves, that was all Centurion, mostly. I had talked extensively about having the Fox defeated, found so by the press, but Centurion wrote this one up on his own, thankfully incorporating the found defeated theme that I had been lobbying for. I have to admit, I was SHOCKED in seeing C actually write it up like he did, so close to mirroring what I had been lobbying for, and yet so far from what I knew to be his comfort zone.

Again, I was now shocked by C’s apparent willingness to really allow the Fox to get used and abused. Absolutely YUM!

The scene of Jenn meeting their kinky friends at the restaurant, Jenn being dared into removing her bra. That was my scene, almost verbatim written up as I submitted it. Yup, that was me writing up a fantasy of mine. I thought of it as the slow seduction, Jenn giving in totally to her (my!) exhibitionist fantasies.

It just is now “to step aside and explain” time ... I am a total exhibitionist , nympho slut! Or at least, I purport to be. Hence, I have been entirely selfish in trying to use my (I am from Texas, so fancy myself a seductive southern belle) suhthehn chahms in manipulating Centurion to write up Fuchsia Fox stories that portray her as the slutty superheroine vixen that I totally, completely fantasize myself as being. One might say I have been cruelly trying to usurp his beloved, wholesome superheroine and turning her into the naughty, flirty, slutty girl that I yearn to be. THERE, now you understand where I am coming from in this unfair, manipulative writing partnership that I have so painstakingly forged with C.

Anyway, post naughty lunch, I had written it up as Jenn returning to work all heated up, and bralessly provocative. This would lead to her coworker being completely obsessed in wanting to get into her pants. I was foggy on the details, but C again shocked me, writing up the scene almost exactly as I had vaguely dreamt, yet completely contrary to his sexual sensibilities.

Pat myself on the back, yay, I have seduced Centurion into writing up the Fox / Jenn completely contrary to how he has always envisioned her as being. Sorry, C, you weak man, but you have bit into the Apple and now you are mine! <bats eyelashes>

The thing that C did, which was contrary to what I wanted, he portrayed Jenn’s tryst with coworker Mike as being an ongoing affair which she was flippant about in her interactions with Martin. I way preferred her dalliance with Mike as being a one off that she was regretful, confused about. Wow, Centurion is now taking this quite beyond what I had intended, ever imagined!

The scene with Jenn having difficulty saving the car’s occupant(s) from the river, I had loosely mapped out such a peril, wanting to establish the Fox’s growing weakening power under the Enchanter’s spell ... and I had also wanted Sgt. Erskine to happen upon the scene, and happen upon having the superheroine girl that he SO yearns for and fantasizes over making his dreams come true. Thus expanding upon the scene from the earlier story where he gropes her up after the wrestling match versus the Shadow Tiger, the disappearing foe.

Mmmmm, Erskine getting to do the Fox! Yummers!

Turns out, Centurion kept the underlying concepts intact, but yet, he changed it up significantly.

To the last chapters posted, Jenn and the security guard Kevin. Ever since I convinced Centurion, many stories ago, to allow Martin as a voyeur, Jenn as an exhibitionist, to allow the both of them to be exited by Jenn doing the cam girl thing, I have wanted Centurion to write up a take whereby one of Jenn’s coworkers just happens to have seen her performing on cam, he totally recognizing her!

This is a theme I have also been pressing for after I (surprisingly) convinced Centurion to have Jenn work briefly as a stripper.. OMG, wow, C went along with Jenn being both a camgirl AND a stripper! Mmm, mmm, how she is turning into all I fantasize of. Ahem, anyway, I always wanted an obsessive security guard coworker to have seen her in both naughty ways. I always wanted this to turn into a story of he blackmailing her.

Anyway, once again, amazingly, Centurion started to run with the idea. A lot of the interactions Jenn and Kevin had, her Fox identity very nearly being revealed, Kevin totally having his way with a Jenn. This was of the stuff I had lobbied hard for.

The surprise of Jenn becoming bored with Kevin, knocking him out like she did, this was Centurion totally diverging from the depraved plans I had for poor Jenn, at the hands of demented Kevin. So to be honest, I was as shocked as you guys are by this twist. Without putting out spoilers to the conclusion, I now see where Centurion is going with this by way of a small redemption. You all will soon see as well.

Not sure if y’all will like the direction it takes. Still not sure that I do. But I feel like I can only push Centurion so far when it comes to Fox depravity. C started this story as just a frivolous indulgence of some of my dark Fox fantasies, originally not intending for any of this to be posted. I pleaded with him, though, arguing that all these sexually charged scenes, these dark sexual places, are scenes that most of you, and most certainly I, will absolutely eat up! Hence, a story that needs to be told.

Note, Centurionwas and remains dubious. I, and hopefully most of you, like this kinky story arch. And hopefully your comments will align with my most selfish desires in having the Fox become more comfortable in her exhibitionist, sexually indulgent leanings.

Anyway, a couple of already completed, but still to be posted chapters are still to come. (And hopefully MY “after” story still to come too.).

I just thought I’d try to share with you a bit more of the back and forth conflict and collaboration that went on / goes on between C and I, in bringing you this story. (A lot of the same has gone on for many of the past stories, too.) There is no secret in that C uses me to try and spice things up and I totally use him in trying to get him to write up scenarios that pay homage to my deepest, darkest, most depraved fantasies. Hope you all think it works.

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I'm only through the first couple of updates. I'm still trying to figure out how I feel on this one. It's bee admittedly hot so far - I've posted before about how I like the superpowered heroine getting taken down by the normal guys. But I do typically go for the wholesome heroine, and prefer when she's not really enjoying it. I'll have to see if I can sort my thoughts out as I read the rest. But this is definitely enjoyable! Flirty is going to hate me, but I'd hate to see the Fox take a permanently slutty turn.
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I feel like adding more to my thoughts of Jen's escape from Kevin's desires. Like Dr. Dominator says Jen's escape from Kevin isn't believable in the narrative. The spell makes her submissive and fills her with lust to any man who desires her, and Jen should have been submissive to all of Kevin's sexual demands from sending Martin the video and going to his home for more sex. The many orgasms from Kevin gave Jen an intense sexual high. Saying she wasn't amused doesn't make sense to me as the spell makes her amused by any man who desires her.

I also don't like Jen fighting with herself as two personalities. Jen came to the conclusion that her recent weakness was due to her physiology. She accepted the idea. She just becomes a sluttier version of herself and she said she is the object of men's desires. She reinforces the Enchanter's spell without knowing it. Jen accepted she can be seduced by any man at any time as The Fox or Jen.

I think an interesting scenario for her escape would have been a stranger flirting with her on the subway. Jen would have become submissive to the new guy, and Kevin would have been jealous. Then, Kevin's jealousy would lead to a fight between him and the stranger. They would be focused on their fighting instead of their desires for Jen. That would give Jen a moment to recollect her thoughts and leave.

I will wait and see how the story concludes. I also have further comments on Enchanter's and Fox's conflict.
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Okay, sorry for the delay, but here’s the final two chapters of the story (not including my own extra story, which might take several more weeks for me to finish up and then edit in such a way that it’s palatable to Centurion).

I hope that most of you will have found the wait to be worth it.

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Chapter 14 --​


As the Fuchsia Fox left the National Archives, flying toward the Mall, she immediately became aware of something peculiar -- a glowing circle of fire approximately a hundred feet in diameter on the lawn directly between the Castle and the Museum of Natural History. Inside the circle was a five-pointed star, a pentagram, oriented east/west and pointing toward the Washington Monument.​

That wasn't the odd thing. The odd thing was that it was still early in the evening, around eight o'clock or thereabouts. A few automobiles were driving along Madison Drive and Jefferson Drive in front of both museums, but no one was stopping to investigate. No one was showing any sign that they had even seen it. Obviously this apparition was intended for her eyes only.​

The Fox alighted to the west of the circle. As she stood there examining it, the flames slowly died away. Without warning, a cloud of gray smoke appeared nearby, rapidly swirling into a tight spiral like a whirlwind. The cloud dispersed almost at once, leaving in its place a figure dressed in black robes and hood -- the Enchanter! ​

"There you are!" the villain said angrily. "I've been searching for you for days, witch! Half an hour ago I heard the news report that you had been seen at the reservoir! Take this thing off of me, curse you!" His hands were clutching at the amulet with that flawless crystal cat's head which hung around his shoulders, tugging at the chain apparently to no avail.​

Jennifer had no idea what he was talking about -- and yet curiously at the same time she felt that strange duality again as a rush of amusement bubbled up unexpectedly from inside her. "What means this storm and fury, mage?" she laughed derisively. "Surely a sorcerer of your skill and daring is not having difficulties removing a simple amulet?"​

"It's some kind of trap!" the Enchanter fumed, throwing back the hood of his robe. His normally hollow cheeks were positively skeletal, and the skin of his face was covered with unsightly, warty scabs. "This started immediately after I used the amulet to control the Fuchsia Fox. I feel this uncontrollable hunger, and no matter how much I eat, I still lose weight! And the amulet won't come off! What have you done to me?"​

"I?" the Fox smirked, strolling across the lawn with her gorgeous hips swaying seductively. "I am Tlazolteotl, fool! For centuries my life force has been entrapped within that amulet, waiting to be found, waiting for a sweet, tender body which I could possess." She paused to cup her rounded breasts with both hands, caressing her soft orbs through the flimsy fabric of her halter top. "I must say, mage, that I am most indebted to you for finding this one for me. Who would have dreamed that this future world had such females in it? What an incredible body she has -- and such depths of sensuality within her soul that she keeps hidden, even from her pledged mate! I have so much enjoyed exploring them!"​

"I cannot stand this!" the bald villain interrupted. "Release the curse, I beseech you! I will be your servant; I will do whatever you command!"​

"Ah, but you must admit," the goddess said, "that you deserved to be punished for so impudently using my amulet without permission. I am not certain that you have suffered long enough."​

"You must release me now!" the Enchanter said, his dark eyes flicking wildly. "If I kill the Fox while you reside in her body, I will be free of you!" His right hand darted forward, drawing a slash of fire in the air with his wand. That arc of fire closed and became a complete circle six feet in diameter, spinning across the lawn with the speed of a bullet.​

The Fox called upon every ounce of her agility to dodge the hurtling projectile by the skin of her teeth. It rolled through the air past her, slicing through a lamppost like a laser as she executed a forward somersault back toward the center of the lawn in order to draw him away from causing any damage to the buildings.​

While her sleek young body moved almost by instinct, Jennifer herself was feeling completely bewildered at discovering that she had been sharing her body with an unseen and unknown intruder for the past month. Deep down inside, she must have known all along that something was wrong, but with Tlazolteotl clouding her mind, she hadn't really stopped to question it. Even now she felt numb with shock as she recalled all the sexual hijinks she had been up to, but with the necessity of defending herself from the Enchanter, this was not the time to let herself dwell upon it.​

The Enchanter turned to follow her. With a wave of his wand he produced a ball of crystal ice which he then threw toward the Fox. The ball expanded rapidly as it flew, freezing the very air in a blistering wave of frigid cold, but the undaunted heroine launched herself toward the villain, crossing her wrists in front of her as her lean body crashed through the sphere, shattering it to pieces.​

As the Fox landed on her feet, she was immediately encircled by a glowing tendril of golden magical energy, whipping around her like a serpent. Jennifer instinctively caught the tentacle in her glove-sheathed hands, holding it at bay as she twisted around with a spinning kick toward the Enchanter. The glowing rope snaked around her alluring bare leg, stopping her kick short as the other end wrapped around her wrists, holding her tight. The girl writhed helplessly as the tendrils bound her trim ankles, forcing her to drop to her knees.​

"NO!" Tlazolteotl cried as she struggled. "Fight him, you silly creature!"​

Jennifer was striving to summon strength from her bracelets of Ishtar and finding it much more difficult than it should be. Once more she felt the odd sensation that it wasn't HER in command of her body; it was the intruder, Tlazolteotl -- and the bracelets themselves were actively resisting her. "Get out of my head!" Jennifer groaned, her heart seething in rebellion. "Get out!"​

The glowing energy tendrils encircled her slender body, gliding over her smooth skin and holding her tight so that she could barely move. Jennifer's pulse was pounding, her body hot and glistening with perspiration as she squirmed helplessly in those magical bonds. There was that strange feeling of duality again, as if there were two of her. Jenn's body seemed to tingle all over as the misty spirit form of Tlazolteotl emerged from her body; her hideously demonic face snarling, her eyes glowing red with rage as she rose into the air to dive toward the Enchanter with two arms stretched outward and ending in talons.​

The Enchanter gasped with fear as the demon pounced upon him. The Fox felt a soft explosion as the energy tentacles entrapping her abruptly disappeared, allowing her suddenly unsupported body to drop flat on the sidewalk. Instantly the heroine sprang into a crouch, ready for action, looking wildly around for some trace of Tlazolteotl. There didn't seem to be any sign of her.​

At this point two Metro police cars pulled up, turning their spotlights on the two combatants. "Stay back!" the Fox called to them, waving the officers away, certain that Tlazolteotl wasn't finished that easily. Meanwhile the Enchanter was smiling, the unsightly scabs on his face vanishing as he rubbed his chin.​

"Oh how bitterly disappointing," he said, "to be forced to possess a MALE body. Be assured that it will be only temporary, until I have probed the extent of his powers."​

"You... you USED me!" the Fox said dully, her cheeks burning with shame as she remembered everything that she had done the past month -- going down on Paul Erskine, dallying with Mike MacCormick, allowing criminals to overpower her and enjoy her body, letting Kevin fuck her on her own desk, and perhaps worst of all, slapping Martin's face. "You RAPED me!"​

"I think that's a little harsh," the possessed Enchanter answered cheerfully, his lips twisted in an evil grin. "You enjoyed it, didn't you?"​

"No, I DIDN'T!" the heroine snarled. "You forced me to have sex with all those men against my wishes -- with total strangers, with criminals..." Oh God, she thought, thinking of Mike and Paul, men she worked with and respected. What must THEY think of her, acting like a total slut? Jennifer felt filthy all over, as though she had been swimming in a sewer. How could she possibly face them?​

"Oh yes, pretty one," the villain agreed. "I used your body like a slave. But what else are slaves for? And you were so willing to be used. I gather that you are some kind of super-heroine." He paused to laugh derisively. "Guardians of Virtue always bore me silly with your prim and proper attitudes. It is always so much fun to deflate your pompous egos and reduce you back to the status of mere mortals. How did it feel?"​

"I don't like being used," Jennifer said, climbing to her feet. "The party's over as of right now."​

Again the Enchanter laughed. "You are so amusing, slave," he said. "The party is only beginning. Once my hold upon this pathetic mortal is secure, there will be no end to my rule of this world."​

"I can't allow you to do that," the Fox said defiantly. "The Enchanter may be a pain in the ass, but at least he's a Human pain in the ass."​

"And how do you think you're going to stop me?" the demoness laughed. A subtle glow had appeared in the Enchanter's dark, sunken eyes, as at the same time the crystal cat's head in the center of his amulet flashed, emitting a pure white beam of light like a laser which lanced out and caught the spunky superheroine on her forehead.​

The girl staggered backward a pace, frozen in her tracks. Her alluring body seemed paralyzed, her mind blank, mesmerized by the light beam streaming from the Tlazolteotl's Amulet. The police officers drew their guns but held back, seeming to realize that they were out of their depth.​

"And now, my slave," the demoness smirked. "Fall to your knees before me."​

The superheroine's body obeyed. Her beautiful face was straining, struggling to resist, while her silken knees quivered helplessly and then buckled, slowly lowering her to the ground.​

The Enchanter's hands reached out to her soft shoulders, fingers sliding underneath the thin straps of her fuchsia halter top and following them downward until he touched the supple globes of her two flawless breasts. "I must think of another good post-hypnotic suggestion to give you," he mused. "In the meantime, you will remain my mindless slave. Do you understand?"​

Jennifer's head started to nod, but tension was visible in her neck muscles as she fought against his hypnotic command. Perspiration glistened on her silken skin as she resisted. Suddenly her slim young torso twisted, her fist plowing into the Enchanter's midsection, sending him flying across the Mall to smack against the information kiosk in front of the Museum of American History.​

"You dare to strike me?" he seethed angrily, raising his hand to cast a spell.​

The Amulet! Jennifer thought, raising her own slender arm in defense. Tlazolteotl's life force was in the amulet! Destroy it and it and that should destroy the demon as well! The blue bead on the front of her bracelet of Ishtar began to revolve, bringing into play her disintegration beam -- but the amulet lay right across the Enchanter's heart! Destroying the amulet might kill him too! Instinctively she hesitated.​

The demoness conjured a volley of glowing daggers which she sent streaking toward the Fox. The heroine desperately rolled, barely avoiding the missiles as they exploded with magical force one after the other along the lawn -- one, two, three, four... The fifth hit it’s target, though, penetrating the Fox's force shield and leaving an angry red welt across the superheroine’s smooth, lean ribcage. "AHHH!" Jennifer cried out, falling to all fours and clutching the wound.​

"I have enjoyed playing with you, exploring your deep down dark desires for this past month, little girl," Tlazolteotl smirked. "But if you think me incapable of killing you, banish the notion from your thoughts. There are plenty of other sluts I could amuse myself with -- if you do not surrender your will to mine!"​

The Fox rose up painfully to her knees, drawing in a ragged breath into her lungs. "Then you didn't learn a single thing about me, did you?" she said, her entire body seething with anger.​

Suddenly the heroine tumbled forward in a quick, agile somersault. The Enchanter waved his hand, conjuring a mystical shield of rainbow colors in front of him. Jennifer slammed into it with all her strength, sending tendrils of energy arcing in all directions as the shield cracked but didn't break. It was like standing in the middle of an electrical storm. The Fox could feel the magical energy of the shield on her silken skin, making her hair stand on end and her tender feminine flesh tingle all over. Still she hammered away at the shield with her fists in a frenzy, summoning all the power her bracelets held. For the past month, she had been at this creature's mercy, nothing more than a plaything totally subverted to her sexual whims. This was where the bill came due.​

To the Enchanter's utter astonishment, the mystic shield shattered. The demon had no time to produce another hex before the Fox was up close, grappling. A delicate glove-sheathed fist walloped him in the jaw as her other hand clutched the front of his black robes. He struggled to mount some kind of defence, but the Fox in her wrath was like a wildcat. Desperately Tlazolteotl invoked the most powerful spell in her arsenal, the Power Word of Death.​

The Fox's knee came up into the Enchanter's balls, causing the spell to misfire and discharge random energy into the air. At the same time, the heroine took hold of the amulet and ripped it from the front of his robes. The villain screamed in agony, his flesh tearing as the amulet was pulled free and tossed aside.​

"No! Please!" Tlazolteotl cried, somehow aware of what was about to happen next. "I beg of you, wench, have mercy!"​

The blue laser-thin beam shot out from the Fox's bracelet of Ishtar and drilled the amulet straight through where it lay on the sidewalk. There was a flash of fire and brimstone as the artifact disintegrated completely. The demoness screamed as her life force followed suit. The Enchanter's eyes rolled up into his head as the sudden shock made him pass out; his unconscious body dropping flat on his back like a sack of potatoes.​

Jennifer breathed a heavy sigh of relief, glad that she hadn't killed the Enchanter in her fury. He may have set things in motion, but he wasn't responsible for what the demon had done to her. The police officers rushed forward with guns drawn, reinforced by three more cars which they had called in to back them up. "Fox? Are you all right?" the men asked, moving cautiously up to secure the Enchanter.​

"Yes, officer," the stunning superheroine said. "For the first time in a long while, I'm just fine."​


***​


Epilogue --​


An ambulance pulled up at the curb followed closely by two television news cars and a Metropolitan Police SUV. From the latter emerged Sergeant Paul Erskine, who immediately caught sight of the Fuchsia Fox and started walking toward her.​

Jennifer let out a quiet moan of anguish. Remembering the things she had been forced to do while under Tlazolteotl's influence, she felt unclean. She felt dirty. Her instinct was to fly far away before he could reach her. How could Paul or any other decent man ever want to be close to her again? But she forced herself to stand there and wait for him. A superheroine didn't run away from dangers. She had to face up to the consequences of her actions, all of them.​

Erskine paused beside the EMT's to take a quick look at the unconscious and badly hurt supervillain who they were tending to. "The Enchanter," he said, recognizing the man in black robes. "Suddenly certain things are starting to make sense."​

"Um... can I talk to you over here for a second, Paul?" the Fox asked, slipping her glove-sheathed hand into the handsome policeman's elbow and leading him off to one side, well out of camera range of the reporters. "I don't want this to get out to the media, but there's something I need to tell you." She paused and took a deep breath. "I haven't exactly been myself lately."​

"I kind of guessed something was up," Erskine said, "when you couldn't even lift a Mini Cooper. Do you want to tell me about it?"​

"It's kind of embarrassing," the superheroine said, looking at the ground and wishing that she could sink straight through into the lawn and never emerge. Instead, she forced herself to continue. "For the past month... uh... it seems that I've been possessed by the life force of an Aztec demon."​

The policeman's eyes opened wide. "An Aztec demon?" he repeated.​

"In addition to making it more difficult to use my powers..." the Fox confessed, and then paused with her hand still clutching his arm and rubbing up and down along it nervously. The beautiful heroine made herself look him straight in the eyes and go on in a rush. "...She forced me to do certain things that I would never, ever do if I were in my right mind."​

"Uh-huh," Erskine was saying, nodding agreeably to show that he was following her. Suddenly he thought of that wonderful few minutes at the reservoir and his cheeks flushed. "OH! Er... I think I get what you're saying, Fox." He cleared his throat awkwardly. "There's no need to say another word. I... I completely understand."​

Jennifer was willing to bet that he didn't understand at all, not really. How could you understand something like that unless you had actually experienced the helplessness of having your body and your very mind invaded? But she certainly didn't want to push it any further. For the time being, she was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.​

"I'm really, really sorry, Paul," she said, still rubbing his arm up and down. "I value our working relationship, and I think of you as a friend. I would never have done something like that to jeopardize our working relationship. You've got to believe me."​

"Hey, don't give it another thought," Erskine said, placing his hand over hers and giving it a squeeze. "Fox, as amazing as you were, I think I knew that something was up. You definitely weren't yourself. I respect you a lot, Fox, and I wouldn't want something like that to come between us."​

"Thank you, Paul," the heroine said, smiling. "That means a lot to me. And please, I beg of you, please don't put this in your report. I wouldn't want this to get out to the public."​

"Oh, naturally," Erskine said. "Not a word."​

The Fox breathed a sigh of relief. That had been relatively painless. It would be much harder explaining things to Mike and to Kevin. But that could wait. Right now she had to fly home and talk to Martin. Hopefully he would be as understanding and forgiving as Paul was.​

But just at that moment, four U. S. Army hummers arrived from four different directions, taking up positions on the perimeter. Two had ion cannons mounted on their roofs, and the other two seemed to have some kind of harpoon cannons. All four of the heavy weapons swiveled on their mounts, taking aim at the lovely body of the Fuchsia Fox.​

An officer in command dismounted from the nearest hummer in full battle dress -- body armor, helmet and side arm. His eyes flicked back and forth across the area, taking notice of the civilians -- the EMT's and the news crews -- assessing the situation and revising his strategy. At last he made a gesture with his open hand toward the crew of his vehicle. Then he strode forward by himself, unfastening the chin strap of his helmet and removing it.​

Oh Hell, it was Martin! How could she face him?

"I think you're a little late on this one, Captain Fletcher," Sergeant Erskine said cheerfully, also recognizing him. "The Fox had things well in hand. Nothing for you and me to do, but sweep up the wreckage as usual."​

"Is that so?" Martin said warily. Suddenly it dawned on Jennifer that this show of force was not for the Enchanter -- it was for HER! This was a Quick Reaction Unit her husband had mobilized in order to capture the Fuchsia Fox! She couldn't see them in the dark, but there were probably Hedgetrimmer drones hovering overhead to track her in case she tried to run.​

It shouldn't have surprised her, because the two of them were so close. As Jennifer thought back on all the out-of-character things she had done in the past few weeks while under the demon's control, it shouldn't be surprising that Martin had figured out that something wasn't right. The "Zumerian hormones" excuse might have fooled him for the first week or two, but that slap in the face must have been the last straw, convincing him that she was out of control.

Oddly, the realization that he had known something was wrong with her was like a shining ray of hope breaking through the gloom that threatened to engulf her soul. But how could she reassure him that she was herself again?​

"That's right, Captain," the superheroine said, her voice quavering a bit. "It was the Enchanter, up to his old tricks." She gestured toward the ambulance, which was even now pulling away with the injured villain.​

"The Enchanter?" Martin repeated skeptically, raising one eyebrow. The Fox couldn't go into detail of Tlazolteotl‘s possession of her body right now because she had just asked Paul Erskine as a personal favor to keep it a secret. How would it look to him if she also took into her confidence Captain Martin Fletcher, who as far as Erskine knew was just another Army officer that she occasionally liaisoned with? But if she didn't, would Martin order his men to open fire on her?​

For a breathless moment, she looked into his eyes. Then a wry smile crossed Martin's face. "I might have known it was something like that," he said. "You're sure everything is all right?"​

Jennifer saw the look in his eyes and smiled out of sheer relief. "I'm positive, Captain Fletcher."​

"I'd better go talk to the media," Erskine said, turning toward the television cameras. "How do you want to go on record with this, Captain?"​

Martin shrugged, which wasn't easy to do in battle dress. "Just say we were responding to the same threat the Fox was."​

As Erskine left them alone, the Fox and Martin started walking back toward the hummers. "Umm, Martin?" Jennifer said softly. "Have you checked your phone messages lately?"​

"I was too busy trying to track you down," he answered. He fumbled open one of the many pockets of his uniform and took out his phone. "It looks like I have a video... from you! Is it about the Enchanter?"​

"Not really," Jennifer said in a small voice, looking down at her feet. "It was taken just before I broke free of the influence.” In a whisper, she continued, “Martin, It's really humiliating. Could I ask you to please delete it without looking at it?" She forced herself to look up into his eyes. "I know that I haven't given you much reason to trust me lately. But if you do trust me... if you love me... please?"​

She could see him hesitate. Jennifer had never felt more vulnerable in her life as she looked at his thumb hovering over the button which would play the video. All it would take would be a gentle pressure.​

"The woman I've been living with lately had no shame at all," he said. "Nothing would have humiliated her." His thumb moved to the delete button and pressed it.​

Jennifer felt such a flood of love for him that she nearly threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. Fortunately she remembered the television cameras in time. They would have pounced on something like that. Even so it took every bit of her self-control to keep from doing it. And the sheer pleasure of even HAVING self-control made her smile.​

THE END>>>>​
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We finally have the conclusion to the Enchanter's Revenge. I am disappointed by the story's overall direction. There are several issues with this story.

The Good

I enjoyed the increase in sexual peril for Fuchsia Fox. It was awesome that regular guys were able to have their way with the Fox. I hope future stories will have sexual peril more often like this story. Each sex scene is beautifully written as always.

The Fox's relationships with many people in her life are now deeply affected by the events. It adds a new dynamic in the overall story for the series. It also opens the door for new characters to be introduced and new enemies may come forth due to the Fox's actions while under the spell or possession.

Damaging Fuchsia Fox's reputation to the public is actually a very good thing. Hear me out. Vicki from channel 14 hates the Fox. She wants to get as much dirt on the heroine as possible. Furthermore, it adds a new challenge for Fox to reclaim her glory and earn respect from citizens. Every superheroine is put in this position. Now it is Fuchsia Fox's turn to repair her reputation as much as she can. Villains may not respect or fear her at the moment, but she will prevail over all challenges.

I loved the moment when Jen said she is a object for men's sexual desires. She was reinforcing the spell without realize it as she did not know she was under a spell. It seemed she was making the spell's hold on her stronger as she becomes weaker and vulnerable to villains. However, that wasn't the case.

Using Jen's risky behaviors from the past also was a highlight for me. You are always good at maintaining continuity in your stories.

Tlazolteotl looked deep in Fox's soul to realize Fox had these dark fantasies. Fox truly enjoyed being helpless and defeated. Tlazolteotl was living Fox's dirty fantasies. Fox denied she enjoyed what happened to her, but Tlazolteotl revealed Fox desires those sexual fantasies even those that Martin do not know. I wonder what those sexual fantasies are.

The Bad

The story does not have a chapter to tell the event that caused this conflict. We do not have any deeper details of the Fox's first encounter with The Enchanter. Superhero stories normally have a chapter or even a whole to story to explain a hero's conflict. This story doesn't have that full explanation.

I also don't like the story's climax. It just doesn't fit with everything written prior to Jen knocking out Kevin in her office.

I don't like the idea of the possession as a way to help the Fox resolve the conflict. The Fox wasn't acting like a person who was possessed by another person or being. The host normally does not speak or recall any events because their soul is sleeping. The person in possession is living and acting in the host's body. Thus, it was the demon's actions and not the Fox's actions. Fox is ashamed to be used as a tool for sexual desires, but she did not do anything wrong herself. The demon was fulfilling the sexual desires since the demon was living in her.

In addition to Fox's feelings, you describe Fox's emotions as cocky, confusion, horny, low confidence, sexually submissive, etc. A character with those emotions do not sound like a person under possession. The host does not experience those emotions from events. The person in the control such as Tlazolteotl is experiencing those moments.

Furthermore, it contradicts the Enchanter's spell from their first encounter, and his second spell when she was held captured by the gang. He boasts he is getting revenge against The Fox for his previous defeats. She can either be under the spell or simply possessed. It wouldn't make sense for Tlazolteotl to use Fox as a host since Fox was under a spell of sexual submissiveness. It would be hard to take over the world if anyone can say you're sexy and you'll get on your knees for them.

Also, the possession makes the story feel less about the Enchanter getting revenge to humiliate the Fox, and more about Tlazolteotl using the Fox as a host. Tlazolteotl takes the spotlight away from the Enchanter. Wasn't this his story for revenge?

This climax feels like a method to avoid The Fox and Martin sitting down to have a serious conversation about their open relationship. It avoids forcing Fox to consider ending her sexual adventures at clubs and on web cam. Martin also avoids a discussion for being okay with his wife being defeated and having sex with criminals. What if a criminal wanted to kill her after sex? What if a criminal wanted to make her a sex slave? Martin has not considered all of the possible consequences of his sexual fantasies about the Fox being taken by criminals. It's very unhealthy for a stable relationship.

Neutral Point

I know Martin was not intended to be a cuckold. However, he has been written as a cuckold in this story and the previous affair with Thomas Western. He seems just fine with Fox giving her body to criminals and coworkers. Even though it was the demon committing these acts, he did not raise an eyebrow. Fuchsia Fox was the criminal underworld's slut to everyone else. I'm sure the bad guys spread the word about Fox being a slut by talking dirty to her.
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GeekyPornCritic wrote:
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We finally have the conclusion to the Enchanter's Revenge. I am disappointed by the story's overall direction. There are several issues with this story.

The Good

I enjoyed the increase in sexual peril for Fuchsia Fox. It was awesome that regular guys were able to have their way with the Fox. I hope future stories will have sexual peril more often like this story. Each sex scene is beautifully written as always.

The Fox's relationships with many people in her life are now deeply affected by the events. It adds a new dynamic in the overall story for the series. It also opens the door for new characters to be introduced and new enemies may come forth due to the Fox's actions while under the spell or possession.

Damaging Fuchsia Fox's reputation to the public is actually a very good thing. Hear me out. Vicki from channel 14 hates the Fox. She wants to get as much dirt on the heroine as possible. Furthermore, it adds a new challenge for Fox to reclaim her glory and earn respect from citizens. Every superheroine is put in this position. Now it is Fuchsia Fox's turn to repair her reputation as much as she can. Villains may not respect or fear her at the moment, but she will prevail over all challenges.

I loved the moment when Jen said she is a object for men's sexual desires. She was reinforcing the spell without realize it as she did not know she was under a spell. It seemed she was making the spell's hold on her stronger as she becomes weaker and vulnerable to villains. However, that wasn't the case.

Using Jen's risky behaviors from the past also was a highlight for me. You are always good at maintaining continuity in your stories.

Tlazolteotl looked deep in Fox's soul to realize Fox had these dark fantasies. Fox truly enjoyed being helpless and defeated. Tlazolteotl was living Fox's dirty fantasies. Fox denied she enjoyed what happened to her, but Tlazolteotl revealed Fox desires those sexual fantasies even those that Martin do not know. I wonder what those sexual fantasies are.

The Bad

The story does not have a chapter to tell the event that caused this conflict. We do not have any deeper details of the Fox's first encounter with The Enchanter. Superhero stories normally have a chapter or even a whole to story to explain a hero's conflict. This story doesn't have that full explanation.

I also don't like the story's climax. It just doesn't fit with everything written prior to Jen knocking out Kevin in her office.

I don't like the idea of the possession as a way to help the Fox resolve the conflict. The Fox wasn't acting like a person who was possessed by another person or being. The host normally does not speak or recall any events because their soul is sleeping. The person in possession is living and acting in the host's body. Thus, it was the demon's actions and not the Fox's actions. Fox is ashamed to be used as a tool for sexual desires, but she did not do anything wrong herself. The demon was fulfilling the sexual desires since the demon was living in her.

In addition to Fox's feelings, you describe Fox's emotions as cocky, confusion, horny, low confidence, sexually submissive, etc. A character with those emotions do not sound like a person under possession. The host does not experience those emotions from events. The person in the control such as Tlazolteotl is experiencing those moments.

Furthermore, it contradicts the Enchanter's spell from their first encounter, and his second spell when she was held captured by the gang. He boasts he is getting revenge against The Fox for his previous defeats. She can either be under the spell or simply possessed. It wouldn't make sense for Tlazolteotl to use Fox as a host since Fox was under a spell of sexual submissiveness. It would be hard to take over the world if anyone can say you're sexy and you'll get on your knees for them.

Also, the possession makes the story feel less about the Enchanter getting revenge to humiliate the Fox, and more about Tlazolteotl using the Fox as a host. Tlazolteotl takes the spotlight away from the Enchanter. Wasn't this his story for revenge?

This climax feels like a method to avoid The Fox and Martin sitting down to have a serious conversation about their open relationship. It avoids forcing Fox to consider ending her sexual adventures at clubs and on web cam. Martin also avoids a discussion for being okay with his wife being defeated and having sex with criminals. What if a criminal wanted to kill her after sex? What if a criminal wanted to make her a sex slave? Martin has not considered all of the possible consequences of his sexual fantasies about the Fox being taken by criminals. It's very unhealthy for a stable relationship.

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I know Martin was not intended to be a cuckold. However, he has been written as a cuckold in this story and the previous affair with Thomas Western. He seems just fine with Fox giving her body to criminals and coworkers. Even though it was the demon committing these acts, he did not raise an eyebrow. Fuchsia Fox was the criminal underworld's slut to everyone else. I'm sure the bad guys spread the word about Fox being a slut by talking dirty to her.


Hi GPC.


As always, your feedback is SO valued. Thank you!

I have long wanted for the Fox to be effectively taken by “normal” guys, so I was ecstatic that Centurion finally accepted a context upon which it could happen. I had written up so many scenarios for C to incorporate, it was like euphoria that he finally did! The interesting thing is, in many respects, he edited Jenn to be way more .... submissively compliant than I ever imagined her as being.

I LOVED the concept of Jenn being under the Enchanters spell. Like you, I was not all that pleased with C’s solution in making her behaviour palatable to himself, that being that she was “possessed”. I much preferred the concept of her simply being under her foe’s spell, rather than actually possessed.

Thing is, he was willing to incorporate so many of the sexual perils that I had long been lobbying for, who was I to harp on things, lest he abandon the whole thing.

Anyway, not how I would have written up the last half of the story, but it got written up well beyond what I had anticipated Centurion as allowing.
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Eventually, the final chapter of the story “The Enchangter’s Revenge” and such a long story fulfilled with so many amazing plots that surprise and shock the reader so much.

As GeekyPornCritic (GPC) mentioned in his post, the title of the story “The Enchangter’s Revenge” let me recall the previous story such as “The return of Shadow Tiger/Alchema." However, those enemies were shown in the story before and I am pretty sure that Enchangter had never appeared in the adventure of Fuchsia Fox. Similarly, I also agree with GPC’s standpoint in Chapter 13. Indeed, I think this episode has so many fabulous events and the conflict between Kevin and Jennifer is too short to finish in just one page. It seems possible to write another whole story that tells the reader how a normal National Archives’ guard trying to possess Fuchsia Fox/Jennifer in the method of blackmail or any other ways.

For the bright side of the story, I think this episode reached the peak point that challenged relationships between Martin&Jennifer, and also tremendously impairs Fuchsia Fox’s deterrent and fame in public. It should note that Jennifer is good to use her superheroine ego Fox as a disguise, which conceals her wild sex fantasies such as play as a superheroine who “occasionally” have chance to intercourse with thugs and supervillains. For example, in Chapter 2 of Fuchsia Fox: Enchangter ‘s Revenge, Jennifer firstly thinks that she shouldn’t and couldn’t indulge Max and Johnny to caress her body in public. However, Jennifer changed her mind quickly and enjoy the process of being taken by thugs when she realized that those bad guys cannot hurt her. It looks like Jennifer plays a PS4 action game and the protagonist of the game is herself — in name of Fuchsia Fox — and Jennifer wants Fox loss the game and got “punished and humiliated” by foes in the game. Compared with supervillains, Jeniffer intends to choose common thugs. The reason is, ordinary hooligans are safer than supervillains in sex and a huge contrast of power between Fuchsia Fox and the hooligans also an exciting idea in Jeniffer’s wild sex fantasies (like supergirl defeated by normal bank robber). What I want to say is, merely in my view, Jennifer should be a girl who loves sex/open with people, especially strangers with a masculine body.

As Centurion mentioned in his reply to me last time, the personality of Fuchsia Fox/Jennfier is a bone between Flirty and Centurion. My solution is, I suggest to give two personalities on Jennifer/Fuchsia Fox. That is to say, the transformation changed both Jennifer’s appearance and partly of Jeniffer's personality as well. Then, we can expect inner conflict in the mind of Fuchsia Fox. As Fuchsia Fox, she has a personality which seeks to be taken by powerful and masculine species -- it makes sense to tame down a powerful superheroine by force. However, as Jennifer, she refused/dislike to be taken by strangers and sexual behavior between Fox and her foes is work as rape -- it stands the image of pure girl for a superheroine. It should note that as the ego Fuchsia Fox, she has wild sex fantasies in her deep mind and it turns out when Jennifer transformed as a superheroine. Indeed, through Chapter 2 is the story, both Jeniffer and hooligans, and even some of the people who watched the sex video records from Max’s smartphones realized that Fuchsia Fox is a little slut who enjoys being taken by thugs who stripped her costume and doing Fox's body hard from both ends.

Following the plots moving forward, we can find Fuchsia Fox defeated and taken by high school students. It is so exciting to see Fox be taken by bad teenagers when she has her full power. Another climax of the story can be found in Chapter 9 when Jeniffer has an affair with Mike — although it is not the first time Jenn did this, this time, Jennifer only use herself rather than the superheroine ego! It means Jeniffer starts to enjoy the corruption that affected by Enchangter’s spell.

It also an exciting point that we finally see Jennifer has a conflict with her husband Martin about Fuchsia Fox’s sex life. Although it provokes Martin’s imagination when he heard the story about her superheroine wife be defeated and almost taken by villains. Yet, the love on her wife will finally lead Martin demand to control and possess the body of Fuchsia Fox and refuse to share with other males. As a result, the plot may logical to read if Jeniffer can persuade her husband slightly change his mind on the possession or makeup lies that never tell Martin Fox had made sex with her energies within the battle. Indeed, the solution of the conflict between Jennifer and her husband seems oversimply -- Martin uses his love and trust that forgive his superheroine wife's disloyalty. We can say Martin's trust and love composed as the foundation of Fox's strong will during the battle. Yet, from another side, Fox/Jennifer had several times to give her husband a cuckold in public (i.g. Jennifer sucked Oscar's knob in "Mind Games") and the response from Martin proven he was in the weak side in their relationship.

Again, thanks for both Centurion and Flirty's amazing story.


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dodosony wrote:
4 years ago
Eventually, the final chapter of the story “The Enchangter’s Revenge” and such a long story fulfilled with so many amazing plots that surprise and shock the reader so much.

As GeekyPornCritic (GPC) mentioned in his post, the title of the story “The Enchangter’s Revenge” let me recall the previous story such as “The return of Shadow Tiger/Alchema." However, those enemies were shown in the story before and I am pretty sure that Enchangter had never appeared in the adventure of Fuchsia Fox. Similarly, I also agree with GPC’s standpoint in Chapter 13. Indeed, I think this episode has so many fabulous events and the conflict between Kevin and Jennifer is too short to finish in just one page. It seems possible to write another whole story that tells the reader how a normal National Archives’ guard trying to possess Fuchsia Fox/Jennifer in the method of blackmail or any other ways.
The Enchanter is a classic enemy from Fox's early days. I think he has appeared at least twice in the series.
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4 years ago

For the bright side of the story, I think this episode reached the peak point that challenged relationships between Martin&Jennifer, and also tremendously impairs Fuchsia Fox’s deterrent and fame in public. It should note that Jennifer is good to use her superheroine ego Fox as a disguise, which conceals her wild sex fantasies such as play as a superheroine who “occasionally” have chance to intercourse with thugs and supervillains. For example, in Chapter 2 of Fuchsia Fox: Enchangter ‘s Revenge, Jennifer firstly thinks that she shouldn’t and couldn’t indulge Max and Johnny to caress her body in public. However, Jennifer changed her mind quickly and enjoy the process of being taken by thugs when she realized that those bad guys cannot hurt her. It looks like Jennifer plays a PS4 action game and the protagonist of the game is herself — in name of Fuchsia Fox — and Jennifer wants Fox loss the game and got “punished and humiliated” by foes in the game. Compared with supervillains, Jeniffer intends to choose common thugs. The reason is, ordinary hooligans are safer than supervillains in sex and a huge contrast of power between Fuchsia Fox and the hooligans also an exciting idea in Jeniffer’s wild sex fantasies (like supergirl defeated by normal bank robber). What I want to say is, merely in my view, Jennifer should be a girl who loves sex/open with people, especially strangers with a masculine body.
Dodosony, this is a great analogy! I makes me think of video games such as Monster Girl Quest. Players want to lose on purpose to see the hero violated by the female villains. It is such a rush to lose on purpose, and then proceed to win on the second or may even third try. The idea of Jennifer playing the Fox as a character and she wants herself in a sense to lose to fulfill a sexual fantasy.
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The Enchanter is a classic enemy from Fox's early days. I think he has appeared at least twice in the series.
Hi GPC, thanks for your reply and it reminds me that Enchanter is one of Fuchsia Fox's old foes who used to show up in Jennifer's early superheroine career, I almost forgot about it. ; ) Also, it is glad to hear you like the video game analogy.

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Here’s a reply from Centurion ...

“The points which GPC raised about the demonic possession not being a perfect fit for the story are valid. I faced considerable problems writing this story, some of which arose from the difference in Flirty's and my interpretations of the characters. As I said earlier, Flirty was mainly responsible for the plot. Early on I argued that Martin would be alarmed at Jenn suddenly acting like a slut and being defeated by ordinary burglars. Flirty believed on the contrary that he would love the idea. In other words, he wouldn't mind if his wife went around getting nailed by common thugs as long as he was getting more pussy out of it. To me it's a question of fantasy versus reality. People reading a story might enjoy seeing the heroine in sexual peril, but the actual characters IN the story would see things very differently. As a fantasy, Martin might like to imagine his superheroine wife in bondage (and there is an upcoming story on that theme), but when it comes down to her actually getting captured and boned by strangers, that hits too close to home. My take on that is that maybe he USED TO like that kind of thing, but by now reality has set in and he's not all that keen on the idea.

In any case I had agreed to follow Flirty's plot, so that meant I had to resolve this conflict and make it sound plausible. Consider the nature of mind control. If your mind is controlled by someone else, no matter how strangely he forces you to behave, you don't think there is anything unusual about it. If you did, your natural resistance would kick in and you would fight it. That would mean that throughout the story Jennifer would be struggling to fight off this abnormally slutty behavior that she is being forced to exhibit. But Flirty didn't want that. She wanted the spell to be so strong that Jennifer eagerly and willingly acted like a nympho.​

The brain deals with dissonance by rationalizing away abnormal behavior. In this case, Jenn latched onto the Zumerian hormones explanation. This gives her an excuse to think that her behavior is normal and not be unduly alarmed by it. It also gives Martin an excuse not to be unduly alarmed, because Jenn is not telling him the whole story. She is withholding a lot of what's going on from him.​

Unfortunately that same theory caused a problem when it came time to resolve the story as a whole. Flirty thought that when we were done humiliating her, Jenn could just "snap out of it". But to me it couldn't possibly be that easy. If she believes that her behavior is normal, what is there to snap out of? Way back in one of my earliest stories, the Enchanter did use his hypnotic powers on the Fox, and he got her to believe that she was in love with him. That spell lasted for about an hour, until something reminded her of Martin, and that caused a conflict -- how could she be in love with the Enchanter and be in love with Martin at the same time? The conflict broke the spell. In THIS story, the spell is obviously much, MUCH more powerful than that. It lasted for weeks! So breaking the spell wasn't going to be easy unless something from outside changed things.​

I had two ideas. Isis could randomly decide to visit Washington, run into the Fox and realize that something was wrong. That sounded way too "deus ex machina". Plus putting Isis and the Fox after the poor Enchanter would be overkill. That resolution wouldn't be very exciting. The other idea was that the spell simply runs out on its own, which is just as lame. Generally you want the heroine to have a part in rescuing herself. The only satisfying resolution I could think of called for the Enchanter to return and somehow break the spell himself. But why would he do that? I struggled with it for two weeks until I finally hit upon the demonic possession idea, which seemed to cover all the angles. ​

GPC points out that Jennifer wasn't acting like a person possessed. That's a good point. You have to remember than Flirty was driving most of the story. I had to resolve it as best I could. The way I'm thinking, it was mostly Tlazolteotl we were seeing, but sometimes she would allow Jenn's mind to catch glimpses of what was happening to her, so that she would suffer. He also says that it contradicts the story that the Enchanter told the thugs. Yes it does, because the Enchanter thought he had hypnotized her. He didn't realize that Tlazolteotl's spirit was in the amulet until much later. It's still the Enchanter's Revenge because he set up the ambush in the first place and used the amulet on her. Tlazolteotl for the most part was going along with his "hypnotic suggestion" because it suited her purposes too. I think I've already addressed Martin "being okay with his wife being defeated and having sex with criminals". I don't approve of that either, so I'm dropping that aspect of his character.

Now, I don't think that Flirty was 100% happy with the demonic possession idea either, because she likes the idea that the spell simply brought to the surface feelings that Jennifer already had. In other words, deep down Jennifer wants to act like slut but doesn't dare because of social reasons. That's Flirty's take on it.​

I disagree with that because that's simply not the way I originally imagined the character. A superheroine should be strong-willed and have a healthy sense of self-respect, which means that she doesn't give in to every jerk who comes along. Plus if she was sexually submissive, she wouldn't last long as a superheroine. This story, for example, demonstrates pretty vividly that she can either be a kickass superheroine or she can be a submissive nympho, but not BOTH! It's one or the other. I created her to be a kickass heroine, because that's what I like. ​

Of course I won't deny that there IS her Zumerian heritage to consider. Flirty has been urging me for a long time to have Jennifer act more like Ishtar. That's what I've been trying to do, gradually, through the Club X stories and the strip club and so on. But Ishtar isn't submissive! Ishtar is a COUGAR! If Jennifer is supposed to take after her, she'd be MORE aggressive, not less. In any case, she wouldn't be surrendering to hoodlums or having sex with common thugs.​ The trouble is that it's not easy to come up with story ideas where a character's private sex life gets mixed up with her public life, without making it a porn story. How is that supposed to work? Is she supposed to start having random sex with pretty much any man she runs into, for no reason? What does that have to do with being a superheroine?​

I hope this clears up a few things that might have caused some confusion about this story.

Centurion”
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Here’s a reply from Centurion ...

“The points which GPC raised about the demonic possession not being a perfect fit for the story are valid. I faced considerable problems writing this story, some of which arose from the difference in Flirty's and my interpretations of the characters. As I said earlier, Flirty was mainly responsible for the plot. Early on I argued that Martin would be alarmed at Jenn suddenly acting like a slut and being defeated by ordinary burglars. Flirty believed on the contrary that he would love the idea. In other words, he wouldn't mind if his wife went around getting nailed by common thugs as long as he was getting more pussy out of it. To me it's a question of fantasy versus reality. People reading a story might enjoy seeing the heroine in sexual peril, but the actual characters IN the story would see things very differently. As a fantasy, Martin might like to imagine his superheroine wife in bondage (and there is an upcoming story on that theme), but when it comes down to her actually getting captured and boned by strangers, that hits too close to home. My take on that is that maybe he USED TO like that kind of thing, but by now reality has set in and he's not all that keen on the idea.

In any case I had agreed to follow Flirty's plot, so that meant I had to resolve this conflict and make it sound plausible. Consider the nature of mind control. If your mind is controlled by someone else, no matter how strangely he forces you to behave, you don't think there is anything unusual about it. If you did, your natural resistance would kick in and you would fight it. That would mean that throughout the story Jennifer would be struggling to fight off this abnormally slutty behavior that she is being forced to exhibit. But Flirty didn't want that. She wanted the spell to be so strong that Jennifer eagerly and willingly acted like a nympho.​

The brain deals with dissonance by rationalizing away abnormal behavior. In this case, Jenn latched onto the Zumerian hormones explanation. This gives her an excuse to think that her behavior is normal and not be unduly alarmed by it. It also gives Martin an excuse not to be unduly alarmed, because Jenn is not telling him the whole story. She is withholding a lot of what's going on from him.​

Unfortunately that same theory caused a problem when it came time to resolve the story as a whole. Flirty thought that when we were done humiliating her, Jenn could just "snap out of it". But to me it couldn't possibly be that easy. If she believes that her behavior is normal, what is there to snap out of? Way back in one of my earliest stories, the Enchanter did use his hypnotic powers on the Fox, and he got her to believe that she was in love with him. That spell lasted for about an hour, until something reminded her of Martin, and that caused a conflict -- how could she be in love with the Enchanter and be in love with Martin at the same time? The conflict broke the spell. In THIS story, the spell is obviously much, MUCH more powerful than that. It lasted for weeks! So breaking the spell wasn't going to be easy unless something from outside changed things.​

I had two ideas. Isis could randomly decide to visit Washington, run into the Fox and realize that something was wrong. That sounded way too "deus ex machina". Plus putting Isis and the Fox after the poor Enchanter would be overkill. That resolution wouldn't be very exciting. The other idea was that the spell simply runs out on its own, which is just as lame. Generally you want the heroine to have a part in rescuing herself. The only satisfying resolution I could think of called for the Enchanter to return and somehow break the spell himself. But why would he do that? I struggled with it for two weeks until I finally hit upon the demonic possession idea, which seemed to cover all the angles. ​

GPC points out that Jennifer wasn't acting like a person possessed. That's a good point. You have to remember than Flirty was driving most of the story. I had to resolve it as best I could. The way I'm thinking, it was mostly Tlazolteotl we were seeing, but sometimes she would allow Jenn's mind to catch glimpses of what was happening to her, so that she would suffer. He also says that it contradicts the story that the Enchanter told the thugs. Yes it does, because the Enchanter thought he had hypnotized her. He didn't realize that Tlazolteotl's spirit was in the amulet until much later. It's still the Enchanter's Revenge because he set up the ambush in the first place and used the amulet on her. Tlazolteotl for the most part was going along with his "hypnotic suggestion" because it suited her purposes too. I think I've already addressed Martin "being okay with his wife being defeated and having sex with criminals". I don't approve of that either, so I'm dropping that aspect of his character.

Now, I don't think that Flirty was 100% happy with the demonic possession idea either, because she likes the idea that the spell simply brought to the surface feelings that Jennifer already had. In other words, deep down Jennifer wants to act like slut but doesn't dare because of social reasons. That's Flirty's take on it.​

I disagree with that because that's simply not the way I originally imagined the character. A superheroine should be strong-willed and have a healthy sense of self-respect, which means that she doesn't give in to every jerk who comes along. Plus if she was sexually submissive, she wouldn't last long as a superheroine. This story, for example, demonstrates pretty vividly that she can either be a kickass superheroine or she can be a submissive nympho, but not BOTH! It's one or the other. I created her to be a kickass heroine, because that's what I like. ​

Of course I won't deny that there IS her Zumerian heritage to consider. Flirty has been urging me for a long time to have Jennifer act more like Ishtar. That's what I've been trying to do, gradually, through the Club X stories and the strip club and so on. But Ishtar isn't submissive! Ishtar is a COUGAR! If Jennifer is supposed to take after her, she'd be MORE aggressive, not less. In any case, she wouldn't be surrendering to hoodlums or having sex with common thugs.​ The trouble is that it's not easy to come up with story ideas where a character's private sex life gets mixed up with her public life, without making it a porn story. How is that supposed to work? Is she supposed to start having random sex with pretty much any man she runs into, for no reason? What does that have to do with being a superheroine?​

I hope this clears up a few things that might have caused some confusion about this story.

Centurion”
Thanks for replying to us Centurion,

I think Flirty's idea with the spell expiring has potential. The Enchanter has always wanted to get in the Fox's pants and failed every time. What if he decided to take The Fox after weeks of humiliating her? He has his way with her, but his plan backfires in the end. While they are having sex, she takes off the "pretty amulet" as it's in the way and very distracting. It breaks the spell and Fuchsia Fox kicks his ass after he fills her with his seed.

I agree and respect many of your points. I think scenes of the superheroine being sexually attracted and seduced by the villain to be more entertaining and sexy than just any random villain getting in the herione's pants. That's why I enjoyed the stories with Fuchsia Fox and Centurion. She finds him sexually attractive and have fallen for his charms. It seems natural for an attractive villain to charm a supereroine. He seduced her to have sex with him at her job (he wasn't aware of her job). That was a hot moment and I recall Jen NEVER telling Martin about her sexual encounters with Centurion. Please bring Centurion as I would enjoy him seducing the Fox again or the guy with the fire power who also turned her on.

I didn't enjoy the stories with Club X or the strip club as much as this story because Jen expressing her sexuality as Jennifer, and there was not many if very little sexual moments of Fuchsia Fox.

One idea is to introduce a new guy at Jen's job. He's a younger guy who is smart and respectful to his coworkers. Jen finds him to be attractive but doesn't act on her desires at first. She gets her moment as Fuchsia Fox as this guy is a kidnapped hostage and Fuchsia Fox defeats the villain. Jen takes the opportunity as Fuchsia Fox to seduce this young guy as he is very nervous by being so close to the beautiful heroine as she frees him. She calms his nerves and seduces him as a cougar would. Fuchsia Fox can have a secret affair with this guy only as The Fox and Martin would never know. Martin does not take part in her patrols and most missions.
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Hey everybody. Happy New Year!

So sorry that it's been so long since I've been on here. There's been a lot of mitigating circumstances in real life. Take heart, though, for I won't bore any of you with those details just now.

It was always my intent with this story to post an "after-story extra" that I have written up. There has been a lot of back and forth between Centurion and I regarding what I have written and where I am going with this, but he finally came around and gave me his blessing to go ahead and post what I have written and to proceed with some of my plans for the sexy Fuchsia Fox. His only condition is that I make it clear this is MY story extra, not his, and that he does not necessarily endorse this as Fuchsia Fox Universe Canon. To that, please note this and what follows by me is my own interpretation, not necessarily Centurion's.

Anyway, I will post ongoing as I write more and more. I hope all of you like what I have written and are okay with the direction in which I am taking the Fuchsia Fox. Your comments and objective criticisms are, as always, most welcome. :)


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(Note - The events that follow precede “The Enemy Within” and “Resident Evil” Fuchsia Fox stories that were subsequently posted.)


Enchanter's Revenge After-Story
By flirty_but_nice


Chapter 1 -


Sitting on the edge of her bed, Jennifer reached over to her laptop sitting on the nearby adjacent night table and used the mousepad to click on the “Close Session” button on her camgirl software console, and then she closed her laptop. Her body was still feeling faint quivers, as she slowly reached her hands up to her bared breasts, grabbing hold of the hem of her thin, tight white tank top and pulled it down to cover her perfectly formed breasts.

Her hands then slowly travelled downward, lightly caressing her exposed skin, while slowly sliding downward under her boy-short panties, grabbing hold of the LuvVibe Wi-Fi vibrator that was inserted into her most private part, slowly pulling the pleasure making implement, biting her lip in pleasure at the feeling as it slid out. She placed the vibe onto a wet cloth and began to wipe it clean when her cell phone, sitting next to her on the bed, began to play the chime of an incoming telephone call.

“Hi Martin, baby. Did you enjoy the show?”, she asked, knowing that the caller was her husband Martin.

“My God, Jennifer, that was the hottest cam show ever!”, he gushed, continuing, “Jennifer, you are the very definition of a Hot Wife. I love you so much!”

“Martin, I love you so much, too. So, umm, what part of the show did you enjoy the most?”, Jennifer asked, feeling a slight hint of embarrassment over the exhibitionist display she had agreed to partake in, at her away-on-business husband’s urging.

“Jenn, every part of it was amazing. From those sexy fuchsia colored boy-shorts of yours; that super sexy tight white tank top; The way your body slowly swayed to the seductive music you were playing; The way your nipples were increasingly standing to attention, so noticeable beneath the thin material of your top. Do you want to really know the absolute best part, though?”

Jennifer blushed, “Martin, of course I do. You know that.”

“Honey, the best part was when watching your body quiver as that one guy kept triggering the LuvVibe with those 100 token tips. The way you reached down and started to massage yourself through your panties. The way you then fell back onto the bed, overwhelmed by the intense vibrations. Jennifer, that was just so hot! The crème de la crème, though, was how when you fell back, the way your entire face came fully in view, your head tilted back with your eyes closed in ecstasy. I had completely forgotten that other users could join in your private show, so when several guys joined the chat room and started tipping like crazy to set the LuvVibe off over and over again, just wow! That was so hot seeing you like that, under the unrelenting control of the LuvVibe giving you good vibrations, but topping it off, knowing those guys could see the look of ecstasy on your beautiful face. I bet they probably blew their wads right then and there!”

“Martin, did you?”

“Jenn, I cannot tell a lie. After seeing those other users leaving tip after tip, setting your luv vibe off repeatedly; The look of ecstasy on your face; Yes, I couldn’t hold out any longer.”, Martin laughed, then adding, “I have to say, though, when you opened your eyes upon hearing the notification dings of more and more viewers joining the show, you were so calm and cool in just enjoying the moment, you just looked like such a sexy pro! And the way you calmly rose up and kissed goodbye into the camera. Jenn, you were spectacular!” Martin then asked, “What about you, Jenn, what was your favorite part? How did you like the way that the triggering of the LuvVibe was out of your control?”

“At first, it was just kind of like, okay, that’s nice. Like, that’s not bad, but that’s it? But then when those guys started giving the big tips setting it off in high intensity mode, I was like, Oh-My-God! I had no idea that the vibrations could be so intense!”

“So, you don’t mind that I got the LuvVibe for you and set it all up like I did, after all?”, Martin asked, looking for reassurance from his wife that she was okay with him having purchased the kinky remote vibrator device for her to use on cam.

“Martin, I have to admit, at first I was kind of taken aback by the whole idea of it. But hey, anything for you, darling, right?”, Jenn replied, with a wink, unseen by Martin on the other end of the phone call.

“Well, Jenn, yeah, I love that you are okay with such fun play, but at the end of the day, I only want you doing such things if YOU are into it, too. I gotta say, though, it sure did look like you were getting right into it, like, totally into it!”, Martin teased.

“Martin, it was feeling so good, but then when those guys turned up the intensity, combined with knowing how turned on it makes you to watch me, I just couldn’t help but collapsing back onto the bed. I hope you weren’t mad that I let my face come fully into view of the camera, especially with all those guys having joined in the fun. It was like I was frozen in place. I just felt almost hostage to the vibrations. I just couldn’t bring myself to try and move out of view, instead of just enjoying the moment.”

“Jennifer, it’s okay. Like I said, the fact that your face was in view, that just made it all so much better! Jenn, I have to ask, though, you don't think that somehow when you went to the Enchanter's bail hearing that somehow he managed to reactivate the spell on you do you? I mean, the fact that he was released on his own recognizance was really fishy.”

“Martin, nah, I’m pretty sure not. I mean the whole hearing is kind of a blur, but I’m sure if he somehow got into my head the results would be a lot more dramatic. Pretty darn sure it’s just my own desires taking hold of me. Regardless, though, I hope you really did enjoy the show. I have to admit, it was a lot more fun than I thought it would be.”

“Hey Jennifer, you’re the coolest. I have a question for you.”

Curious, Jennifer replied, “Yes, Martin?”

“Over the last few days while I‘ve been away, did you have a chance to peruse the Superheroine Peril Forums website I showed you?”

A couple of weeks back, after the incidents with the Enchanter and Tlazolteotl, when Jennifer and Martin were intimately recounting some of her indiscretions while under the Enchanter’s spell and being possessed by Tlazolteotl, Martin admitted to Jennifer how her telling him of the sexual encounters that she had, like so many times in the past, had really aroused him. In their talking more about it, Martin had come clean and admitted to Jennifer that in addition to just loving being the voyeur watching her, and watching her be watched, one of his kinky fantasy fetishes was enjoying a website called ‘SuperHeroinePerilForum.com’. Wanting to come totally clean about this kinky fetish, Martin went so far as to show Jennifer the website, in hoping she’d be open minded about that particular kink.

The website itself was a forum where stories, pictures, videos, and general discussion of both real and make-believe superheroines were posted, and he really hoped that both he and Jennifer could mutually share in and enjoy the steamy sexual peril fantasies. After all, fantasies shared are so much better than fantasies kept secret! Thankfully for Martin, rather than being angry or disgusted by it, Jennifer seemed intrigued and open minded about it, and to Martin's happy surprise, she even seemed very aroused by it.

“Well actually, as coincidence would have it, I did spend some time looking at it last night.”, Jennifer admitted.

“And?”, Martin excitedly asked, hoping that his wife was going to show even further enthusiasm and arousal for the website content.

“Martin, there’s a lot of stories on that site that are purely bent, demented trash.”

Martin felt his heart sink, but then Jennifer continued, “But there are other stories that I have to admit, are really kind of sexy and very arousing.”

“Did you read any of the stories under the Fuchsia Fox topic?” Martin asked, hopefully.

Jennifer answered with a chuckle, “Martin, okay, yes, I admit it, I am vain. I spent almost ALL of my time reading through the topic of myself.”,

“Anything in particular that caught your fancy?”, Martin asked.

“There were a few things that did. I mean, I have to admit that a lot of the pictures and videos of me that found their way online I think they’re quite sexy, but one thing in particular that really caught my eye was in the discussion area, the thread topic ‘Source of Fuchsia Fox’s Power’. There were a lot of crazy theories being put out there, but then I came across one post, I forget the guy’s username that posted it. Anyway, he posted that he thought the source of my powers are my bracelets. When I read that, nervous butterflies instantly filled my tummy!”

“Jenn, I’ve read through that thread as well and I did see that a few of the posters were hypothesizing about your bracelets. How does that make you feel that there are guys out there that have stumbled upon the truth?”

“Martin, it’s kind of scary, but at the same time, I don’t know why, but I got really turned on in reading what he and others in reply had to say. The theorizing that there must be ways to disable the power provided by my bracelets … just wow, all the different feelings I felt. A ton of apprehension, but at the same time, I felt incredible arousal and excitement. It was just so weird, but exhilarating reading some of the people correctly nail it.”

“Well, hopefully that guy’s theory won’t catch any mainstream traction. Don’t want every Joe Blow criminal out there knowing how your power is derived or how to try and disable your bracelets.”, Martin sympathised.

“No kidding, hey,”, Jennifer agreed, "but just think of all the saucy stories I would have to tell you, about guys trying to take my bracelets from me, having their way with me.

Throwing the subject of the peril forum back to Martin, Jennifer asked, “So Martin, what has most turned your crank on the website?”

Thinking for a moment, Martin then answered, “Hmm, that’s a good question, Jenn. I mean, there are just so many super hot pictures and videos of you posted there, but I think the thing that has most captured my imagination was in the story thread, I think it’s called ‘The Valkyries of the Valhalla Fight Club‘. The story is written as a sequel to the wrestling match that you had against the Shadow Tiger. This time with you having a cage match against all three of the sexy Valkyries at the same time.”

“Oh my god, Martin, I actually saw that story thread, but I haven't had time to read it, yet.”

“Jennifer, you have to find the time. I thought that story was super hot! The way it unfolded with you getting overwhelmed by the girls, then how the story went with that guy’s theory of how you your powers are derived, with the Valkyries managing to get one of your power bracelets off, then after some epic battling, how they managed to get your other bracelet off. It was really hot reading how they totally had their way with you after that. I have to admit it, Jenn, the story really got me feeling super hot under the collar imagining this scenario really happening to you!”

“Dude, ever hear of Spoiler alert? You’re so BAD, though, Martin, getting off on the idea your superheroine wife getting her little tushy handed to her. The Valkyrie girls then having their way with me. I can see how you would like that. I have to admit, though, just hearing you tell me about it, it's kind of getting me hot and bothered, too.”, Jenn admitted with a giggle.

“Jenn, you know what would be incredible?”

“What’s that, Martin?”

“Could you imagine how the thousands of users that have read that story, how they’d all have their minds blown if one of these times you actually accepted one of Rinaldi’s invitations for exactly that sort of cage match against the three Valkyries? Then during the match, if you just toyed with the girls, making a real show of it. I mean, everybody knows wrestling is mostly just fake and staged, but man, that would be sooooo cool seeing you for real as a participant in a match like that.”

“Ha! Martin, it sounds like you’ve given this quite a bit of thought, maybe too much.”, Jenn playfully chided with a laugh.

“Hey now, you can’t blame a guy for the incredibly erotic images of you in a cage match with three other uber hotties, their hands all over your body, your bodies intertwined! Mmm, Jenn, it would be so delicious.”

“Yeah, I suppose I could see how the story sort of coming close to happening would surely turn on all the peril forum fanboys, as well as, clearly, you!”, Jennifer teased.

“Jenn, when I get back in a couple of days, maybe we’ll have to talk a little bit more about this. See if I can convince you, for a worthy cause, of course. Like, maybe as a Fuchsia Fox Foundation fundraiser.”

Jennifer laughed, “Yeah, it might be fun, Martin, having you try to convince me.”

“Anyway, Jenn, I guess I had better get going. You up to anything else this evening?”

“Well, I don’t feel very tired yet, so I was just thinking of maybe donning the suit and doing a little bit of patrolling. See what sort of trouble I can get myself into.”, Jennifer said.

“I love you, Jennifer. You be careful out there. I can’t wait to see you in a couple of days. Kisses, babe.”

“I love you too, Martin, and can’t wait to see you, too. In the meantime, enjoy your ‘Fuchsia Fox in peril’ daydreaming.”

“Ha! You know I will, babe. Nighty night, Jenn.”


***


[Chapter 2-


Before Jenn could offer up another reply, she heard the line disconnect on the other end. Setting her phone aside, Jennifer was surprised by just how aroused this whole conversation with Martin had made her. Jennifer’s thoughts replaying in her mind the saucier parts of his description of the Valkyrie’s Cage Match story, her arousal growing even more just thinking about it.

Moments later, Jenn snapped out of her daydream and transformed into the Fuchsia Fox, flying out of her penthouse apartment, looking forward to getting some fresh air, to try and clear her head of the pent-up sexual arousal that she was feeling as a result of all the sexually suggestive playing with Martin.


***


After flying around for about forty-five uneventful minutes, the Fox was thinking about heading back to her apartment for a good night’s sleep, when all of a sudden, the sight of familiar looking white van caught her eye. Jennifer almost instantly recognized the van from a few weeks ago. Although there was no visible company insignia or other official identifiers on the van, the pronounced dent to the left rear bumper was the confirming characteristic.

The Fox’s body was instantly hit by a powerful wave of apprehensive arousal, as she was certain that the van was Max and Johnny’s, the two common thieves she had a run-in with several weeks earlier while she was under the Enchanter’s spell. Butterflies filled Jennifer's tummy as she thought about when she had initially told Martin about Max and Johnny kicking her tushy and having their way with her, how her husband had become so very noticeably turned on. When she told him that they even had video of them having their way with her, how Martin had said he wished he could see that video!

As she flew high above the moving van, following it to see where it went, Jenn was increasingly experiencing feelings of growing excitement, thinking of how Martin had confided to her how he is into the kinky fetish of superheroine sexual peril. After having perused some of the websites dealing with the saucy subject matter, Jenn had herself started to find herself increasingly intrigued and aroused by the topic. Thus, it was with much excited anticipation that Jennifer thought that if this was indeed Max and Johnny in the moving van she is following, how she could confront them and hopefully get a copy of that saucy video they had of her, the superheroine the Fuchsia Fox, for her to then in turn share with Martin. The tingling between her thighs was causing the superheroine to feel sexually intoxicated!


** To Be Continued …**
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Hey everybody. I hope everybody is doing well!

Sorry I haven’t been around. Crazy times. Been thinking a lot about this story and, although I’m not quite there yet to post the next part, I did do a few edits to Chapter 1 of my after story, so feel free to reread that part. The changes were subtle, so no big affect, but still. :)

I hope to soon add new parts. Your patience is appreciated.
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Hi Flirty,

There is nothing better than to see you back to the forum, and waiting for next part, best wishes.

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Sorry it took so long, but here is the next part ...

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After tailing the van for what was becoming too long of a period of time, finally it pulled up to a small commercial warehouse in a rundown industrial area. Watching from above, the Fox saw one of the two guys, she could not tell if it was Max or Johnny, get out of the Van and unlock the grade level overhead door. He watched the van as it backed inside, looking round to make sure there was nobody following. He failed to look up, for if he did, he might have seen the Fuchsia Fox hovering high above. Closing the door, the man slipped inside.

The Fox surveyed the outside of the small warehouse, the only entrances appeared to be the front overhead door, which was now closed, and an adjacent mandoor.

The Fox first landed by the solid metal panel overhead door, giving it a gentle lift by the handle. It was locked shut and did not budge. Undeterred, she then walked up to and tried the man-door, which to her chagrin, was also locked. Not to worry, though, she is a powerful superheroine!

A simple dead bolted door lock was no match for the Fox’s superhuman strength. Grasping hold of the handle, the Fox engaged her power and pulled the door straight open, causing the dead bolt to break through the door jam. Without hesitation, she went inside.

On the other side of the door Max was startled by the loud sound of the front door being broken open, causing him to immediately turn to see what was happening. To his delight, rather than dismay, he saw the Fuchsia Fox enter the storage facility. “The Fuchsia Fox! Wow, what a wonderful sight for weary eyes. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Well, well, if it isn’t Max. I thought that was your moving van I saw.”, the Fox replied.

Turning her head to look toward the back of the moving van, she located Johnny stepping out carrying some moving boxes out of the Van, she then added, “I see you two are still up to no good thievery.”

While Johnny put the boxes down, Max argued, “You have it all wrong, Foxy. Like we told you that glorious night awhile back, you know, that night I fucked you and you gave Johnny here a grade A blowjob, we are honorable men and there is a lot more going on here than you have any idea about.”

Seeing Johnny remove an aerosol can from his coat, the Fox warned, “Easy there, Johnny, that little trick won’t work on me this time.”

Johnny countered, “It seemed to work mighty fine on you last time. In fact, as I recall, it had an outstanding affect on you.”

Still focussed on Johnny, the Fox rebutted, “Well, last time you guys caught me by surprise. Obviously, that’s not the case this time.”

Jennifer turned to look back at Max, but just as her head turned to look his way, a mist greeted her face, as Max was spraying her from his own aerosol can, which he pulled out while she was looking at Johnny.

“Ha! Looks like you’re wrong about that, Foxy.”, Max taunted in seeing the Fox’s face being engulfed by the intoxicating mist.

The Fox was no fool, though. Having anticipated their actions, she had her force-shield engaged, the normally subduing mist simply falling away from her face without her accidentally inhaling. At least it all would have, except that, preoccupied by naughty arousing thoughts from so much that she had read from the Superheroine in Peril Forums, the Fox for some inexplicable reason, chose to purposefully breath in a small amount of the sweet smelling mist just as most of it was falling away.

Almost immediately she felt a tingling sensation flow through her body, from the tips of her fingers to the tips of her toes. The delightful feeling was coupled with an immediate noticeable sensation of light-headedness. Her legs felt a little bit unsteady. Having inhaled such a small amount of the mist, the amount ingested was not enough to incapacitate the spunky superheroine, though it was enough to cause her a bit of a delightful buzz.

As Max approached, teasingly, the Fox feigned a slight stumble backward.

“Guys, you don’t have to worry. The reason I am here today isn’t to bring you to justice or interfere in your illegal activities.”

“Yeah right.” Johnny interjected. “Then why are you here?”

“Well, if you must know, I am actually here to talk to you two about our last encounter.”, Jenn started.

From behind, Johnny grabbed the Fox’s wrists which were hanging by her sides, drawing her arms around her back, securing the superheroine into place by his hold. Moving his head intimately close to the Fox, he spoke into her left ear, “Oh yeah, so what is it you want to talk about?”

Not at all panicked, confident in her superpower advantage, the Fox chose to not offer up any resistance, instead simply allowing Johnny to manipulate her into a seemingly defenseless position. She answered, “At our last meeting, Johnny, I remember that you had out your cell phone and were recording our little saucy encounter. Do you still have copy of that video?”

Not waiting for Johnny to answer, Max did instead, “Of course we still have copy of the video. Fox, if you think we’re going to just surrender the video to you, you’re crazy, though. I mean, one, you looked so incredible in it, like a seasoned porn star, and two, no way we’re going to give up that trump card we can hold over you.”

While Max was answering, Johnny adjusted his hold so that he was holding both of the Fox’s hands securely with his left hand, while having moved his right hand back around the Fox’s body, onto the front of her halter top, caressing the Fox’s right breast. The resulting hardening of her nipples was not lost upon the groping villain, nor the leering eyes of Max, his cohort.

A very subtle sigh of pleasure inadvertently escaped from the Fox’s mouth, followed by, “Guys, I’m not asking you to give up your so called leverage over me, but what I do want is a copy of the video to be messaged to me.”

In shock, Johnny released the Fox from his grasp while at the same time Max’s jaw dropped open.

“Wait a minute, you mean to tell us that you came here, broke into our warehouse, all so that you could just ask us to send you a copy of the video of us nailing you?”, Johnny asked, disbelievingly.

“Crazy, isn’t it, but yeah, that’s the gist of it, guys. So, do a girl a favor?”, the Fox replied.

Max reached for his cell phone, opened the photos app, and after briefly searching through the videos folder, highlighted the sexy Fox video in question, then asked, “Fox, what’s your cell number? I’ll message the video to you right now.”

“Not so quickly, there, cowboy. I’m not about to just give you guys my contact number. Hand me the phone, I’ll input the number myself and then delete the message from your phone when the message sends through.”

Max looked at Johnny, who was still wearing an expression of shocked surprise, nodded his head and shrugged, signaling his approval. Handing his cell phone over to the Fox, Max agreed, “Okay Foxy, fair enough.”

While she typed in her private Fuchsia Fox cell phone number into Max’s text message app, the Fox asked, “So tell me guys, this video, you haven’t shared it anywhere have you, like uploaded to the internet or anything like that?”

Johnny immediately answered, “Well, we might have shown the video to a few of our friends, but no, we haven’t uploaded it to any porn sites or social media sites or anything like that. Max and I are the only ones that have actual copy of the video.”

Max added, “Why do you ask, Fox, are you wanting us to put the video out there?”

Having hit send and watching the cell phone screen for confirmation of the iMessage video successfully sending, the Fox responded, “God no, and please, don’t ever put the video out there. I mean, obviously, as I am sure you will understand, it would not be the best thing for my reputation.”

“Don’t worry, Fox, we’ll keep the video just between us and you. Speaking of which, for what purpose are you wanting the video?”

“Let’s just say for my own personal enjoyment, okay.”

“Okay Fox, sounds good to us.”, Max said.

“Say, Fox, let me ask you a question …”, Johnny started.

“Yes, Johnny?”

“Last time, although you gave me a fantastic blowjob, I kind of felt ripped off in that Max here got to bone you, but I didn’t. What do you say we correct that discrepancy? Just in the name of fairness, of course.”

Ignoring Johnny’s question, the Fox was growing impatient as the text message was not going through. Sensing the superheroine’s frustration, Max asked, “A problem, Fox?”

“Yes, there is. The stupid message isn’t going though. It looks hung.”, the Fox answered.

“Here, let me see.”, Max said, as he reached out to take his cell phone from the Fox.

Jennifer handed the phone to Max, just as she found herself again being taken into Johnny’s arms as he once again reached around the sexy superheroine. Gently kissing her neck from behind, while slowly moving his hands up the bared skin of Jennifer’s midriff, Johnny whispered into the Fox’s ear, “Come on, Fox, let me get nasty on that sexy body of yours. If you like, we can even video record it again and send you the video of that, too.”

Distracted by Johnny’s sexual advances, the Fox did not notice Max pressing the buttons on his cell phone to snap a screenshot of the sending iMessage, complete with the Fox’s cell number displayed. Seeing that the screenshot had auto saved to his photos, Max looked up to see the Fox’s gaze looking back at him.

“Yeah, the message is just hung at the moment. Crappy cellular service in this industrial park. Sending pictures or videos sometimes takes a few minutes. It should go through soon. In the meantime …”

Max minimized the iMessage app and brought up his camera app, switching it to video. Pointing the cell phone at the Fox, he then pressed the record button. “Like Johnny suggested, how about we just film a little bit more of you, Fox.”

The cell phone began recording just as Johnny’s hands slid their way up and under the Fox’s halter top, both of his hands taking hold of Jennifer’s firm, pert breasts.

Jennifer could not believe how incredibly aroused she was becoming in seeing Max’s cell phone now recording her with Johnny’s groping hands under her halter top, massaging her breasts. Her breaths were beginning to become rapid as she felt extreme excitement overtaking her body, resulting in a noticeable tingling occurring between her legs.

Breathlessly, the Fox warned, “Careful guys, if you cross the line, I can get the cops here in an instant to bust your asses.”

Still filming, Max took issue, “Not so fast, Fox. Security film on that front entrance door will clearly show you illegally breaking and entering our premises. Pretty sure that constitutes an illegal search that would be inadmissible in court. Furthermore, if push comes to shove, we can file charges for your illegal break and entry and then the beloved Fuchsia Fox would find her hot little tushy in a vat of hot water.”

Ignoring the verbal jousting between Max and the Fox, Johnny kept up the sexual advances on the seemingly complicit superheroine, lifting her halter top so that her bared breasts were now in clear view of Max’s camera, the only obstruction being Johnny’s own groping hands.

Releasing his left hand from the Fox left breast, Johnny grabbed the Fox’s chin and twisted her head towards his, engaging the Fox in a deep, tongue filled kiss.

Twisting her body around, the Fox removed Johnny’s right hand from her breast and pulled her halter top back down to cover her breasts from the view of the camera.

In protest, Johnny affirmed max’s warning, “Max is right, Fox, we have clear evidence of your breaking into this warehouse of ours. That’s a crime, so maybe you best not protest so much.”

Protest she did not, as Johnny grabbed hold of and pulled the Fox back to his body, she letting him, as he again engaged the superheroine in a deep kiss.

Oh god, this is so hot!, the Fox thought to herself as she allowed her tongue to intertwine and dance with Johnny’s.

From behind her, Max stopped taking video. Sliding his cell phone into his pocket, he reached out and began to untie the straps of the Fox’s halter top behind her neck. Jennifer felt her garment come undone but didn’t worry about it, instead continuing to enjoy Johnny’s kissing while butterflies of excitement tickled her tummy.

Releasing the Fox, Johnny then turned the superheroine around, her halter top falling down to expose her beautiful breasts, with nipples erect to their fullest, the garment held onto her body only by the strap around her back.

Max immediately reached for his phone again, once again beginning to record the superheroine’s heavenly, exposed body.

Unresisting, Jennifer allowed Johnny to push her forward against the end of a counter top, guiding her upper body down onto the counter surface, holding her in place with his left hand, while undoing his pants with his right.

“I am going to fuck you, Fox. Say it’s okay.”, Johnny demanded.

“Oh god,”, Fox breathlessly replied, caught up in the heat of the moment.

“Say it, Fox tell me you want me to fuck you!”, Johnny again commanded.

“Mmm, Please ... yes.”, the Fox lustily responded, lost in her depraved bliss.

Her response was all Johnny had to hear, as he immediately lifted up the Fox’s skirt, grabbed hold of the waistband of the her panties, and hastily pulled them down her legs to her knees. Then grabbing hold of his stiffened wanker, Johnny guided it toward the Fox’s already well lubricated opening, pushing himself easily inside of the Fox’s love tunnel.

Max stepped around to the side of the Fox and Johnny, giving him and his camera a clear view of Johnny’s penis as it thrust in and nearly out of the Fox’s opening, Johnny pushing back and forth at an increasingly vigorous pace.

‘Oh my god, this is going to be such a hot scene for Martin to watch!’, Jennifer thought to herself, imagining her husband getting off in watching yet another video of her being taken by Max and Johnny.

Weirdly, as Jennifer felt her excitement start to build closer and closer toward an explosive crescendo, the thought never even entered her mind of just how wrong it was to let these two common hoods sexually have her like they were doing. Instead, her thoughts seemed only to be about how aroused all of this was making her and to the building excitement within her.

Before Jennifer’s body could reach a satisfying crescendo, though, Johnny let out a guttural grunt as his own orgasm exploded, filling the Fox deeply with his liquid seed.

Grabbing hold of the Fox by her hips, Johnny held her in place as he thrust as deeply as possible into her, urging every last drop of his manjuice out.

“Oh god, Fox, wow! You are sooooo tight!”, Johnny marveled.

With no more liquid to urge out, Johnny finally pulled out of the sexy superheroine, stepping aside and pulling his pants up.

“Wow, Fox, looks like you need a little more action. I think it’s my turn to have a go.”, Max said, handing the phone over to Johnny, with the unspoken understanding being that Johnny was going to again record Max taking his turn in fucking the Fuchsia Fox.

With the pause in the action, Jennifer pushed herself up off of the counter top and turned around, to the sight of Max having just pulled his pants and underwear down and off, his boner standing to glorious stiff attention.

“I want to look at your face as I fuck you.”, Max proclaimed, as he took hold of Jennifer’s shoulders and slowly pushed her backward until she backed into the same counter she had just moments before been leaning against stomach down.

Jennifer didn’t protest or resist as Max grabbed hold of her by her butt-cheeks and hoisted her up onto the counter. Grabbing hold of the undersides of her thighs, he pulled the Fox toward him, abruptly guiding his stiff man-rocket into her dripping wet, freshly used pussy, pushing it’s length fully inside of her.

Once inside, as he started to slowly pump himself in and almost out of her, Max grabbed hold of the Fox by the back of her head and pulled her mouth up to his, engaging the superheroine in a deep, passionate kiss.

Jennifer again did not resist, instead just submissively going with it, her own tongue actually taking the initiative to push inside of Max’s mouth to dance with his tongue.

Having moved to the side of the two lovers, Johnny pressed the play button on the phone’s screen, recording yet another video of the sexy scene.

.....

The Fox was still lying on her back coming down from her multiple orgasms when she opened her eyes to the sight of Max standing a few feet away doing up the belt on his pants, as he was now fully dressed. Catching the superheroine staring at him, he spoke.

“You know, Fox, I think the three of us would make a really good team.”

Propping herself up and pulling her halter top back up to conceal her bared chest, as she tied the straps back around her neck, Jennifer inquired, “Oh yeah, and how’s that? I fight crime and save people. Meanwhile, you and Johnny steal from and rip people off.”

Johnny chimed in, while hungrily taking in the exquisite sight of the superheroine as she slid off the counter and continued to sort out her outfit. “That’s not true, Fox. There’s a lot more to what we do than you know.”

“Yeah right.”, Jenn dismissed.

Max expanded upon Johnny’s claim, “It’s true, Fox. We don’t just rip off anybody. The people we rob, they’re all criminals.”

“And how do you know that?”

Johnny answered for Max, “You’re naive, Fox. Things aren’t all black and white like you think.”

Max elaborated, “We work with a certain somebody. When there are crooks beyond the reach of the law, he tips us off and we go to work, robbing them of their ill begotten gains. It’s not like they can just go to the cops. Like, police sniffing around is the last thing they want.”

“And then we take what we’ve taken from them and we give most of it away. Sure we pocket enough for ourselves, but most of it goes to those that really need a helping hand.”, Johnny added.

“So you guys fancy yourselves as modern day Robinhoods?”, Jennifer sceptically asked.

“Yeah, good one. I suppose we do.”, Max conceded, proudly.

“And just who is this certain somebody that tips you off on your heist targets.”

Max and Johnny looked at each other, both wanting to spill the beans, but both knowing they are bound by the confidentiality of their arrangement.

Max then broke the contemplative silence, “Obviously, we can’t tell you his name, but let’s just say there’s a certain well connected billionaire whose idea of philanthropy is to hit the untouchable criminals back by taking the possessions they have funded from crime.”

Jennifer was dubious, but the mention of a billionaire benefactor caused the name of Thomas Westerton to immediately pop into her mind.

“Fox, there’s a high falooten heiress that we’re supposed to rob, to take back a bunch of stolen art, but she has security coming out of the yingyang. Maybe you could help us out?”

“Umm yeah, no, I don’t think so.”

Johnny interjected, “Fox, don’t be so quick to dismiss the idea. And remember, we have these compromising videos of you.”

Max added, “And video of you breaking into our warehouse. Wouldn’t want your squeaky clean image to get tarnished now, would you?”

“Oh my god, are you two actually trying to blackmail me into helping you in your crimes?”

In asking the question, the Fox actually felt a growing ping of apprehension in knowing that these two common thieves actually now DID have leverage over her! In addition to apprehension, Jenn felt butterflies of arousal at the idea of being beholden to these two cads.

Johnny noticed how prominently the Fox’s nipples had become, clearly now trying to poke through the thin material of her halter top. “Fox, judging by the delectable sight of your hard, protruding nipples, I’d say you like the idea!”

Glancing down at her chest, Jenn felt a wave of embarrassment in seeing just how aroused her nipples had become, as well as the tingles of excitement she was now feeling between her legs.

She stammered, “I ... I, no, I can’t help you guys.”

Sensing the Fox’s growing panic, Max tried to alleviate the growing tension. “Relax, Fox. You don’t have to give us an answer tonight.” Turning to Johnny, Max continued, “Johnny, text these latest videos to the Fox as well, will you?”

As if startled by the suggestion, he acknoledged, “Sure, okay.” Johnny fumbled to grab hold of his cell phone, bringing up the previously sent text and pressing the appropriate buttons to send the newly minted sex videos.

Jenn stood there, silently, flabbergasted at the turn of events.

Seeing how uncomfortable she was, Max decided it was time to wrap things up. “Fox, what we said about helping people, it’s true. If you don’t believe us, come back here next Saturday during the day. We’re going to be holding a charitable giveaway. You can see for yourself how we’re helping people here.”

He continued, “In the meantime, I think we’re all done here. Enjoy the videos we sent you. And give it some thought, with help from a superheroine like you, that sure would make our jobs easier, less dangerous.”

The Fox did not hesitate in taking the out Max had just provided. “I’ll give it some thought, guys. But please, let’s just keep all of this between us.”

Both Max and Johnny nodded in agreement, Max giving verbal confirmation, “You bet, Fox. You’ll have our number from the texts. Think about next Saturday. We hope to see you.”

“We’ll see.”, Jenn offered, before making her hasty exit. So hasty in fact, that she had completely forgotten about wiping the saucy texts sent from their cell phone to her private Fuchsia Fox cell phone.

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Hi Flirty,

Before I made a reading on the latest part of the Fuchsia Fox adventure, I want to say, welcome come back and miss you for a long time. ; )


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Hi Flirty,

We wait for almost a year to get a new update of Fuchsia Fox adventure, and this one, no doubt worth doing so.

I think Jennifer had an alternative personality in this “after-story”, for me, it established an exciting, saucy, and well-designed plot at the beginning of this story. Yet, as Centurion pointed, this story-extra may not recognize as the orthodox Fuchsia Fox series.

The reason is that Fuchsia Fox is more like the other girl from the Fuchsia Fox parallel universe -- they shared the same superpower, appearance, and personal relationships. However, those two girls had various attitudes on sex.

Indeed, I am a big fan of this after-story, yet, it should note that the "Jenn" in this story is not the same person we used to know as " plain Jennifer" in the orthodox Fuchsia Fox adventure. In other words, it has a bit awkward to see Jenn plays Fuchsia Fox as Jennifer did. That is to say, Fox seems more and more open to using her sexy body as a fatal attraction in her recent adventures, which Fox distracts her opponents in dangerous situations within the battle (e.g., Fuchsia Fox: Rumble in da Hood). However, Fox may not be so open if we compared her early career as a superheroine (Fuchsia Fox: Temptation Eyes).

In other words, in Fuchsia Fox's early episodes, Fox is usually forced to show her sexual allure to strange men. However, in this after-story, Jenn's Fox presents as an easy-girl who makes sex again with two ordinary thugs even though she had no longer under Enchanter's dark magic spell. In my view, this after-story partly weakens the personality that Fuchsia Fox used to establish herself as an innocent but flirt supergirl, who is brave, smart, and faithful to her lover, instead of indulging herself under-controlled by lust and submissively taken by two low-lifes.

It probably reasonable if Jennifer re-shaped her personality through five to ten episodes in the future, but for now, we did not find such a re-shape process, and that maybe the reason I felt strange about Jenn's personality on sex.

The change of personality reminds me of Fuchsia Fox’s adventure had already continued for almost ten years. It makes sense both Jennifer and Fox’s characters, battle experiences, and motivations as a superheroine may change a lot within ten years of fight. Or Fox is even willing to make a temporary variation for a naughty attempt to a new lifestyle. (E.G., in this after-story, Jenn chose to purposefully breathe in a small amount of the sweet-smelling mist in Max and Johnny’s warehouse) From this side of view, this extra-story can also be seen as a rewarding attempt or supportive evidence that, at least, partly demonstrated the open relationship between Martin and his superheroine wife and presented their openness to try a new lifestyle.

It probably not a big deal for Jenn, no matter her decision to intentionally be "captured" again by two ordinary thugs, or even let them exploited her personal phone number at the end of Chapter 2 -- a leak on a phone number cannot threaten her secret identity. Yet, I am curious about whether you will make a full development in this story that details Martin and Jenn's dialogue that mentioned the story named “source of Fuchsia Fox’s power” on the superheroine peril forum. Besides, Martin’s favorite post, “The Valkyries of the Valhalla Fight Club,” can be written as a super hot story (either the parallel universe or not) in new Fuchsia Fox episode, if possible. :blush:


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Hi dodo. Thank you for your very nice welcome back, and as always, for your very detailed, excellent feedback.

I totally understand your perspectives. Without meaning to issue spoilers, in case it was not so obvious in what I have so far written, but I hinted about the Fox having had another contact with the Enchanter.

See, the thing is, the story was entitled the enchanters “revenge”, so what I am sort of going for is that, contrary to how the original story wrapped up, in reality the Enchanter DOES successfully get his revenge! The Fox felt that her superpower force shield protects her from the Enchanter’s spells, and that it was purely because of the demoness that possessed her body that all of her deep dark sexual desires overtook her, but what I want to go for is that the Fox is mistaken, that she is vulnerable to the Enchanter’s spell, his revenge, and in fact, per the story title, the Enchanter, at the end of the day, DOES get his revenge in planting the sexual spell upon the superheroine.

Being that a couple of stories were released after the Enchanters Revenge, in the extra, I am just wanting to establish the sexual change in Jennifer and show how that plays into her increasingly open relationship with Martin.

Moving forward, there is a change in the Fox’s power bracelets and image enhancer that I want to work into play, and please do know, the Valkyries of the Valhalla Fight Club is a story that I am already well into writing up! There’s a whole host in dramatic changes I have planned coming for the Fox, the issue (other than finding the time to actually write all of it up) is sorting out the timing chronology of all the saucy things I have planned.

Note, I am not nearly as imaginative and gifted of a writer as Centurion was, and being that I am much darker in personality than Centurion was, the Fox under my guidance will have to evolve away from being quite as wholesome as he had made her out to be. I suspect that such changes may not sit well with fans of the Fuchsia Fox, but if I am to carry on the Fox series, she has to evolve to sync up more with my stylings. The alternative, I’m afraid, is to just let the series pass, with Centurion’s own unfortunate departing.

I’ll hopefully do my best. :)
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Well, thanks for your reply, Flirty. I never thought about Enchanter had made a successful revenge on Fox, because superheroine usually and always win in the end, at least in most traditional superheroine stories. What a naughty plot design!

I am open to changes, no matter the directions, because the change is inevitable for a superheroine and ourselves in both fiction and real world. I don’t think you are not a creative writer than Centurion did. I mean, both of you made a fabulous creation but in various subjects. Centurion, for me, is good at present a fantasy world that far beyond our normal life. But Flirty, I think you are good at exploit inner-conflict within the protagonist’s characteristics and set up unanticipated trap that allure Jennefier exposed or revealed her dark side in mind that under the mask of her sperheroine identity. Considering you had already co-write Fuchsia Fox series for more than four years, Centurion must, at least, mostly accepted and recognized both of your writing skills and preference on story designing for no doubt.

Also, I am so exciting to hear your planned the next Fuchsia Fox adventure episode that changed Fox’s power bracelets and image enhancer, I hope you had already given such change a logic reason and explained the new mechanism with enough details. A superheroine who changed or upgraded the function of her power items and even her costumes should also accepted as a method that helping the story and fiction world moving forward in a creative way.



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Flirty,

I really like where you are taking the Fox. I am very excited to have you continue down this new path and see where it goes. Your latest update was exactly what I was hoping for with Fox and I hope you continue her story.

Thanks,

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Dodo, as always, thank you so much for your kind words & encouragement!

Koi, so nice to hear from somebody new and thank you also for your kind words. It’s terrific to know that there are readers that are interested in more!
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Everybody, as a reminder, in the timeline there are 2 stories posted after this one (Enchanter’s Revenge). In order, the are ...

The Enemy Within
viewtopic.php?f=9&t=32825

and

Resident Evil
viewtopic.php?f=9&t=32856

When I next post a continuation by me, it will be building upon the extra that I’ve posted here, but in the timeline of coming after Resident Evil. I have so many ideas I want to write up and have been day dreaming about where to go and how to tie things together for the better parts of the past year. I just have to find the time to transfer it all from my air headed mind to paper, if you will. Your patience is appreciated. Thank you all!
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flirty_but_nice wrote:
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When I next post a continuation by me, it will be building upon the extra that I’ve posted here, but in the timeline of coming after Resident Evil. I have so many ideas I want to write up and have been day dreaming about where to go and how to tie things together for the better parts of the past year. I just have to find the time to transfer it all from my air headed mind to paper, if you will. Your patience is appreciated. Thank you all!
I'm curious, as someone who likes what's you've written here with the follow-up, and where it's going.

Do you mean that you're done with the follow-up chapters to this story, now? So the next content is going to be in a brand new story? Or are you still wrapping with extra epilogue chapters for this story?

I'm definitely looking forward to seeing some longer-term sexy perils for the Fox to come, however.
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I mean that the next content is going to be in its own story. I figure it’s okay to now leave the “extra”, with it sort of established that the Fuchsia Fox was mistaken in her belief that in and of itself that she was immune to the Enchanter’s spells, but rather, she is very deeply still under his spell in that how it is now deeply engrained in her sexual behaviour and affecting her judgement and even power. Plus how she just now might be somewhat trapped into allowing herself to be a pawn of Max and Johnny’s.

My plan is to pick up the story and continuing adventures in the aftermath of the Resident Evil story. So many ideas that I have been trying to work out into one next story to come. I am so excited about getting words down to paper, as it were. :)
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Hey Flirty, any progress on this? I hope you are still planning on continuing the adventures of Fuchsia Fox.
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koirussell wrote:
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Hey Flirty, any progress on this? I hope you are still planning on continuing the adventures of Fuchsia Fox.
Hi. Progress is occurring, as I still am mapping out various directions and storylines in my mind, constantly, like daydreaming about things almost everyday. I have started writing up things as well, though my problem has been, a) actually finding private writing time, and b) trying to sort out all of the saucy scenarios into a synchronous timeline that makes sense, occurring after “Resident Evil”.

I guess all I can appeal for is patience, as I am a much better reader than writer. :)
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