Stella and the Minx #23:
The Minx Behind Bars!
A hideous crime has
been committed and there’s only one suspect!
The Minx!
Marcus Lycus
December 2008
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Issue
23 – The Minx behind bars!
“AH! Stop! Oh star and comets please stop!”
“Turn
it up a notch doctor.”
“But
Fräulein Minx, Fräulein Stella she haff said-“
“And
I said turn it up a notch, we have to know.”
“Very
vell.”
“AH!
STOP! GODDAMNIT! STOP!”
In
a sealed room a beautiful skinny blond girl writhed in apparent agony. Her sleek body was coated with sweat, muscles
and veins stood out like a roadmap of pain, her bloodshot eyes shrunk to pin
points as the green light grew more intense.
The light was a vivid neon green and filled the entire room. No matter where the girl rolled there was no
relief from it. Desperately she crawled
towards the thick glass window and clawed at it, screaming incomprehensible
words at the man and woman safely behind it.
The
scientist, a short balding man with protruding eyes and a stooped posture
looked again at the woman next to him.
She was a statuesque woman with long dark brown hair and a curvy body
wrapped in a full-length mink coat.
Diamonds sparkled on her neck and on her wrists. She looked again as the blonde and shook her
head.
“Another
notch.”
The
green light grew brighter and the blond girl, the girl of the stars, the maid
of might, the heroine known as Stella screamed again. Her body went into spasms, her breath came in
gasps. The scientist reached again for
the power switch but the Minx’s strong hand locked itself on his wrist. She watched stoically until Stella finally
lay still. Only then did she turn the
machine off.
“OK. Go check on her.”
The
scientist ran into the chamber and covered the prostrate girl with his lab
coat.
***
“Eight minutes this time. It
rendered you unconscious a full four minutes sooner than the last. And it looked like you were pain from the
beginning.” The Minx said with a faint
smile.
“I… yeah. This time I could feel it
right away, like tingling on my skin and then burning. It really, really hurt.” Stella was still sitting on the floor, still
wrapped in the lab coat. Dr. Corvidae
returned with a glass of water for her.
Stella took it with shaking hands.
“Great. How were her vital signs
this time?”
The scientist pulled a printout off the machine and studied it. “Very much stressful. Fräulein
Stella was near cardiac arrest when we turned off the ray.”
“Excellent.” The Minx knelt down
next to her shivering friend. “I-“
Then she froze and raised a hand to her diamond earring which concealed a
powerful radio receiver.
“Damn. Sorry Stella, there’s
something going on across town, I have to go.”
“I-it’s OK…”
The Minx barely caught her partner’s reply.
She was already halfway out the window and swinging down to her
high-powered motorcycle. She smiled as
she gunned the engine. For months she’d
promised she would find a way to turn off Stella’s powers and now they were
close! It had been a few months since
Wes Adam’s funeral and the experiments with lethal green stellar radiation were
just starting to bear fruit. Next she
and Dr. Corvidae would be able to work on producing red stellar rays which
removed Stella’s powers without hurting her.
It would be rough on her partner but it would be worth it. Stella would finally be able to put down her
burden from time to time and live as a normal girl.
And for the Minx it meant peace of mind.
Already one foe had managed to steal Stella’s powers and having a
counter-weapon would help her sleep better.
If someone stole her powers again… or if… She tried not to think about
the other reason she wanted that weapon.
She’d meant to talk about all of this with Stella but then this stupid
alarm came up. Oh well. Surely Stella understood all of that? It was obvious wasn’t it?
She put it out of her mind and roared down the road. She was close to the crime scene; she needed
to focus on that.
***
“Why is she so mean to me?” Stella
sobbed in Dr. Corvidae’s arms. “It was
like she enjoyed hurting me! Did you
hear her? I was trying to tell her how
much it hurt but she just said ‘good’ and smiled that creepy know-it-all
smile.”
“Ya, is very odd. I try many time to
turn off the ray but Fräulein
Minx say ‘nein’. Even vhen you cry for
help she say ‘nein’.”
“Why is she so mean to me all the time?
Is she jealous? I thought she
finally understood how hard it is to be me.”
She sobbed for a few more minutes and enjoyed the warmth of Dr.
Corvidae’s embrace. The scientist wasn’t
much to look at but he was so gentle and friendly. He was like a father.
Stella could feel pain start to fade, but her powers had not yet
returned. She could hear anything
outside this room, couldn’t see through the walls, and she was barely strong
enough to stand. The terrible burden was
still lifted from her shoulders. For a
brief while she was just an ordinary young woman. She wiggled closer to Dr. Corvidae and
whispered in his ear.
“You know, when I have my powers I can’t even touch a man. Not really.”
She put an arm around the misshapen scientist. “But now I’m helpless…” She whispered
impishly. “You could do anything to
me.” She let the lab coat slip down
below her breasts. “Anything.”
He shot up like a rocket. “I, haff
to check the machinery! Your clothink is
over there!” He practically ran of the
room.
Stella just laughed and pulled herself to her feet. “Good going
By the time Dr. Corvidae showed his face again Stella was practically back
to normal. “Thank you doctor, I think
we’ll be back in a week.”
“Ya, ya, I will be ready.”
Then she vanished out the window.
The Minx probably needed her help.
She was always getting into some kind of trouble.
***
“Give up! You can’t stop me!”
A taxi flew through the air, smashing into the front of the art
gallery. Pedestrians fled
screaming. The hulking grey-skinned man
kicked over a fire hydrant and water gushed upwards. Police sirens wailed and revolvers barked,
but their bullets bounced harmlessly off the attacker’s skin.
The cops fled as he hurled their own police cars at them.
In his other hand he held an unconscious woman by her fur-clad arm. He stomped down on a ruined motorcycle.
“I already beat the Minx! Whose
gonna stop me now?”
“Who else?”
A cheer went up from the crowd. A
blonde in a red cape and red hotpants descended from the heavens.
“Aw, the flying bimbo is here to rescue her partner!”
“Who says I need rescuing?” The Minx
suddenly came alive and fired a diamond-tipped exploding dart from her
sleeve.
BAM!
The villain howled in pain and dropped her.
The Minx rolled free.
“Give it up mister! Don’t make us
get rough!”
“Me? Give up? You got it all wrong Stella! You’re the one who’d better give up, cause
you’re no match for the power of Rockhard!”
The blonde and brunette stopped and looked at each other.
“Rockhard?!” They burst out
laughing.
“What?! My skin is as hard as
marble, what else am I gonna call myself?”
“Geeze man, why don’t you just call yourself ‘Huge Dick’ and get it over
with?”
“Actually Minx I checked him with my stellar sight, and well, he may be
rock hard but he couldn’t get away with calling himself ‘Huge Dick’.”
“Hey! You can’t do that! That’s like harassment or something!”
“Oh shut up.” Stella picked up a
steel bar from the rubble and vanished in a blur. Seconds later Rockhard was gagged and bound
with steel. “There.”
“Well that was easy. Want to take
him to jail?”
“Sure thing, back in a jiffy.” With
the grey-skinned villain in her hands the girl of the stars vanished into the
air.
“Don’t forget you have an errand later!”
The Minx called after her.
“Ah Minx! You stopped him! Thank you!”
The curvy crusader spun and saw the famous pop artist Drake Warlock
running towards her.
“Ah Drake! Good to see you again.”
“And I see my pop-art exhibition once again owes you and your partner a
debt.”
“Please, we’re happy to-“
“Oh I must insist! I’m having a
party at my club tomorrow night.
Everyone who’s anyone will be there, you must come! You must!”
“Well I guess…”
***
BLUB-BLUB-BLUB! Stella said. Half a mile underwater she couldn’t say much
else.
It was dark. It was cold. And she had seaweed in her hair. But the Minx said it was important so Stella
was putting up with it. Her stellar
sight found the old wreck. A Spanish
galleon half covered with barnacles. It
took another minute to find the four chests the Minx described and wrap them up
in her indestructible cape. Then she
could finally return to the sunlit world and head home.
“Hey Gloria, I found them.”
“Gold and silver?”
“Just like you said.”
“Great, put them in the corner, I’ll melt them down later.” The Minx didn’t look up and kept working on
her replacement motorcycle. Stupid Rock
Hard! It would take hours to finish her
standard modifications.
“I still don’t get why I need to do this.
I mean what’s wrong with all those diamonds I make for you? I think I still have coal dust under my nails
and now I’ll smell like fish for a week.”
The Minx sighed. Some days her
partner’s litany of complaints was too much to bear. But if she wanted to stay in business…
“I told you, I need the diamonds just to make my equipment. I need the gold and silver to pay for the
Minx Pad, the penthouse, my vehicles and everything.”
“Why don’t you just sell some diamonds?”
“I… um… well.” The Minx chuckled
awkwardly. “It seems the market is a bit
flooded right now.”
“Oh, you sold too many?”
“No I accounted for that. The
problem is um…”
“Hmm?”
“Well people have been finding my diamond-tipped darts and selling
them. I hear they can go for a cool
grand.”
Stella started to laugh. The Minx
blushed and joined in.
“Oh stars and comets that’s too funny.”
“Well diamond-tipped weapons seemed like a good idea at the time!”
“So more sea wrecks in my future?”
“Well it’s that or get a job at McDonald’s.”
“Great. I think I’ll take another
shower and try to get all the salt out of my hair.”
“Well hurry up, we have a party tonight.”
“A party?”
“Oh just some little thing…”
***
The Warehouse was lit up with spotlights and the parking lot full of
everything from beat-up VW buses to Cadillac limousines. The six-story mural of Drake Warlock looked
down at the guests as they filed in.
There were African-Americans in colorful robes, Japanese girls in
kimonos, artists in black turtlenecks, socialites in tuxedos and hippies in
tie-dyed shirts. There was even a
statuesque woman wearing sandals, flowers in her hair, and nothing else. Among this crowd a brunette in a mink and a
blonde in a red cape got no special attention.
“Wow! Minx look! It’s Keith Moon, and Sean Connery from
Diamonds Are Forever! And-“
“Yes Stella, I know.” The Minx
tapped her head. “Photographic memory
remember?”
“Yeah but they’re really here! And
we’re here with them! Can I ask for an
autograph? Can I?”
“Stella, absolutely not! We’re in
costume! We have to show some
dignity. And frankly we’ve done things a
lot more important than make movies or records.
If you want to say something just say ‘I really like your work’ and
that’s it. Play it cool. We’re
“OK Minx, OK. Stars and Comets! It’s Jill St John! I love her!”
Stella ran across the room leaving her partner alone and embarrassed.
“Ah Ms. Minx, I’ve been waiting for you!”
It was Drake Warlock himself. The
petite albino bowed and kissed the Minx’s hand.
Despite herself the curvy crusader blushed. “I’m honored to have such a lovely guest; you
must join me in the VIP room.” The Minx
nodded and followed. She suddenly felt
very out of place.
He led her down a narrow corridor.
Colored light played off the psychedelic paint scheme. The Minx also noted the floor wasn’t
completely level, it was slanted in places to make people feel even more
disoriented. She was liking this less
and less.
The back room was entirely black and white but with strobing lights and
more of Warlock’s pop art on the walls.
The Minx recognized most of the guests as Warlock’s so-called
‘superstars’ models, artists and foundlings who regularly appeared in his ‘art
films’. As far as she could tell she was
the only one not intoxicated or drugged.
She frowned. She had no problem with
people blowing off steam but this was a bit much. She tried hard not to be a total square like
Night Fox but she had to have some limit.
“Um Drake maybe I should go-“
“What I won’t hear of it!” He thrust
a drink into her hand. “Enjoy
yourself! Let your hair down! Experiment!
That’s what the Warehouse is for.”
The Minx sighed and took a drink.
Why not? It had been a while
since she let her hair down and with the city pretty quiet she could afford a
night of relaxation. Besides, she could
handle it. She took a sip. It was pretty good. She downed it.
Stella soon joined them in the back, her arms around two British
rockers.
Funny. Stella should be immune to
any drugs or drinks being served but she was acting more tipsy than the Sexy
Sentinel. The Minx had to smile.
Maybe this was just what Stella needed.
Several weeks ago she’d switched bodies with Stella and her partner had
used the Minx’s body to have sex with at least 3 different men. And then lied about it. She knew she should talk to Stella and air
out their issues but for now this party might be the start of Stella’s road to
a more healthy life.
The musicians started to jam and soon the floor was filled with
dancers. Stella hit the floor, dancing
slowly with a European man in a tux. As the
party continued Stella never left the dance floor, changing partners regularly
and outlasting all of them. The Minx
remained on the sidelines, chatting with artists and celebrities, overhearing
conversations, adding it all to the fantastic records she carried in her
brain. Not only was this fun, she was
learning more about the movers and shakers in Megapolis in one night than she
could learn from months of research.
But things were getting a bit out of hand.
Several guests were passed out.
Two were having sex against the wall and the Minx was tired of fending
off blunt advances from drunken guests.
Both men and women. The Minx
could see that Stella was about ready to go to.
She finally left the dance floor and was chatting by the bar. The Curvy Crusader drifted towards Drake
Warlock to say her goodbyes.
Then…
“I’m sorry, I’m really not interested.”
The girl of the stars told Hugo Flint, publisher of Meatrack a
‘gentleman’s entertainment magazine’.
“Come on toots, you’re the gal of the stars, everyone loves you. We’d sell a million copies easy, even if it’s
just topless, no bush.”
“No, I don’t-“
The aging playboy moved behind Stella and wrapped his arms around her, his
hands on her breasts, his chin on her shoulder.
She could smell his bad breath.
“Yeah, these fun bags could really make us both some money.” Stella’s eyes were wide and pleading, she
waved her hands uselessly, afraid to touch him.
“How bout we check them out now…”
One hand moved towards her yellow belt.
Someone put a hand on his shoulder.
“Excuse me, the woman said no.”
“Yeah that’s what all the bimbos say at fi-AH!” The Minx kneed him between the legs and Hugo
crumbled like a tissue. The music
stopped. Everyone was looking. The Minx straddled him, offering an excellent
view of her black silk panties, if Hugo had been in the mood.
“Listen filth merchant. It’s time
you learned that women are not playthings or pets, if you don’t learn to treat
us with respect then I’ll have teach you.
And next time I won’t be so gentle.
Come on Stella, we’re leaving.
Thanks for the party Drake.”
The two heroines stormed out.
Everyone scrambled to get out of their way.
“Stars and comets! That guy was too
much! Thanks Minx.”
“No problem Stella. Gotta say it was
fun to finally teach that pornographer a lesson. He’s had it coming for a long time. Good job restraining yourself too. You could have seriously hurt him.”
“Yeah he was lucky this time. But
um… hey do you think he was right?”
“Right? About what?”
“Y’know, that men want to, you know… see me.”
The Minx shook her head. “Stella
you’re one of the most beautiful and unobtainable women in the world. I’m sure there are men who would kill to be
with you.”
“Cool.” Stella smiled. “You really think I’m beautiful?”
The Minx rolled her eyes. “
“OK Gloria, have fun!”
The Minx fired off a diamond-tipped spike and swung onto a nearby rooftop.
Stella took a few steps and launched herself into the air. She couldn’t stop smiling, people thought she
was beautiful! Even Hugo Flint who’d
seen more naked women than anyone alive thought she could sell a million
magazines! She felt so good!
***
Hugo Flint staggered into the parking lot, still doubled over. Candi, his Plaything of the Month helped him
towards the limo.
“Fucking bitch. I’ll fucking ruin
her. Fucking put a million dollar bounty
on her tits. Naked pics of the Minx, I
don’t care how they get them. Put her
right on the cover.”
“Hee-hee, that’s funny Mr. F.”
“I ain’t joking! No way a bimbo like
that is gonna make me look like a moron.
Show her who’s boss.”
“You wants I should put on a mink coat tonight? You can show me you’re the boss.”
“Yeah Candi, I like that, I like the way you think.”
“Hey filth merchant!”
“What the fuck?”
“I have a message from the women of Megapolis; we’re tired of your filth.”
“Minx, that you? This is fucking
harassment you know! I’ll sue your fat
ass!”
“You won’t insult another women, never again.” The shadowy form raised and arm. There was sharp ‘TWANG’ and Hugo Flint fell
to the ground, blood shooting from his neck.
Candi screamed.
***
“Come on! The cops are coming!”
“I’m coming! Once we get into the old
warehouse district they’ll never find us!”
The two hoods ran down an alleyway clutching bags of cash to their
chests. Sirens howled in the distance.
“OK I can see the old Harris warehouse up ahead, we can hide out there!”
POOF!
“Hey! What happened to the lights?”
The entire alley was pitch black.
“Heh, heh, heh. Are the big bad
robbers afraid of the dark?”
“Who’s there? Get away from me! I have a gun!”
“I know, I can see it.”
“OW!” Someone kicked his hand and
the robber dropped the pistol. He punched
blindly but didn’t connect. Another
punch hit his head and blackened his eye.
“Who the hell are you? How can you
see anything?”
“Who am I? I am the fear that haunts
the dark! I am… BLACKOUT!”
She punched him again and the robber went down.
His partner didn’t wait around for this.
He turned and ran back the way he came, emerging from the cloud of
darkness into the street lights.
“Going somewhere?”
There was a girl in front of him. A
blond girl in some sort of red and yellow leotard and a mask. She was smiling at him. He decided not to mess around; he pulled the
pistol from his waistband. “Get out of
my way bitch; I ain’t afraid of the dark.”
“Dark? You shouldn’t be afraid of
the dark. You should fear… THE LIGHT!”
A bright strobe went off in front of his eyes. The robber was struck blind and pulled the
trigger, fortunately his gun misfired.
The girl moved and connected with a flying kick. The robber went down.
“Dawn!?” Blackout shouted. “Dawn what the hell are you doing here?”
“Ssh! Sis, you’re supposed to call
me Sunbeam when we’re on patrol.”
“We? Since when are ‘we’ on
patrol? I told you you’re too young for
this! Go home!”
“Oh I’m too young? I’m seventeen
years old! You’re only nineteen! Besides I’m better at karate than you!”
“Dawn I am not going to repeat myself, go home right now or I’m taking away
your flash bombs and goggles!”
“You can’t do that! They’re
mine! Dad left them to me just like he
left you those blackout bombs!”
“Dawn I’m warning you-“
“Excuse me for interrupting this charming family reunion but shouldn’t you
both be home? It is a school night after
all.”
“THE MINX!” Blackout and Sunbeam
shouted together.
“Yup.” The Minx jumped off the roof
she’d been watching from, somersaulted twice, caught a lamppost to slow herself
down and landed gracefully in front of the two sisters.
“Now Dawn, Natalie I think it’s time for both of you to go home.”
“What? How do you know our names?”
“Well Natalie I know your name because last time we met you told me your
father invented your blackout bombs but was killed by criminals. Not too hard to connect that to the murder of
Dr. Jackson Lux, who is survived by his nineteen year old daughter Natalie. And Dawn, I know your name because your
sister has been shouting it up and down the street. It’s one of the tricks you pick up when
you’re the world’s greatest detective.”
“Wow, the Minx, you’re so cool. I
like, totally admire you.”
“That’s nice to hear Dawn. So maybe
you’ll pay a bit more attention than your sister. Go home.”
“But…”
“You two have no idea what you’re doing.
That criminal would have shot you if I hadn’t disabled his gun with my
trusty diamond laser.” She pointed at
the revolver on the ground.
“Oh…”
“You’re not trained, you’re not skilled and if you keep up these amateur
heroics you’re going to get yourselves hurt.
Or killed.”
“But that’s just my point! I need
you to train me! Just like Night Fox
trained you!”
“Hey me too! You have to train me
too!”
“Look Natalie-“
“Blackout.”
“Whatever. I understand how you feel
but the fact is I already have a partner and a full load of
crime-fighting. I just don’t have the
time to train you. Either of you.”
“But we could help!”
“Look girls, go back to school. Get
a job and leave crime fighting to the professionals. This is a dangerous job and I don’t want to
see you get hurt.”
“But-“
“No Natalie, I think she’s right.”
“But-“
“Come on, let’s go home.” Sunbeam
pulled her sister into the alleyway and out of sight.
“Dawn what the hell!? You can give
up if you want but I’m-”
“Ssh! Natalie don’t you see? She’s testing us! She wants to see if we’re really committed
before she takes us under her wing. Once
she sees we mean it she’ll be happy to take us in.”
“Really? I mean she seemed pretty
firm.”
“That’s how it works! I heard that
Night Fox turned her down for months before he accepted her. We just have to stick it out!”
“Hmm, I guess. But what do you mean
we?”
“Come on! Blackout and Sunbeam! Dark and light! Blonde and brunette! We’re a natural team!”
“OK. Fine. But remember Dawn, you’re my junior
partner. You take orders from me.”
“What! No way sis! We’re equal partners!”
From the rooftop the Minx watched the two sisters bicker and
despaired. “God I hope I wasn’t that
obnoxious when I was starting out.” She
jumped off the roof and started to head for home.
***
The Minx passed by Police Headquarters.
If she noticed the light on inside the commissioner’s office she never
gave it a thought.
She should have.
“Are you sure Detective Mulligan? We
can’t take a chance without hard evidence.
There’s still people loyal to Night Fox and his female partner. Not to mention the feminists. And then there’s her bimbo partner. Last thing we need is a stellar temper
tantrum in downtown Megapolis.”
“There’s no denying it Commissioner Brown.
One of his, uh, models was there and saw everything. Plus the medical examiner dug one of the
Minx’s diamond tipped darts out of Hugo Flint’s neck.”
“We’ve got her then. I always knew
she’d snap sooner or later. All that
women’s lib BS, this is what it leads to.
Send out the all-points bulletin.
I want the Minx brought in for murder.”
***
The Minx was halfway home when she changed course. Someone was following her across the
rooftops. Her mysterious tail was good,
but for someone who’d spent years on the rooftops of Megapolis it was
impossible to miss the signs. She could
hear the faint sounds behind her, catch glimpses of the shadow.
She headed west, towards the warehouse district. It was better to face her foe with fewer
witnesses around.
She fired a line and swung onto the roof of the old
She spun around and searched for her pursuer. Nothing.
She hit a button on the side of her mask and the magnification lenses slid
into place. She looked again.
THERE! She saw a flash of light
reflecting off metal several blocks away.
She heard a hissing sound. Before
she could react the dart hit her in the chest, neatly striking the small V of
exposed flesh above her armored coat.
Her stalker had hit a target just an inch square from almost half a mile
away.
“No way… impossible…” The Minx
started to say before she passed out from the tranquilizers.
Moments later a lithe figure gracefully landed on the rooftop and collected
her.
“Pathetic. I guess breeding will
always tell.”
***
Stella woke up at dawn, feeling distinctly hung over. Weird her stellar metabolism should have protected
her from anything she drank. Maybe it
was just psychosomatic. She ducked into
the Minx’s room. Her partner still
wasn’t back.
“Busy night I guess.”
She hit the shower and started putting on her ‘Kara Danvers’ outfit. Then she heard it.
“…breaking news … earthquake in
“Stars and comets! I guess Kara
Danvers will have skip work again.” She
giggled. “Good thing the principal is
such a fan of hers.” She reached for her
Stella costume and in seconds a red and blue blur was shooting south.
***
The Minx groaned and tried to open her eyes. The sunlight was too painful, she squeezed
them shut again. “I wanna stay in
bed…” She muttered softly.
Awareness started to return. She
couldn’t feel her sheets or her mattress under her. In fact she felt like she was rocking, and
thin cords were burrowing into her skin.
She felt cold. She was hunched in
a ball.
Her eyes snapped open!
She was hanging from a lamppost in a net.
Stripped down to her black underwear hanging helplessly outside police
headquarters. Cops and bystanders were
gawking; one of them was taking pictures.
She tried to move, to speak but the drugs were still affecting her, she
felt bile welling up and twisted her head.
She puked all over the street.
She tried to croak and apology but nothing came out of her mouth.
Finally Detective Mulligan came out.
There was a note on the lamppost.
“One murderess, wrapped up for your convenience – A good Samaritan” he
read.
“OK boys, let her down and book her.”
Someone cut the rope holding up the net and she fell with a thud. Two officers roughly pulled her out and stood
her up. Still woozy from the drugs she
couldn’t stand on her own and they had to hold her up. One of her garter belts had snapped and one stocking
had fallen below her knee. A heel had
snapped off her boot so she was off balance.
So, sticking of puke, dressed only in black lingerie, stumbling and glassy
eyed the Minx was led into police headquarters.
The next 20 minutes were the most humiliating of Gloria Barbarossa’s life.
She was paraded in her underwear in front of dozens of people and then
booked. And officer pulled off her mask,
the sprit gun stung as it was pulled loose.
Her limp fingers were pushed into black ink and then rolled on paper. She was stood in front of a height chart, a
number was hung around her neck and she was photographed.
She was taken to a bare room and a police woman removed her boots, bra and
panties and cut off her stockings. Then
she bent the Minx over and donned robber gloves. The Sexy Sentinel bit her lip not to cry out
as the police woman roughly inserted her fingers. Finally the body-cavity search was over. By then the Minx had some strength back and
could at least dress herself in the bright orange pants and shirt.
By the time they paraded her through the cells she could at least walk on
her own. Word had gotten to the
prisoners that the Minx was being brought in and they’d prepared a little
welcome. Most men screamed threats and
promises as she passed. A few even
exposed themselves, masturbating openly.
“Hear that, that’s your fan club, they’re gonna teach you your place.” One guard whispered with satisfaction.
Despite her best efforts at control, hot tears rolled down the Minx’s
cheeks. She’d always known it would be
hard to be a female crime fighter in a man’s world, but after two years she was
realizing that the men of the police force still didn’t accept her. Accept her?
The cops were enjoying her humiliation!
One of the prisoners spotted her tears; a roar went up from the cells. One of the guards chuckled. The Minx tried to keep control but couldn’t
hold back a sob.
Once they finally locked her in solitary confinement the Minx was crying
openly. The guards laughed as the door
closed.
***
Stella stopped for a dip in a lake upstate to get some of the dust and dirt
off of her. Her stellar senses checked
the area for peeping toms, but no one was around for miles. She pulled off her loose blouse and undid her
hot pants. Her red ballet slippers
joined the rest of her costume and she dove in naked. Her stellar invulnerability meant she didn’t
even feel the cold. She swam around for
a while and then flew around a mountain at stellar speed to dry off.
She was in such a good mood. Her
powers were perfect for earthquakes, with her stellar senses and stellar
strength she’d found and rescued hundreds of trapped people. It was always sad when she found a dead body
but all in all she knew she’d saved a lot of lives that day. After just a few hours she was sure she’d
found everyone trapped.
She pulled her costume back on and headed for the city. She wondered what the Minx was up to. Probably sleeping after being out all night.
Well Stella didn’t have time to stop at home; she had another appointment
with Doctor Corvidae.
***
“Mulligan.”
“Hey there Foxy. So you want to
talk?”
“About what?”
“Why you’re here.”
The Minx looked at the cop through the small barred window. She was still in the bare solitary
confinement cell. Throughout the whole
humiliating booking process no one bothered to tell her what the charge was.
“Why don’t you tell me?”
“You remember Hugo Flint? You had a
bit of an altercation with him last night.”
“Yes. So this is about assault
then? He’s pressing charges?”
“Nice try Foxy. I’m sure you know
Hugo Flint ain’t doing anything now but feeding the worms. He’s dead.”
“Couldn’t happen to a nicer sleazebag.”
“I thought you might say that. Is
that why you did it?”
“I didn’t do anything. I left the
party and went on patrol.”
“Foxy, we’ve got an eyewitness, we’ve got a motive, and we’ve got a
diamond-tipped dart as the murder weapon.
Why not confess and make things easy.
Plead temporary insanity.”
“You’re a detective; don’t you recognize a frame when you see one?”
“Foxy, come on. Level with me. You don’t have a lot of friends on the force,
not with what happened to Gregg Stanley.”
“The Green Golfer killed Gregg.”
“So you say. Shame there were no
witnesses. In fact I’d say I’m about the
only friend you have on the force. And,
after all, I am a close, and personal friend.”
The Minx scowled at that. From what
she’d pieced together Stella had slept with Mulligan when they swapped
bodies. And she wasn’t in any mood to
try and explain that to the cop.
“I left the party, I went on patrol.
I never saw
“And you have witnesses?”
The Minx thought. The crooks she’d
helped bust had been blind or unconscious.
She could bring up Blackout and Sunbeam but she wanted to keep the
rookie heroines out of this if she could.
“No one comes to mind.”
“Foxy, we’re running your prints now; we have your mug shots. Even if you didn’t do it we’ll know your real
identity by the end of the day. I hate
to tell you Foxy but one way or the other, it’s over for you.”
The Minx nodded slightly and turned her back.
“Thank you Detective Mulligan, if that’s all I’d like to take a nap right
now, I’ve had a bit of a rough morning.”
“Foxy! Make this easy on yourself!”
“If you need me again you know where to find me.”
***
“Um, do I really have to take my costume off?” Stella asked.
“Ya Fräulein
Stella. Ze cloth is interfere viff ze
equipment of monitor.”
“Um, OK then.”
Stella slipped behind a screen and removed her red hotpants and blue
blouse. She hung them on a hook and
threw a towel around herself. It was her
seventh or eighth session at Doctor Corvidae’s lab and
she still felt awkward around him. Maybe
it was having to remove her clothes in front of the hunch-backed scientist,
maybe it was fear that the experiment would hurt too much, whatever it was she
felt like her skin was crawling. She
wished the Minx was here.
But it was all for the best. If she ever wanted to live a normal life,
without her powers, they had to do this.
She just wished there was an easy way.
She stepped into the metal radiation
chamber. Dr. Corvidae watched through a
thick glass window. “Ya, please to
remove the towel.”
Stella turned her back and let the towel
drop.
“No ve schtart!”
Green light flooded the room.
Stella screamed and doubled over in pain.
Corvidae scribbled a note.
***
CLACK-CLACK-CLACK
Timmy O’Leary’s IBM typewriter hummed as his newest column took shape. Occasionally he stopped to reread the police
reports in front of him but for the most part the words just flowed. He felt like he’d been waiting two years to
write his column. Nothing could stop him
now. Nothing could distract him. Nothing except…
There was a WHOOSH from the living room he turned and saw the red-white and
blue form of…
Princess Patriot!
“Hey sweetie! What are you working
on?” She leaned over his shoulder and
read.
“Today the good people of Megapolis finally see the
Minx’s true colors. She’s not the heir
to our great hero Night Fox, just another left-wing femi-Nazi looking to impose
her radical agenda, going after honest publishers of art magazines because they
offend her feminist sensibilities.”
“Sweet liberty! That’s strong
stuff! What happened?”
“You didn’t hear?”
“No I was in
“The Minx killed a man last night, just because he said some rude things about
Stella.”
“What? No! She’d never do something like that.”
“It was one of her diamond-tipped darts and a witness swears she saw her.”
“But… but… I have to help her!”
Princess Patriot turned towards the window.
“Princess wait! Princess, the cops
have this case well in hand, they’ll get to the bottom of it. I don’t want you getting involved. You know how people are; if they see you with
the Minx they’ll associate you with her women’s lib nonsense. They’ll forget that you’re a good, patriotic,
heroine with old-fashioned values. And
you don’t want that do you?”
“No, I guess…”
“Besides
“That’s true…”
He put his arms around her. “Besides
right now, there’s only one heroine I’m interested in.” They kissed.
“Why don’t we come to bed? I’ve got
a fresh tube of KY jelly and a new chapter of the Kami Sutra.”
“Hee-hee, you’re so bad.”
“And you love me for it.”
***
Stella hyperventilated. The horrible
green light was gone but the pain and nausea still lingered. Dr. Corvidae entered the steel room and put a
lab coat over her sweaty body. He knelt
down next to her.
“Fräulein
Stella, you are fine ya?”
“I… I think so. I’ll be OK soon.”
He put a tender hand on her shoulder.
She hugged him and pulled him close.
It was so nice to feel a warm body next to her; even it was this
deformed scientist.
“Funny…” She started.
“Ya?”
“Here I am, helpless, practically naked.
I can’t even stand. I’m the most
powerful woman on Earth and you could do anything to me.” He voice dropped to a whisper. “Anything.”
“Ach! I am forgot you vill vant ze
vater!” The scientist jumped to his feet
and hurried to the sink.
Stella sighed. It was always like
this; once he pain and sickness fled she was left feeling very vulnerable and
very horny. Horny enough to even flirt
with Corvidae. Thankfully the scientist
seemed too gentlemanly (or too dense) to take the bait.
By the time he returned Stella felt strong enough to walk and after
finishing her water put on her costume.
“I tink now you vill go to schee Fräulein
Minx.”
“The Minx? Yeah I suppose she’s home
now.”
“Ack! You do not know?”
“Know? Know what?”
***
“Oh Minx why didn’t you tell me!” Stella
cried out and hugged her partner.
The Minx scowled and pointed at the walls, then at her ears.
“Oh! Right!” Stella’s eyes turned a more pale shade of
blue and she probed the walls, they flashed red once, then twice and small
puffs of smoke appeared.
“You were right Minx, they did have bugs.”
“I know. I spotted them when I came
in. We should be able to speak freely
now.”
Stella nodded and sat down next to her friend. She put an arm around her and gave her a
hug. “Oh Gloria, why did you do it? Why didn’t you tell me, I could have helped
hide it!”
“Huh?
“What? Um, no, of course not. I mean that’s silly. What I meant was, um, I’ll just tell them we
were on patrol together or something.
Then they’ll let you go.”
“Won’t work. Besides the minor point
that it’s perjury, in order to testify you’d have to give your real name in
court.”
“Oh. Right. What about you though? Didn’t they take your fingerprints? Don’t they have your name now?”
For the first time the Minx smiled.
“They have ‘a’ name.”
“Huh? But they took your
fingerprints!”
“So?”
“So! Now they know who you are!”
“They think they do.” The Minx
chuckled.
Stella frowned; she hated it when the Minx made her feel stupid. “OK Gloria, what’s the deal?”
“A couple of years ago I slipped in and inserted a fake record with my real
fingerprints. As far as the cops know
I’m Barbara Silverstone, an orphan who disappeared in 1966.”
“Barbara Silverstone?”
“Yup. I also destroyed any records
of Gloria Barbarossa’s real fingerprints.”
“But… what if someone recognizes you?”
“
“I guess… but what if-“
“
“Me? Yeah, sure Gloria! I’ll figure it out!”
“Listen, I was attacked last night.
Someone was following me and then shot me with a tranq dart at an
impossible range. Whoever it was, he was
good. Better than me maybe. And he was on me right after
“Did you get a look at him?”
“No. Nothing. Like I said, he’s good. Very good.”
“Could it Hermes again?”
“No, not that good. Besides Hermes is
still locked up in Tartarus. This is
someone new. And you have to find him.”
“Don’t worry Minx, I’m on it. I’ll
have you out of here in no time!”
“Thanks Stella.”
The blonde heroine pounded on the door a few times and the guards let her
out. The Minx kept up her smile until
her best friend left.
Then she slumped in her bunk. “I’m
doomed.” She muttered.
***
Stella circled the city twice, her stellar sight peering down into the
concrete canyons. After a few minutes
she gave up and landed on the top of
“Stars and comets! It’s
hopeless! How am I supposed to find the
Minx’s mysterious attacker with no description, no information and no idea
where to look!”
Her words echoed through the streets without an answer.
“Stars and comets, she’s doomed.”
***
“Hey Rat Girl.” The cell door opened
and three guards swaggered in. The one
in the lead had his truncheon out and was slapping it in his hand. “Or should I call you Barbara Silverstone?”
The Minx forced herself to feign surprise.
“You must think you’re pretty clever.
With those diamonds and fur and acting all high-class when you’re really
just some orphan from the gutter. What
did you do, suck Night Fox’s dick to get your job?”
“Why? Is that how you got
yours? Sucking the commissioner’s dick?”
The other guards laughed the lead one turned bright red.
“You little-“ His buddy held him
back.
“I remember you, Carl Reynolds; you’re a friend of Bob French.”
“Yeah and I remember what you did to him!”
“You mean when I busted him for helping crooks escape? So you’re here to thank me then.”
The other two guards frowned and hesitated, as the Minx expected they
didn’t know that little detail.
“You bitch!” Carl charged, the Minx
kicked him in the face. A tooth and a
bit of blood flew from his mouth. She
kicked again and broke his knee. He
crumpled to the cement floor.
“G-guys…” His two partners picked
him up pulled him out the door.
The Minx gave a sigh of relief.
She’d been expecting something like this and she’d made it. But how much longer until something serious
happened? She just didn’t know.
She stared at the steel door.
Despite the guards’ search she still had her diamond-tipped false tooth
and could probably cut through the lock in an hour or so. But then she’d still be in the middle of the
city jail with a dozen more steel doors and hundreds of guards between her and
freedom. No, escape wasn’t an
option. At least not yet.
***
Meanwhile in a suburban home…
“Natalie we have to do something, she didn’t kill Hugo Flint! She was with us last night!”
“Hmm…”
“Natalie come on, let’s go!”
“Hold on Dawn. How do we know this
isn’t her plan?”
“Huh? But she’s in jail.”
“She’s the Minx; she can escape any time she wants. Maybe she’s infiltrating a criminal gang or investigating
something from inside prison.”
“But… what about crime?”
“Don’t you see Dawn? With the Minx
out of action this is my chance to prove myself, for Blackout to tackle
crime! Heck this might be part of her
plan! She knows I’m out here to pick up
the slack!”
“You?”
Natalie contorted her face; it was hard to admit but… “OK.
Fine. We’ll fight crime. Blackout and Sunbeam.”
“Yay!”
***
Guards came to the Minx’s cell and roughly brought her to a bare
interrogation room. Two metal chairs
were bolted to the floor with a metal table between them. The table was also bolted down. A one-way mirror dominated the wall. They put heavy manacles on her ankles, then
secured the chain to the chair. They
locked thick cuffs around her slender wrists and secured them to the metal
table. Then, without a word of
explanation, they left her alone.
Click-click-click-click
The Minx could hear high heels clicking down the cement floors. Prisoners rushed to the bars to see who was
walking by but a single cold stare from the owner reduced them to silence.
Click-click-click-click
The steel door opened and she entered the interrogation room. The Minx was waiting for her. She was a striking figure, a few inches
taller than the Minx but with a similar athletic build. She had a short brown hair and was dressed in
a dark business suit with a daringly short skirt but a harsh look on her face
left no doubts about her professionalism.
“Good afternoon Ms. Silverstone. I
am Dr. Ashley Acker, your court-appointed psychologist. I’m here to determine your ability to stand
trial.”
The Minx sneered. “I wasn’t aware
there were any doubts.”
“A woman who spends her nights running around the city in a mink coat and
lingerie, beating up men twice her size?
Why would anyone doubt your sanity?”
The Minx snarled again. “No one
questioned it when it was a man.”
“I’m not your enemy Ms. Silverstone.
I’m just here to ask you some questions.”
The Minx slumped back her cold metal chair.
“Fine then, shoot.”
Dr. Acker opened her briefcase and pulled out a folder along with a thermos
of coffee. The Minx looked at it with
envy. Dr. Acker noticed and poured some
into the cup, she passed it to the Minx’s side and the Curvy Crusader
gratefully sipped it. “Thanks” she
muttered. “I needed that.”
“Please, have some more.”
The Minx finished another cup.
“Now you’ve had a decidedly rocky career since you became the Minx.”
“Rocky? I don’t think defeating
Claudius Crowe, the Green Golfer, Cleopatra, the Jester and Satan Girl is
rocky. I’d call it successful.”
“True, true. But let’s review. A little over a year ago you were captured
and stripped naked by the Wolf Pack.
Apparently Stella barely saved you in time.”
The Minx frowned at the memory.
“A few days after that your ‘associate’ Gregg Stanley was found dead on the
The Minx wrinkled her nose.
“Months later you and your partner were found naked and unconscious in the
The Minx opened her mouth and closed it.
She’d never told the police that the King of Thieves was really Hermes,
after all the cops could hardly hold on to a Greek god. “No.
No I did not.”
“Then there was your partner’s disastrous attempt to reign in gang
violence. How many Stella fans were hurt
in that?”
“A few…”
“You must feel a lot of responsibility for that.”
“Yeah.”
“Especially after those polaroid pictures were published. That actress and those poor girls at
“Yes.”
“Part of Hugo Flint’s publishing empire I believe.”
“Maybe, I really don’t follow those things.”
“And then came the death of Night Fox.”
“What? How? I mean…”
“It was never announced of course, but some of heroes who attended his funeral
mentioned it. It must have been quite a
blow. I’m sure he was like a father to
you Ms. Silverstone.”
“Yes.” She said flatly. Inside she fought down a sob.
“I wonder what he would think now.”
“He’d be proud.” The Minx let a bit
of anger creep into her voice.
“And your behavior since then has certainly been a bit… erratic. Many officers say they saw you with Detective
Mulligan a few weeks ago and you hardly seemed yourself.”
Once again the Minx wondered just what Stella had done while in her body. She just nodded.
“And witnesses say you were seen naked in the warehouse district.”
“I was tracking Satan’s Cheerleaders.”
“Did you catch them?”
“No.”
“Ms. Silverstone you’ve certainly had a frustrating year. A very frustrating year. And your behavior certainly reflects
that. As a woman I can certainly see why
might have some anger towards men like Hugo Flint. He made his fortune exploiting vulnerable
women and showing their naked bodies to the world. Just like so many villains have tried with
you. He’s an easy man to hate.”
“I never said I liked him.”
“But did you kill him?”
“No. I was no where near him. Someone else used one of my diamond-tipped
darts. Probably recovered from a crime
scene.”
“Are you sure you didn’t? After all you’re
quite used to having two identities, maybe more. Maybe ‘Barbara Silverstone’ didn’t do it but
‘the Minx’ did. Or maybe some other
identity. It must be hard to keep them
all straight.”
“I’m not insane.”
“I see. Well I think that covers
everything. Thank you Ms. Silverstone.”
“You’ll excuse me if I don’t walk you to the door Doctor.”
Dr. Acker chuckled. “You still have
a sense of humor. That’s good Barbara,
very good.”
Then she left.
Detective Mulligan came in after her.
And closed the door. “Hey
Foxy.” He unlocked her legs and
wrists. She flexed them, grateful to
finally be free.
“I heard what happened with Reynolds.”
“Nothing happened. He fell down in
my cell while we were discussing the issue of corruption among prison guards.”
“Foxy you have a lot of enemies in here.
More than I can protect you from, more than you can protect yourself
from. But I think I can get you
out. Get you transferred to the women’s
penitentiary upstate. At least until
your trial.”
The Minx thought about that for a minute.
The women’s pen had much lighter security plus there’d be a chance to
escape during the transfer.
“And what do you want for your help?”
Mulligan put his arms around her and held her close. He kissed her cheek. “Oh I’m sure you’d think of something
Foxy. What with use being such close
friends and all.”
The Minx knew a dozen ways to get him off; many of them were quite
painful. But then again he was right;
she had a lot of enemies and not too many friends… And not many cards in her hand. She kissed him on the lips.
“Tell you what detective, get me upstate and we can have a close, personal
meeting together.”
“Sorry Foxy, this a strictly payment up-front deal.” She could feel his hands on her breasts. She wondered if anyone was watching beyond
the one-way mirror. It wouldn’t be
hard. It certainly wasn’t the most
distasteful thing she’d ever done. But… She was the Minx damnit. Whatever happened, whatever they did to her
she still had her pride. Maybe that was
all she had.
She pushed him away.
“I’d like to go back to my cell now Detective Mulligan.”
The cop frowned but nodded. He
opened the door. “Take her back guys.”
As she was led out the door he stopped them. “Hey Foxy, one last thing. You have to sleep sometime Foxy. Keep that in mind.”
“Thank you detective, I’ll remember that.”
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she walked back to the cell. He was right of course. The longer she stayed here the more danger
she was in. Between the howls of the
other prisoners and the rude shoves of the guards she knew things were getting
worse.
***
No one noticed Dr. Ashley Acker leaving the prison and slipping into a dark
alleyway. She stripped off her blue
jacket and grey turtleneck, revealing a daringly tight purple leotard under it. It clung to her shapely form like body paint
and was slit almost down to her naval.
She pulled off her miniskirt and stockings and pulled a pair of
thigh-high boots from her bag. A yellow
utility belt and indigo cape finished her outfit and a pointy-eared mask covered
her face. She took out a miniature
crossbow and fired. Moments later she
was swinging above the city heading for the old warehouse district.
She smiled. It was hard to believe
that pathetic girl was her rival. The
Minx didn’t even know she was being hunted.
No wonder she’d been such easy prey for…
The Night Huntress!
***
Three days passed.
“I’m sorry Gloria-“
“Barbara. Barbara or the Minx. I know you checked with your stellar sight
but you never know who’s listening.”
“Sorry Minx, I mean Barbara, I mean… I can’t do it! I can’t find the real killer! There’s no clues, no nothing. I mean… sure you could do it in a minute but
I’m not a detective. I can’t do it.”
“I… I see.”
“I’m sorry.”
Stella and the Minx looked at each other for a few minutes.
“Um, what happened to your eye?”
“I fell down.”
“Glo- Minx, what really happened?”
She sighed loudly. “Some of the
guards paid me a little visit last night.
Don’t worry I took care of them.”
“Minx you’re in danger here!”
“No, I can handle it. Really. Besides, I… I’m going to be transferred
upstate soon.”
Mulligan had returned after a day.
And the Minx sucked his dick until her came over her tits. In return he’d promised to get her
transferred. She wasn’t proud of it, and
certainly wasn’t going to tell Stella, but she did what she had to. She was getting tired; she couldn’t even get
her three hours of sleep here. She
needed to go somewhere safe before she collapsed completely.
“OK. Are you sure you’re fine? I mean just say the word and I could break
you out of here.”
“No, absolutely not. If you do that
we’ll both be fugitives and we’ll never clear our names. Just keep looking Stella, check the crime
scene again, check our old foes, check for new ones. Someone’s out there, and they must have left
a clue!”
“OK Minx, I’ll try. I promise.”
“Thanks Stella. I know you’ll do
your best.”
Stella left and Mulligan entered.
“Hey Mulligan, time to go so soon? I
haven’t even packed my bags.” The Minx tried to keep the hope out of her voice
but didn’t completely succeed.
“Sorry Foxy, but the judge said no.”
“What?!”
“Says sending you upstate is too a big a risk, with your escape skills he
says we have to keep you in maximum security, and that means here.”
“But… but… Listen Mulligan, you know
that if I’m here much long I won’t make it to trial.”
“I know it’s rough Foxy but-“
“GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT DAMN
YOU!”
“I-“
The Minx charged him hissing, Detective Mulligan ran out the cell door and
slammed it shut. The Minx clawed at the
door for several minutes before finally sinking into a ball crying.
***
Stella landed back at the penthouse and sighed loudly. She’d checked the crime scene again, talked
to Candi Sugar, his Plaything of the Month, even talked to a lawyer. The case was far from open and shut, most of
the evidence was circumstantial, but nothing she’d found would get the Minx out
of jail now. She thought again about
just breaking the Minx out but rejected it.
Gloria was clear she didn’t want that.
“Stupid Gloria…” She muttered. She turned on the TV and plopped down on the
couch.
She yawned. All this work was really
tiring her out. Even the Girl of the Stars
needed her beauty sleep after all…
She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
She never even noticed how the lighting in the room had a red tinge or the
mild tranquilizer gas in the air.
A shadowy figure landed on the patio and let himself in. He gently picked up the sleeping blonde and
took to the air. He headed north.
***
The Minx scowled and tensed the next time the cell door opened. She was ready for whatever came through, more
abusive guards, escaped prisoners, Detective Mulligan, Stella, even the Green
Golfer reborn!
But she wasn’t ready for this.
“Hi Gloria.”
She hastily turned her head and lowered her gaze trying to hide her
face. “I don’t know who you’re-“
“Gloria, come on, it’s me, Pepper Dickinson. We were in school together for years; you
don’t think changing your hair would fool me.
I knew as soon as I saw the mug shot.
I told them I had a note from Stella and they let me in.”
“Heh, guess not. Good to see
you.” She gave her old friend a
hug. Gloria and Pepper studied criminology
together at
“So what brings you here… Pepper what are you doing?”
Pepper took off her jacket and started unbuttoning her shirt. “We don’t have much time; Boss Bruno paid off
some guards and is coming here tonight.
Something about collecting what you owe him.”
“I guess he saw the mug shot too…”
Pepper unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. “So put on my uniform and tie me up. Then you just walk out of here. When they find me I’ll say you knocked me out
and escaped.”
“But-“
“It’s not perfect plan but we don’t have time.”
The Minx thought for a second, running through a thousand scenarios and
rejecting them all. She nodded and
started unbuttoning her prison uniform.
“No bra? You are a liberated
woman.” Pepper chuckled.
“No panties either. Somehow the
prison never got around to issuing me delicates.”
“I’d offer mine but I don’t think it would fit.”
“Showoff.”
The Minx buttoned on Pepper’s shirt and pulled on the skirt while the
taller woman squeezed into the Minx’s orange prison uniform.
“Pepper are you sure-“
“Ssh! Gloria I’d do anything for
you, you know that. Now hurry!”
The Minx tore a sheet into strips and tied Pepper’s wrists and ankles and
gagged her. “Sorry” she whispered and
put the blonde on her cot, facing away from the door. She pulled up another sheet to cover Pepper’s
blond hair. The Minx put on her hat and
pulled it low. She found a pair of
sunglasses in Pepper’s pocket and put them on.
She rapped her knuckles on the cell door until a guard opened it.
“Thanks.” She strode past the
guard.
“Hey wait a sec, weren’t you taller?
Lemme see your face-“
The Minx dropped him with a quick chop to the neck. She looked around, no one else was
around. The other guards had probably
been sent away to clear space for Boss Bruno.
She dragged the guard into a closet and closed the door.
The Minx made it outside without further incident. In an alleyway she ditched the cap, jacket
and badge. No longer obviously dressed
as a policewoman, she hailed a cab to a department store and bought a new
outfit (making a note to reimburse Pepper).
She took three more cabs around town to further confuse the trail before
finally arriving home.
***
“Well, well, well Barbara Silverstone I presume!” Seems you and I have a long-overdue
appointment. Good to see you’re already
in bed.”
Boss Bruno strode in like an Emperor.
Bruno was build like brick wall, 6’ tall and almost as wide, with
ape-like arms and thick fingers. He’d
gotten his start in underground wrestling rings and never lost his build. Two of his thugs lurked behind him grinning
like cats, waiting for the show.
“The silent treatment huh? Well
you’re gonna make plenty of noise soon.”
He pulled off the sheet, and cursed.
“Who the hell is this slut? Where’s
the fucking Minx?!”
He looked at his thugs, they just shrugged.
Bruno snarled and grabbed Pepper by her curly blond hair. He pulled out the gag. “Oh thank goodness you came! I’m Policewoman Dickinson, that awful Minx
knocked me out and took my uniform. I
don’t know where she went!”
He looked her up and down in her too-small prison suit. No a bad looker.
“Yeah, maybe, or maybe you let her go.
I hear you women’s lib types stick together. Maybe you do know something.” Bruno threw her across the room. She hit the cement wall hard; the two thugs
grabbed her arms. Bruno rolled up his
sleeves.
“HELP!” She screamed.
“Ain’t no one coming to help you.”
He punched her hard in the stomach.
“Not after what I paid to get some privacy.”
“You can’t! I’m a cop!”
“You wanna know how many cops I own in this town? Lemme tell ya Policewoman Dickinson, by
tomorrow I’ll know your parents’ names, your grandparents’ names, everyone you
ever cared about. I’ll know where they
live, what they do, and how to get to them.
You say a God-damn word and they’ll pay the price.”
“N-no…”
He tore open her shirt. “Nice
tits. Even nicer than the Minx’s
wouldn’t you say?”
“I don’t know!”
“She must’ve stripped to get into your clothes. Didn’t you check her out?”
“She knocked me out! I was
unconscious!”
“Did she?” He grabbed her hair and
wrenched her head. “I don’t see a bump
or nothing.”
“I-“
He hit her in the stomach again.
“Now that we know you’re a lying slut I don’t have to be so polite no more.”
“Please, I don’t know anything!”
“Really? Then you’re going to have a
pretty unpleasant night Policewoman Dickinson.”
He tore off her orange pants and unzipped his fly.
***
“Stella?
There was no answer. She looked
around the apartment but there was no sign of Stella.
“Huh, I guess she’s out looking for clues.
Well with her stellar senses she’ll know I’ve escaped soon enough.” On the way over the Minx heard a radio report
that the Minx had assaulted a policewoman and escaped. She hoped Pepper wouldn’t get in too much
trouble.
The Minx turned towards the hidden entrance to the Minx Pad; it was time to
get to work clearing her name.
Then she yawned. She’d not had a
good night’s sleep in four days. Or a
shower. Or worn underwear.
And her name would still be dirty tomorrow.
She headed for the bathroom and then bed.
***
“Well, well, well. Little miss goody
two-shoes broke out after all. I’m
surprised she had the guts. Wes always
told her to follow the rules.”
“Shall I bring her back in mistress?”
“No Night Huntress, not right now. I
think we’ll let her hang a while longer, erode her confidence further. With her partner out of the picture she’s no
threat at all.”
“I want her mistress. Every day she’s
out there is an insult.”
“Patience Night Huntress, patience.
She’ll be here at my feet soon enough.”
Afterword
The
first section of this story with Stella writhing under the green rays was
actually the first bit I wrote for this series.
It set up the whole theme of the series, Stella vs. the Minx. They have that weird sort of friendship
that’s just on the edge of hatred. It took 23 chapters but I finally got to use
it!
This
was a long chapter, the longest yet. I
thought of breaking it in two but decided I liked the flow of it too much.
I’d
like to apologize for Dr. Corvidae’s outrageous accent. I really have no idea
how to show a German accent and once we learn more about him it will all make
sense.
As
for this story, it’s the start of something I call the dark days. Yes Stella and the Minx’s happy carefree days
are over, from here on things will get distinctly unpleasant for them.
But
not for us!
One
last thing, while doing some vanity searches on this series I found two
interesting sites:
Hyper
Sexy Galaxy Detective Stella
This Japanese company specializes in heroines in peril videos. And look!
They already made a Stella film!
This is just weird. I mean who else
would come up with the same pair of names?
Anyway
see you all next issue!
Marcus Lycus
Next issue: It’s all been building up to this, our
Two-Year Anniversary epic! If you
thought our One Year Anniversary was something you’ve not seen anything
yet! Be here for Stellar Man Returns! It’s
not what you expect!
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