Stella
and the Minx #21:
How
Night Fox Girl Became a Woman
Everyone
knows the
Minx is Megapolis’ Sexy Sentinel, but how did she get
there? Lean her
secrets in this special flashback issue!
Marcus
Lycus
October
2008
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I
Issue
21 –
How
Night Fox Girl became a woman
Gloria
Barbarossa stepped off the Pan-Am flight at
Miami airport. She walked silently out of the terminal.
Warren was
waiting in his convertible. They drove downtown without
saying a word.
The
funeral home was already crowded. Most of
the guests were retirees, snowbirds from Megapolis who knew Wes Adams
there. Others were people he had helped in the last two years
in Miami;
the grandmother swindled by the con artist, the store-owner in trouble
with a
loan shark, and the family whose house was burned down by a greedy
developer. They lined up to express their condolences to
Warren, he just
nodded and thanked them quietly. No one took much note of
Gloria, which
was for the best. It would awkward to explain her connection
to the late
millionaire.
Her
job was to wait by the door and watch for a
certain kind of guest.
She
spotted one, a tall, tan muscular man, his teeth
were almost unnaturally white, his eyes sparking with their own
light.
She smoothly moved to intercept him before he joined the other mourners.
“Colonel
Liberty” she whispered “I think you want to
join the ‘private service’ in the rear
salon.” The man smiled and nodded
and ducked through the door she indicated. There was a flash
of light
from under the door and Gloria moved back to the wake.
The
Minx spotted a few other heroes and heroines and
showed them to the ‘private service’. The
wake was almost over, but she
was dreading what would come next.
Then
she spotted her. She was older of course
and they had never met in person. She’d retired
almost 20 years ago after
all. But the Minx had spent years studying Wes’
files, and even grey
hair, wrinkles and an extra 30 pounds couldn’t hide that face.
“Night
Cat” she hissed.
***
Night
Cat
– During the early
50s this sexy cat burglar bedeviled Night Fox and Ferret, committing
daring
cat-themed robberies and setting up elaborate death traps.
Rumor had it
her whole career was just a ruse to get the Cunning
Crusader’s attention.
She disappeared in 1953, some said it was due to a broken heart when
Night Fox
refused her affections. – The Kirby Guide
to Heroes and Villains, 1971
edition
***
“Excuse
me madam, how do you know the
deceased?” Gloria asked while politely but firmly
taking her arm.
“Oh
we had a professional relationship.
Professional and personal you might say.”
“It
must have been some time ago.”
“Oh
you’d be surprised, we stayed in touch over the
years. I’d like to pay my respects.”
Gloria
looked her over. The former villainess
seemed sincere. And she was certainly in no shape to cause
any real
trouble. She released the aging villainess’ arm and
let her go.
The
aging woman shuffled in, whispered something to
Warren, left a flower on the coffin, sobbed a few times and left.
The
Minx watched her carefully, she thought she saw a
hint of a smile. But only a hint.
Finally
the wake was over and guests had left.
Warren told them Wes’ remains would be cremated and scattered
on the grounds of
stately Adams Manor. Everyone agreed it was a touching
gesture.
The
Gloria and Warren wheeled the coffin into the
back room and started peeling off their clothes. Gloria took
a
vacuum-sealed coat out of her bag, as soon as she opened it, it
expanded to
full-size. For Warren it was a bit hard to squeeze into his
old Ferret
costume but he managed. She nodded and he pushed a button on
the
apparatus. There was a flash of light, and they were gone.
***
They
appeared in a flash of light aboard the old
Avenging League of Justice satellite. Everyone was
waiting. Dozens
of them. Some in black suits, some in costume, all there to
honor the
fallen Night Fox. Even the Minx couldn’t name all
of them.
Warren
greeted them. “I… I just want to thank
you all for coming. I don’t think I’ve
seen so many of us together since
the Liberator and the American Dream died in that plane
accident. I just
want you to know, Wes… Night Fox, would really appreciate
this.”
There
were murmurs of agreement from the assembled
heroes. Someone handed Warren a glass and he raised
it. “To Night
Fox!”
“To
Night Fox!” They all echoed and downed
their glasses.
The
mass of heroes split up into different cliques.
The Minx and Ferret made a slow circuit, talking to each one.
Here
was a knot of Night Fox’s old comrades from the
World War II Invading Society of Justice. There were his
allies from the
60s Avenging League of Justice. Finally there were some
modern heroes.
Ferret
exchanged cordial greetings with them while
the Minx tried not to make eye contact.
“Armor
Man thank you for coming.” She muttered
unconvincingly.
“Always
a pleasure foxy, always a pleasure.”
“And
Liberator Woman… nice to uh, see you again.”
“Have
we met?” The blonde asked innocently.
“No,
we never have.” She turned away.
“Oh,
Arrow Man.”
“Foxy.”
“Um,
thanks for coming.”
“Yeah,
well, I only met him a few times but Night Fox
was a stand up kind of guy. Not like some people you meet
these days.”
“Um,
yeah… Thanks.”
“Oh
Minx! Good to see you again! I’m so
sorry about Night Fox, I never met him but I studied all about back on
the
island. He was a real hero. Oh and Timmy sends his
condolences too.”
“Thanks
Princess Patriot, that means a lot to
us. I’ve uh, gotta go.”
***
“What
was that all about?” Warren
whispered. “You acted like you were trying avoid
them.”
“It’s
complicated. I sort of slept with Arrow
Man, and Armor Man, and then I caught him in bed with Liberator Woman.
Princess Patriot’s sweet but she’s been
sleeping with Timmy O’Leary.”
“Oh.
Yeah that is complicated.”
“Let’s
just move on. Hey it’s
Fernando!”
She ran over and hugged Wes’ old butler.
"Fernando,
I'm so glad you made it, how's life
on your own? You must be glad to finally be out of that
drafty mansion
and damp cave."
"Yes
Miss Barbarossa, quite happy."
"Well
you must come back to Megapolis to visit.
I can show you the Minx Pad and everything I've built."
"Thank
you Miss Barbarossa I would appreciate
that very much."
"Actually
I prefer Ms- oh just call me Gloria,
we're old friends after all."
"Yes
Miss- I mean Gloria, perhaps I can come
next week."
"Great
next week then! Hey there's my
partner let me go say hi."
"Of
course Gloria, see you soon."
The
she saw Stella lurking in a corner. The
Minx came near and the girl of the stars gave her partner a hug.
“Gloria,
I’m so sorry. I know how much he meant
to you.”
“Thanks
Lynn. I really appreciate it.”
“I
just wish you’d told me he was sick. Stellar
Man had this alien cancer drug at the Fortress, I totally would
have-“
“Um
no Lynn, it’s OK. Believe me I thought
about it but Night Fox, he really didn’t like magic and alien
technology.”
“Oh.”
“Anyway
thank you for coming but you’d better get
going, don’t you have an appointment at Mega
University?”
“Huh?
Oh stars and comets yes I do!
Thanks Gloria!”
“See
you later Lynn.”
***
Stella
materialized on a rooftop back in Megapolis
and headed for the University. Her heart was beating like a
drum.
On one hand this appointment could be the chance she’d been
waiting for, the
chance to lead a normal life! But what if it was another
terrible
disappointment? How could she face it?
The
Minx’s directions were as precise as always and
Stella was soon knocking on Dr. Corvidae’s window.
“Ack!
You are the famous Ms. Stella ja?”
“Um,
yeah, hi.” The scientist was short and
hunched over with protruding pop-eyes and bad breath. Stella
felt
nauseous just looking at him, he was so creepy.
“Your
friend, herr Minx, she haff explain your
problem. You are wanting me to make the ray of
radiation of
stellar.”
“…ray
of radiation of stellar…” The girl of
the
stars repeated along trying to follow his broken English.
“Um,
yeah. I guess. I mean I just want to be normal for
a while, is that
so wrong? Stellar Man used to have this ray that would take
our powers
away but it got broken when I… I mean, it’s broken
and I don’t know how to
build one.”
“Vell,
I tink I haff juss the ting. Please to
enter the lab yes?”
***
The
Minx downed a martini and mixed herself another.
Warren poured some mineral water for himself. An hour ago
they’d shot
Wes’ remains into the sun and the funeral broke up.
Now they were alone
on the satellite.
“So
that’s the story… this kid, Blackout, wants me to
take her under my wing. Demands it even. Can you
believe the nerve?”
Warren
smiled, “What? A pushy girl trying to
get her idol to notice her? Demanding she be
trained? I can’t
imagine anyone like that.”
“Ouch.
That’s not fair Warren.”
“How
old is this Blackout chick?”
“I
dunno. Nineteen, twenty.”
“So,
two or three years older than when you
started. And a good five or six years older than when I
started.”
“That,
that was different! I didn’t just
present myself and expect to be trained, I proved myself!
“Funny
Gloria, that’s not how I remember it…”
***
The
Adventures of Night Fox and Ferret!
(with
special guest star Night Fox Girl!)
It
was the year 1964… President Lynden Johnson
declared a ‘war on poverty’, the Beatles released
their first American album
and the Warren Commission announced that Lee Harvey Oswald acted
alone.
And in Megapolis seventeen year old Gloria Barbarossa was having
trouble with
her new career.
“Come
on Night Fox! I saved you from the Sports
Spoilers Gang and from the Green Golfer! And I caught the
Candlestick
Maker myself! You have to train me now!”
“Holy
women’s lib! She’s got a point there
Night Fox.”
“Now,
now old chum. Crime-fighting is a serious
business, it’s not for everyone, certainly not for such a
young member of the
fairer sex. Little Miss Night Fox Girl had better be getting
home, isn’t
this a school night?”
The
17 year old heroine bristled at that.
Despite her young age her photographic memory allowed her to already
finish
high school and she was halfway to her college degree!
“But…
but…”
But
the Crafty Couple were already swinging away.
A
tear rolled down Night Fox Girl’s cheek.
***
The
next morning…
“Daddy,
what do know about Night Fox?”
“Night
Fox?” Commissioner Barbarossa
answered. “No one knows much about him at
all. If we did it would
compromise his ability to fight crime.”
“But
daddy you’re the police commissioner, surely you
must know who he really is or where the Fox Den is.”
“Sorry
sweety but I don’t and I don’t want to.
I know that Night Fox is always there when we need him, and
that’s enough for
me.”
“But
daddy-“ Gloria took one look at her father’s
face and knew the issue was closed. “Sorry
daddy.”
“I
know you’re a fan of Night Fox sweetie but this is
serious, no one must ever find out his real identity. If they
did
criminals would strike at him when he was unaware.
That’s the crafty
crusader is so careful about protecting his identity. You can
be sure the
world’s greatest detective doesn’t go around
leaving clues.”
“Yes
daddy.” Gloria smiled. Sure the
world’s greatest detective was trying to keep his identity a
secret but if she
could outsmart him. Well he’d have to take her
seriously then!
***
She
did estimates, how much would it cost to build a
car like the Fox Mobile or a plane like the Flying Fox? How
much to
develop special equipment like Night Fox’s utility
belt?
How
many years would it take to train to become the
world’s greatest detective? How long to train your
body to the peak of
human perfection? To master the martial arts? And
what sort of man
would choose to do all of this?
With
all of that in mind young Gloria Barbarossa
attacked the city library like a woman possessed. Newspapers,
city
records, social registers, nothing escaped her sight. The
librarians were
so impressed they offered her a job after graduation.
After
all of that she came up with…
No
one.
There
was simply no one who met all of her
criteria. Sure there were suspects, handsome Detective Gregg
Stanley had
the skills to be Night Fox but not the wealth. Besides he was
too
young. Daredevil adventurer Ace Armstrong had the money and
skills but
had died four years back trying to cross the English Channel with a jet
pack he
designed. Mystery writer Christopher Angus certainly had the
devious mind
to be the cunning crusader but was overweight and walked with a
cane. Ace
reporter Ken Clarkson was the right age and the right build and a habit
of
mysterious disappearances but he’d been seen with Night Fox
on several
occasions. Millionaire Wes Adams had the money, but he was a
well-known
wastrel and playboy.
It
seemed no matter who she studied there was
something to rule them out. But that was to be expected when
matching
wits with the world’s greatest detective.
Then
she saw it.
She
was pouring over old news clippings from Night
Fox’s first appearance in the last 30s when she saw Fernando
Alfredo at the
reference desk returning a pile of books on radball, an Austrian game
similar
to soccer on bicycles. An odd subject for Wes
Adam’s butler to be reading
about, unless of course you knew that a criminal gang riding bicycles
used an
exploding ball to rob an armored car last week. She watched
him leave and
went up to the counter.
“Hey
Judy can you help me out, what’s Mr. Alfredo
taken out the last few months?”
“Gloria
you know library records are private!”
“I
know, I know but… keep this a secret but I really
think Fernando is cute and I kind of have a think for older
men. I was
hoping if I knew what he was interested in…”
The
librarian hesitated for a second but she was a
woman too and understood these things. She smiled and opened
up
Fernando’s file.
“Wow
he’s quite the bibliophile. He must take
out a dozen books a week and one everything under the sun.
Radball, log
rolling and Jai Alai this week. Last week it was Egyptian treasures and
before
that medical texts on swamp fever. Gee Gloria, his tastes are
almost as
odd as yours.”
“Hmm,
yes, they certainly are Judy. Thanks.”
Gloria’s
mind raced as she left. The sports
books corresponded to their recent case with the Sports Spoilers, the
books on
Egypt were taken out just when Night Fox was investigating the theft of
an
Egyptian burial mask and the texts on swamp fever matched up to the
time of Night
Fox’s illness. It wasn’t proof but it
certainly was a lead.
She
reviewed what she knew about Wes Adams. He
was a millionaire playboy who slept during the day and partied at
night.
He lived alone in his mansion with his ward Warren Herbert and his
butler Fernando
Alfredo. Warren was an ex-circus acrobat whose parents were
killed just
before Ferret the boy wonder began his career. As for Wes his
parents
were also killed when he was quite young. That was why
he’d been a prime
suspect early on.
The
pieces all fit, except of course for the times
Wes and Night Fox were seen together. But surely for the
world’s greatest
detective that wouldn’t be too hard would it?
But
suspicion wasn’t proof. And if Gloria
wanted to impress Night Fox she’d need a lot more.
***
“Oh
Miss Barbarossa, this is unexpected.”
“Fernando!
Are Mr. Adams and Mr. Herbert home?”
“No,
I’m afraid they were called out of town on um…
urgent business.”
The
Avenging League of Justice’s battle with the
Black Baron no doubt. Gloria had confirmed they were with the
team before
driving out here. Good. Just as she
planned. She was dressed
in her old school uniform, a white button-down shirt and pleated plaid
skirt. Of course she’d been out of high school for
two years and the
outfit was a bit small on her these days, the skirt barely covered the
bottom
of her pink panties and she’d tied the tails of the shirt
under her
breasts. She smiled up at the tall distinguished-looking
Mexican butler.
“Oh
that’s such a shame. I’m doing a project
for school about famous houses in Megapolis and stately Adams Manor was
on top
of the list. I drove all the way out here on my scooter but I
guess I
have to go back now…”
“What?
No, I won’t hear of it. I’m
certain Master Adams would be glad to have you look around.”
“If
I’m not disturbing you…”
“Nonsense,
I welcome your company. Please let
me show you around the manor.”
Gloria
spent the next hour wandering the halls of
Stately Adams Manor, taking pictures, making notes and asking questions
about
its rich history. She also made a big show bending over a
lot, climbing
on furniture to get a better view and standing uncomfortably close to
the
Mexican butler.
Finally
they passed by his quarters.
“Ooo,
can I take a look?” Without waiting for
an answer she ducked into Fernando’s Spartan room.
“Senorita
Barbarossa, I’m afraid this is not part of
the-“ She grabbed his tie and pulled him into the room, with
a kick of one
strong leg she slammed the door. She pulled him close and
kissed deeply.
“Senorita!”
“Mmm,
I love older men, they’re so…
experienced!”
“This,
this is most…” Gloria unzipped his fly
and pulled out his dick, it was already hard.
“Im… im… improper”
he whispered.
She
pulled him onto his neat cot, kissing his neck
and shoulders while her delicate fingers worked on Fernando’s
throbbing
dick. She rubbed her young silky thighs against his member
until finally.
“Ah!”
He gasped and his seed spilled out on the
white sheets. He sighed and relaxed and soon he was fast
asleep.
Gloria
climbed off of him. The tantric
techniques she studied worked perfectly. Sure there were
other ways to
put Fernando to sleep but none that would leave so little suspicion in
his
mind.
She
was glad she’d been able to bring him to climax
using only her hands. She’d never really
‘been’ with a man and this
certainly wasn’t how she wanted her first time.
She
quickly walked through the halls. Her
photographic memory helped her turn the rooms she saw into a floor plan
and her
keen analytical mind put them together and identified the
gaps. Some of
the gaps were obviously structural columns, laundry chutes and
dumbwaiters but
there was one. It was an area almost 10 feet by 10 feet near
the library
that did not belong to any room. She faced the wall, it was
behind a
bookshelf. But a careful examination of the floor showed odd
scruff
marks, as if the bookshelf was frequently moved back and
forth. She gave
it a push but it didn’t budge. She felt around it
for a switch or lever
but found nothing. Finally she sighed in
frustration. She sat down
on the reading table. She looked at the bust of Shakespeare,
“tell me
Billy, if you were Night Fox how would you open that
door?” She looked at
the bust again. It was typical bronze piece, the sort of
thing you’d expect
to see in any rich man’s library. But there were
also some scratches on
the neck. She touched it, the head swung back exposing a red
button.
Gloria
smiled and pushed it.
The
bookcase slid open exposing two fire poles tagged
‘Night Fox’ and
‘Ferret’.
Gloria
pushed it again and the bookcase slid
shut.
She
headed back to Fernando’s room, he should be
getting up soon.
***
A
week passed and Gloria still wasn’t sure what her
next move should be. Should she confront Night Fox one night
on
patrol? Confront Wes Adams? Sneak into the Fox
Den? Surely it
was protected by all sorts of alarms and traps.
She
obsessed over it, coming up with countless
scenarios and possibilities and rejecting all of them. It was
so
frustrating!
Finally
fate took a hand.
"Thanks
Foxy, with Night Fox out of town I never
would have cracked this case without you."
"No
problem Ferret, you know I enjoy working
with you. In fact I've been thinking you and I could work,
y'know more
closely..."
"Foxy
if this is another talk about us training
you-"
They
were standing on the roof of an old
warehouse. The area was dark and deserted, no one for
miles. The
teen girl snuggled close to the 'boy' wonder (now over 30) and put a
hand on
his shoulder, another on his hip, just brushing his furry jockey
shorts.
She
whispered in his ear. "Who said
anything about training big boy? I just said let's get
closer..." Her gloved hand strayed lower, ruffling the feux
fur over
his loins.
"Foxy
I... we... Night Fox-"
She
kissed him. He tried to pull away, she
pulled him close. He could feel the heat from her body
through her thin
costume. That tight tan costume that left nothing to the
imagination.
"Foxy
I..."
Somehow
his tunic came undone, he could feel her
breasts against his bare muscular chest. She covered his
chest in kisses
while her deft fingers worked on his utility belt. He barely
heard it hit
the ground. He felt her fingers inside the waistband of his
furry
briefs. Ferret opened his mouth to complain but his words
turned into
moans as her delicate fingers brushed his burning member.
Moans turned to
gasps as her fingers wrapped the shaft.
Gloria
licked her lips and dropped quickly to her
knees in front of the aging sidekick. She kissed the tip of
his dick and
tasted the salty bead of cum. Her hands went higher,
caressing his
hairless chest. She licked the hot dick, sucking on it and
stroking it
with her tongue, just like those forbidden books in the back of the
library
taught.
Ferret
was muttering something under his
breath. Gloria thought she caught him saying
‘sorry’ but couldn’t be sure.
Finally
she felt the member throb in her mouth and
quickly jerked away. A shower of thick cum shot out onto the
dirty
roof.
‘Wow’
she thought ‘how long has he been accumulating
that load!’ But she said nothing and stood up and
kissed Ferret on the
cheek.
“F-Foxy
I…”
“Hush
Ferret, hush now.”
“But
I…”
She
reached up and slowly peeled off his domino
mask. The tiny mask didn’t do much to hide his
identity and once it was
off she was sure. “Hush Warren,
everything’s OK.”
“You,
you know!?” The former boy wonder seemed
to be in a state of shock.
“Of
course I know. I mean I am the world’s
greatest girl detective aren’t I?”
“But…
but… oh my God, Night Fox will freak out!”
“Sssh.
We don’t have to tell him do we?
This can be out little secret. You and me,
partners. Special
partners.” She hissed the last two words into his
ear.
“What?
No! We can’t! No!” He
turned to run but tripped over the jockey shorts around his
ankles. He
struggled to pull them up and jumped off the side of the building.
Night
Fox Girl sighed and rolled her eyes.
“How
queer, how can he be so brave against crooks but
scared of a girl?”
***
Night
Fox Girl drove her scooter into the alleyway
behind her home and hit the remote control. A section of
brick wall swung
open and she pulled into an old coal cellar. Gloria had found
it a year
ago and converted it into her own Foxy Den.
She
peeled back her brown leather cowl and shook out
her long straight hair. She unclasped her cape and hung it
neatly on a
hook. Her leather gloves and high-heeled boots
followed. Then she
took off her utility belt and put on the workbench. She made
a note to
restock her smoke bombs. She unzipped the brown leather
miniskirt she
wore. It was entirely superfluous, but she liked the feminine
image it
added to the costume.
"Not
that anyone is going to doubt you're a
girl. Ferret sure won't" she giggled. She said to
the mirror
and stuck out her spandex-covered breasts and shook them.
They'd
developed quite a bit over the last year, she'd gained two inches and a
full
cup size and she figured the girls weren't finished yet. Of course
'Gloria
Barbarossa' Commissioner Barbarossa's shy little daughter had to hide
them
under bulky sweaters just like she hid her face behind thick glasses
and her
hair in a matronly bun. But 'Night Fox Girl', she could
flaunt it!
Gloria
reached behind and unzipped her tan
bodysuit. It was just a normal dancer's leotard with a
silk-screened fox
head on her chest but it did the job.
Now
dressed only in her bra and panties she posed in
front of the mirror and smiled.
"I
did it!" She exclaimed.
"I landed Ferret! Next I go for the big bad fox
himself."
She sat down on a stool facing her bulletin board. It was
covered by
dozens of photos of Wes Adams and Night Fox grinning down at
her. The
teen heroine smiled up at him and blew him a kiss. She pulled
up her legs
and closed her eyes dreamily. "Mrs. Gloria Adams..." she
muttered and put her hands on her breasts. "Mrs. Night
Fox..."
she moaned, slipping a naughty hand between her legs, she squeezed them
tight
feeling the warmth of her hand against her sex. She rubbed it
gently.
"Mmm, take me Night Fox, make me yours, mmm soon, Wes soon...
Yesss..."
Lost
in her fantasies Gloria didn't hear the man
behind her.
"Mmm
touch me there We-"
Her
moans were smothered by the chloroform rag over
her mouth and nose. A strong arm wrapped around her small
body yanking
her off the stool. Consciousness fading she kicked and struggled but
her captor
held tight. She felt darkness creeping into her mind.
***
"Ah!"
Night Fox Girl sat bolt upright
and screamed.
Memories
flooded back. Her mind raced to catch
up. She was back in her costume, fully dressed, the only
thing missing
was her utility belt.
She
was on some kind of stone platform. A
spotlight high above illuminated her but the rest of the room was pitch
black. Her hands were bound behind her, cuffed, she pulled
and found they
were chained to a ring in the stone. She tried wiggling free
but the
cuffs had no give.
"Don't
bother. You won’t get out. I
designed them." Came a gravely voice from the
shadows. She
recognized it instantly, Night Fox. But not his normal
friendly tone,
none of the joviality he usually showed as he outfoxed
crooks. No, he was
all business.
Gloria
was suddenly very scared.
"Night
Fox? What's going on?"
WHAM!
The
blow knocked Gloria off her knees and left her
sprawled on the rock, she could feel a bruise forming under her cowl.
"Night
Fox I-"
WHAM!
The
second blow came from the other side and was just
as savage. The foxy crime-fighter was again knocked on her
side.
Her cowl was knocked askew blocking her vision.
"Night Fox what-"
WHAM!
Tears
filled her eyes.
"Night
Fox please-"
WHAM!
"Night
Fox I'm sorry!"
She
flinched, waiting for the next blow. It
didn't come. She risked continuing.
"Night
Fox I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry, I
just, just didn't see any other way. It's just..."
She
sobbed. "I love you so much!"
There.
She said it. And she meant it too!
Couldn't he see it? She was a teen girl putting on a costume
and risking
her life every night. Why? For justice?
Of course not!
It was for him, all for him! And he couldn't ignore it now.
She
heard his answer, it started small but
grew. That terrible mirthless laugh she'd heard so many times
before. It was the sound of Night Fox gloating over a fallen
foe.
"Love
me? You love me? And that
makes it OK? You think it's that easy Gloria? Just bat your
eyes-"
A
strong hand grabbed her cowl and it pulled it back
exposing her face. "No!" She squealed.
"Shake
your tits-"
A
hand grabbed the front of her costume and
pulled. The thin material and her bra tore loose, Gloria's
breasts hung
free.
“And
I’d fall for you?!”
WHACK!
He
backhanded her across the face and the teen girl
sprawled on her back.
Gloria
could feel her heart pounding like a kettle
drum, she was scared now. Really, really scared.
“Did
you really think all I wanted was…
THIS?!”
Night Fox grabbed the waistband of her skirt and tights and pulled,
they came
loose easily. The teen whimpered softly, now dressed only in
her cape,
boots, and ragged bits of her once-proud costume.
Night
Fox stepped into the light. She
gasped. He too was naked but for his cape and cowl.
Between his
legs his shaft protruded nearly 12 inches, aimed directly between her
legs!
“Night
Fox?” She asked, her voice breaking in
fear. He couldn’t, we wouldn’t,
no! Not like this!
He
roughly pulled her thighs apart and grinned down
at the frightened girl.
“Night
Fox no! Please! I… I’m a
virgin…” She whispered the last part.
He
just smirked. “I know.” And
then he
pushed forward, hard.
“AHHH”
Gloria screamed in pain as the thin
flesh of her hymen tore. She felt a thin stream of blood run
down her
leg. Hot tears filled her eyes, how could he? How
could he do this
to her?
“Like
it Gloria? Not quite what you imagined
huh?”
Gloria
bit her lip, she wouldn’t give him the
satisfaction.
“Come
on Gloria, let’s hear it, you were all
lovey-dovey when you were alone, remember?”
“You-you
saw?” This final violation made her
gasp.
“And
heard!” He thrust into her harder.
“Come on, I want to hear some of that, come on you little
tramp! Say
it!”
SMACK!
He
hit her again tanning her cheek bright red.
“I…
puh, please Night Fox, h-harder Night Fox.”
She tried to shut out the pain, to remember the pleasure of her own
hand
between her legs, to make the fantasy of being in Night Fox’s
arms replace the painful
reality.
“Louder!
Come on Gloria, like you mean it.”
“Night
Fox! Please! Harder! Oh God
Night Fox! More!” She could feel the
memories flooding back, she
focused her incredible mind on them, on anything but the
present. She
could feel her abused body start to respond.
“That’s
it Foxy, now you’re getting into it.”
He rammed her harder and mauled her breasts. Gloria felt her
nipples
getting hard. She felt her loins getting warm. She
concentrated
harder, remember those long nights in her secret headquarters with
nothing but
her skilled hands and a few pictures of Night Fox…
She called on all
those memories, perfectly preserved in her razor-sharp mind, and her
body
responded.
“Uh…”
She moaned. “Uh,
uh…” She
began to gasp. “Nnnn” she
whined. Her back arched, her toes curled,
her hips bucked. “OH YES!” She
yelled. Her cry echoed back
through the cave and thousands of disturbed bats screeched overhead.
Night
Fox finally pulled out.
“Not
bad Foxy, not bad at all.” He reached
behind her and unlocked her hands. She wrapped her arms
around his sweaty
body.
“Oh
Night Fox…” She reached up and pulled
down
his cowl exposing the graying hair and ruggedly handsome features of
millionaire socialite Wes Adams. “Oh
Wes…” She kissed him, but he
didn’t respond. “Wes, why? You
know I would do anything for you,
why did you-“
He
shoved her. Not too hard but enough to make
the exhausted teen tumble to the floor.
“What
did you expect? Judo lessons and
forensics tips? This is serious business Foxy, and we have to
play
rough. This isn’t some girlish fantasy, if you want
to be part of my team
you have to be in complete control of yourself. Do you think
the Jester
would be gentle if he caught you?”
“I
see.. I think I understand.” She
climbed her feet. Night Fox grabbed her hair and pulled her
close,
kissing her roughly. One hand squeezed her butt.
“Every
part of your body had to be a weapon.
Every part! Even this!” He cupped her
still-wet sex and
squeezed. “Can you do that? Can
you? Or would you rather go
back to your little cellar and finger yourself?”
“No!
Night Fox please! I’ll do anything
you want! I mean it!”
He
looked into her pleading eyes, she didn’t
flinch. Finally he nodded.
“Ferret!
Come here.”
Night
Fox’s partner emerged from the darkness of the
cave. How long had he been there? Gloria wondered
biting back fear
and humiliation. How much had he seen? Like Night
Fox he was naked
except for his furry cape and domino mask. And like Night Fox
his member
was already hard.
Night
Fox shoved her towards the aging ‘boy
wonder’. “Show me.”
He commanded. Gloria stumbled a few steps
and looked back at him. He didn’t really want her
to… did he?
Night Fox took a step back and vanished into the stygian darkness.
“Um,
Ferret I-“
SLAP!
“Yeah
Foxy? Got something to say to me?”
“I…”
Gloria fought back tears. He
couldn’t be serious! He just
couldn’t! Didn’t he understand how she
felt? Didn’t he know? She looked back
into the darkness.
“Night Fox please-“
SLAP!
Anything.
She’d said she would do anything for
Night Fox. Anything. And he was right, if she was
serious about
fighting crime she couldn’t expect the villains to worry
about her
feelings.
Deep
inside Gloria a romantic little girl died.
She
wrapped her arms around Ferret. “Oh Warren,
take me!” She whispered and kissed his
neck. He shoved her against
the rock and rammed deep inside her. Gloria forced her legs
around him,
somehow she managed a sexy moan. Desperately she reached for
romantic
memories. Something to bring her back into the mood.
Ferret
didn’t last long, soon, mercifully he pulled
out of her leaving a trail of cum down her legs.
“Good
work old chum.” She heard Night Fox
say. “Now get to bed, tomorrow is a busy
day.”
“Yes
sir Night Fox.” She heard the sound of
retreating footsteps. Gloria pulled her filthy cape closer,
the cave was
cold.
“N-Night
Fox? What should I-“
“Fernando.”
He barked. The dark-haired
butler stepped into the light just behind Gloria.
“What!
NO!” She yelled. “Night Fox
NO!”
The
butler put a hand on her shoulder and turned her
around. He leaned in for a kiss. He was an old man,
Gloria knew a
dozen ways she could stop him. But she had promised she would
do anything.
She
kissed him.
She
unzipped his pants.
She
guided his dick into her wet pussy and faked a
sigh of contentment.
She
did all of this without crying.
Finally
he was done with her and vanished into the
darkness. Gloria let out a sob. All she’d
wanted was for Night Fox
to love her. All she wanted was for him to care.
He
appeared again, now dressed in full costume.
He wrapped his strong arms around her and pulled her close.
“Good
job Gloria. Well done.”
“R-really
sir? Thank you, thank you…”
She
felt him put something around her neck, a small
metal pendant, a fox head.
“This
pendent contains a small radio receiver.
It will vibrate when I need you. Call 555-6483 for
instructions.”
“Yes
sir. Thank you sir.”
“Good
night Gloria.”
“Good
n…” She felt the cloth slip over her
nose
and mouth, her body went limp.
She
awoke hours later in her secret cellar
base. Naked, bruised, filthy.
But
there was a new costume hanging from a
hook. The same design as her home-made one but custom fit for
her.
It was made from a high-tech nylon fiber that could stop knives and
even
small-caliber bullets. A new utility belt was stocked with
smoke bombs, a
mini-laser and other exotic crime-fighting weapons. And the
fox pendant
was still around her neck.
“Wow.”
Was all she could say.
She
headed for the shower.
Then
she threw up.
***
Back
in the present, Gloria looked up at Warren,
long-dead memories facing like morning fog. “He
never touched me again
you know. Not once.”
“I
know Gloria. I know.”
“I
was Night Fox Girl for another six years and he
never even touched me. He trained me, he sent me on
missions but
that was all. Funny. A lot of people imagined I was
sleeping with
him every night. But he never touched me again.”
Ferret
nodded. “It was… I mean… you
know how he
was. Always taking and taking and demanding more, but never
giving.
He was… he was…” The
middle-aged man sobbed quietly. “Oh God I
loved him so much…”
“I
know Warren. I know. I wasn’t the only
one he hurt.” She put a tender hand on
Warren’s. They looked into
each other’s eyes for a while. Finally Warren
looked away.
“So
what am I going to do about this ‘Blackout’
girl?”
“Wait
and see if she sleeps with you?”
“Very
funny Warren.”
“Honestly,
it’s your call. I mean do you want a
partner?”
“I
already have a partner, and believe me she’s more
then enough to keep me busy.”
“True
but she’s not exactly a street-level crime
fighter. And this Blackout girl has a point, Night Shadow
trained Wes,
Wes trained you and me, there is a tradition to keep up.”
“True,
and maybe someday I will train a successor but
right now… I’ve got enough on my plate.
I’m just going to have to
convince her that no means no.”
“Good
luck with that. As I recall these teen
heroines can be hard to discourage.”
“Heh…
well I can always tell her how you and Wes
initiated me. If that doesn’t make her run I
don’t know what will.”
They
got up and headed for the teleporter.
“And
what about Stella? What are you going to
do about her?”
“Well
we’ll have to see how this scientist I found
works out. If he can’t do the
job… Well… We’ll
see.”
Afterword
This
is something I
had in mind for some time. There’s been a lot of
stories showing how
messed up Stella is and how messed up her upbringing was, during all
that time
the Minx has been a stable rock.
So
I thought it would
be neat to show that she’s not much better.
And
we still don’t
know all the skeletons in her closet yet.
Or
Stella’s…
So
stay tuned!
Marcus
Lycus
Next
issue:
A heinous crime and there’s only one suspect!
What will happen when the Minx is arrested for murder!
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