Stella and the Minx #25:
The Erotic
Misadventures of Stella and Foxy
Our
story so far: Stellar
Man and Night Fox were the greatest heroes of the 60s but in the 70s their
female counterparts Stella and Minx took over!
In the final days
of 1971 Stellar Man seemed to return to Earth but it was in fact one of his
robot doubles. Stella was imprisoned in
his Citadel of Isolation.
Meanwhile the
Minx was framed for murder and had to escape from prison.
Stella seduced
and destroyed the robot doubles but the Minx was captured by a mysterious
woman.
What next?
Keep reading to
find out!
Marcus Lycus
March 2009
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Issue 25 – The
Erotic adventures of Stella and Foxy
Prologue
The year was 1953…
A more innocent time when Megapolis was protected by the Canny
Crusaders…
NIGHT FOX
AND FERRET
“Ropes getting tighter… can’t reach my utility belt…”
“Yes Night Fox, these ‘cat whiskers’ are my own invention. The more you struggle, the tighter they
become.” A soft voice purred from the
shadows. Night Fox craned his neck and
saw the face of his captor. The
diabolical femme fatal known as…
NICHT CAT
She slinked into the room dressed in a shinny purple minidress and
matching purple fishnets. A cat tail
swished behind her.
“Night Cat you fiend!”
“And while you struggle my dear Night Fox, more and more warm milk pours
into the vat where young Ferret is tied up.”
“Holy healthy bones Night Fox!
Drowned in milk!”
“But there is one way you can save yourself and your charming young
companion…”
“What do you want you fiend!”
Night Cat unfastened Night Fox’s utility belt and tossed it aside. Then she started on his tights.
“Holy birds and bees Night Fox! I
can’t watch!”
***
The year was 1954…
“I have finished the arrangements sir.
The trust fund is set up through a shell company, there is nothing
leading back to the Adams Foundation.”
“Thank you Fernando. She’ll get a
check each month?”
“Yes sir, quite a generous sum I might add. And she has promised to retire from her…
career, so long as we do not give her name to the police. I reminded her how terrible it would for the
young one if her mother went to prison.”
“Good… Tell me Fernando was it-“
“A girl sir. She named her
“Thank you Fernando. That will be
all.”
***
The year was 1959…
“Holy ameba Night Fox! The Jester
has tied Night Fox Lady to a log about to be cut in half by a circular saw!”
Sure enough a shapely brunette was tied up exactly as Ferret
described. She wore a slinky brown
minidress, cut down almost to her navel and cut almost up to her hips. Under the dress she wore red stockings and a
red under shirt that protected her modesty.
She also had a red mask, red fox ears and a red cape. She was…
Night Fox Lady
And she was in deep, deep trouble.
“Don’t worry Ferret, my trusty Fox Claw will cut the ropes!” Night Fox responded and threw the knife-edged
boomerang. Sure enough it severed the
ropes and freed the bound heroine without scratching her. She rolled off the log with seconds to spare.
“Oh Night Fox, you saved me!” She
ran up to hug him but the furry fighter of crime raised a hand and stopped her.
“Yes but I fear the delay has allowed the Jester to escape with the
priceless collection of medieval jester’s caps he stole from the Megapolis
Museum of Medieval Treasures.”
“I’m sorry Night Fox, I only meant to help!”
“I know Night Fox Lady, but your mistakes allowed the villain to escape
and almost cost you your life.”
“Oh Night Fox, why don’t you let me be your partner, to learn from you,
to… to be with you?”
“I’m sorry Night Fox Lady but my crusade against crime means that I
cannot spare time for the fairer sex.”
With a flourish of his cape Night Fox leapt out the window and
disappeared into the night.
“Holy bimbo Night Fox Lady! Why
don’t you just stay home!” Ferret added
as he left.
***
The year was 1961…
“Holy Marie Antoinette Night Fox!
The Puzzler has tied Night Fox Lady to that replica guillotine and a
candle is burning through the rope!”
“Mmmph!” Night Fox Lady shouted
through her gag.
“Don’t worry Ferret, this Fox Magnet will stop the blade from falling.”
“Good job Night Fox! I’ll untie her!”
“No old chum, we don’t have time, we must make sure the Puzzler does not
get away with that priceless collection of antique jigsaw puzzles!”
They ran onwards leaving the bound and gagged crime-fighter to wiggle
her way free from the ropes.
***
The year was 1962…
“Night Fox! But how did you
discover my secret identity?”
Night Fox Lady was undressing in her Fox Parlor located beneath Zenith
Manor outside of Megapolis. Night Fox
stepped out of the shadows.
“Oh I worked it out about a week after you appeared. You had the characteristic body language of
an acrobat and it only took a few days to compare the jaw-line visible under
your mask to the known acrobats in the greater Megapolis area. Once I matched you to Zora Zenith, the Polish
circus acrobat who married the late electronics tycoon Zieleg Zenith it all
came together.”
“But you never-“
“It’s time to finish this.”
“But-“
“Your antics were amusing for a while but it’s obvious you are not cut
out to be a crime fighter.”
“But-“
“You’re a circus acrobat, not a detective, not a martial artist. You only put on your costume out of
boredom. I’m telling you this one time. Hang it up.
I won’t always be there to save you.”
Night Fox Lady’s shoulders slumped.
She let go of her costume letting it fall off her breasts. She was almost 30 but her breasts did not sag
at all. She smiled an impish smile.
“You know Night Fox, it wasn’t just for fun. There was one other reason I put it on.”
“Hmm?”
“And I’ll hang it up tonight, but under one condition.” She stepped out of her boots and lowered the
costume to the floor. Now she wore only
her panties, stockings and of course her cape and mask.
“And what is that?” Night Fox
said with a smile.
“I think you can guess…”
Zora Zenith woke up the next morning in her own bed. Alone.
Night Fox was gone. But not
forgotten.
***
The year was 1965…
“It’s a perfect dismount! And
Helena Weather gets a perfect 10! The
first perfect 10 in the history of California Junior Gymnastics Finals!”
The crowd cheered their new heroine.
“You must be very proud Miss Weather.”
“More than you could know!”
“Your daughter is very impressive.
I saw her last week as well, when she won the judo tournament.”
“Did you?” Mary Weather’s eyes
narrowed. She slipped a hand into her
purse. She still carried a set of ‘cat
whiskers’ just in case.
“Now, now Night Cat, I’m not here to fight you.”
“Who are you?”
“The name’s Zora, Zora Zenith.”
“Never heard of you.”
“You might recognize me if I was wearing a brown minidress and red
ears.”
“Brown minidress… Hey! You’re that bimbo who was following Night Fox
around! Night Fox Lady!”
“Yep.”
The two women hugged.
“So did you ever… y’know?”
“Yeah, finally.”
“It was something huh?”
“I can’t even begin.”
“I heard he picked up a new one, poor gal.”
“That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Mommy! Mommy! Did you see me? Did you?
Huh?”
“Oh yes
***
The year was 1969…
RING-RING
“Hello?”
“Hello Zora, it’s me. How is
“Don’t worry Mary,
“No! Let me speak to her! You can’t cut me off like this-“
Zora hung up and stretched, it was time to check up on
TWANG!
THUNK!
“Heads up
TWANG!
THUNK!
It fell to the ground with a hole torn through the center.
“I have news. It seems Wes is
retiring from the Adams Foundation.
Moving down to
“What?”
“It gets better. With Night Fox gone,
guess who he left to protect the city?”
“No!”
“Yes. Night Fox Girl. She’s calling herself the Minx now. She got the mansion, the fortune and now
she’s his heir. While his daughter gets
nothing.”
“I hate her!”
“Don’t worry
***
The year was 1970…
“No one knows who built these tunnels; some of them are a century old or
even more. They used them for smuggling
liquor in from
“This will be our new home
***
The year was 1971…
“Well, well, well, look at the little rats who used to be wolves.”
The Wolf Pack gang members stopped dead.
Stella had gone nuts! She’d
already burned a dozen guys to death, so they fled into the sewers to get
away. They’d heard there were lead pipes
down there to block her x-rays, they might be the only safe spot in the
city. But now their way was blocked by a
woman.
“Holy shit! It’s the Minx!”
“No. Not quite.”
One of them shined a flashlight, they weren’t sure who it was but it
sure wasn’t the Minx. She was wearing a
black minidress, black fishnet stockings and a red cape. They’d have taken her for a hooker except she
was wearing a red mask too.
“It’s some wanna-be sooper hero!”
“No. Not quite. If you’re smart, I’m your new boss. And if you’re not…”
“Fuck this, let’s get her!”
“I wouldn’t do that if I was you.”
“Yeah lady, well you’re gonna be singing a different tune
once we cut that costume off of you.”
“Try me.”
The lead punk popped a switchblade and rushed her.
TWANG!
THUNK!
GURGLE!
He fell dying with a crossbow bolt in his throat.
Another woman stepped out of the shadows.
“Anyone else want to try that?”
The gangers muttered among themselves.
“Now you can go back to the surface and risk getting burned
to death by that flying bimbo, or you can come with me and make more money than
you’ve ever seen in your pathetic lives.”
She turned and walked away.
The young punks slowly followed.
***
Hours later a Lincoln Towncar pulled up in front of a
Today he’d proven a local citrus grove was using illegal
immigrants to harvest its fruit. He’d
drop off the evidence at the INS tomorrow.
It wasn’t exactly the crime of the century but it made him feel
good. A man his age needs to keep busy.
He never noticed the woman across the street watching him
from the roof. She watched his body
language, how he favored his left side, how even the trip up the stairs winded
him.
She’d already mapped out the alarm and security
systems. They were good, the best money
could buy, but not enough to keep her out.
She patted the canister by her side.
The gas was odorless, colorless and, over time, lethal. The cancer it caused was slow, painful and
humiliating. A fitting death for the man
who had denied her for her whole life.
First him. Then the girl who
stole her life.
She knew she could feel happy or anxious or something. But she felt nothing. It was just another challenge, just another
test to complete.
***
Today
The year is 1972. The year Nixon
shook hands with Mao, American troops left
Because the Girl of the Stars was going home.
***
Stella smiled as the bright lights of Megapolis appeared on the
horizon. She shot upwards like a rocket
into the cold edge of space. It felt so
good to be free after days as a prisoner in the Citadel of Isolation. She enjoyed the feeling of cold wisps of air
tickling her body but not bothering her.
Such a nice change after days of being a powerless girl in that cold icy
cell. She stretched and arched her
back. She was going back home. She was Stella again. And nothing could hurt her. Even from orbit her stellar sight easily
picked out the home she shared with her partner and best friend the Minx. She shot downwards like a red and blue comet. Traveling faster than the human eye can
follow she landed on the penthouse patio but her stellar powers let her stop
and land as lightly as a feather. She
slid open the glass door and happily returned home.
“Gloria, you there? You’ll never
believe what happened to me! Remember
those stupid robots Stellar Man was always making?”
But the Minx’s room was empty and the bed still made. Stella shrugged, it was pretty typical for
Gloria. Always off on her patrols or
whatever.
She headed for the kitchen to hunt down some leftovers. There she found a note on the fridge in
Gloria’s handwriting.
“Hmph, isn’t that just like Gloria.
Off having fun when I need her.”
***
The Minx clung desperately to her lover, her arms wrapped around his
lean, muscular chest, her head cradled against his cheek. “Mmm,
“It’s OK Gloria, I’m here. You
know I’ll always be here for you. I love
you.”
“I’m sorry
“I know Gloria.”
“If you hadn’t come along and saved me from Night Huntress… Who knows what would have happened?”
“I know Gloria. You would have
been captured. Drugged. Tied up.
Totally at her mercy. Subjected
to all sorts of sadistic experiments.”
The Minx started to twitch as he mentioned that, she dug her nails into
his back and squeezed harder. “Please
“Don’t what? Mention how stubborn
you were? How arrogant? How stupid?
How you decided to take on the police, Night Huntress and a family of
Stellar Man robots by yourself?”
“Please, it’s starting again!
“Face it Gloria, you screwed up.
And this time I wasn’t there to help you. No one was.”
“Uhh! Uhh!” The Minx gasped.
“And this little fantasy?
Pathetic.”
“Puh-please!
“You should have thought of that before you sent me away Gloria. You really should have.” With that he turned and walked away into the
shadows.
Alone, naked in the dark, the Minx screamed.
***
“Have you ever heard of peak human theory?”
“Enlighten me Doctor.”
“It’s something the Wayne-Kent Institute came up with. Basically they were trying to explain people
like Night Fox who, as far as anyone could tell, were ordinary humans. But were
faster, stronger, smarter and just all-around better than any ordinary human
should be.”
“And what did they find?”
“Their theory is that certain individuals, with the right combination of
psychological and physiological factors can become ‘peak humans’. Ambidextrous, photographic memory, dense
muscle structures, elevated adrenaline levels, rapid healing. Heck they’re even luckier than the rest of
us. None of these are ‘superhuman’ but
for one person to have all of them at once...
Well the results are quite remarkable.”
“I see…”
“Since the Depression they’ve identified about 400 of these ‘peak
humans’. Some are soldiers, or spies, or
cops but most of them are masked vigilantes, or masked criminals. They suspect that taking on another identity
helps develop the psychological factors necessary for peak humanity. Just a few hundred in a population of
hundreds of millions. When I read about
them in university I never thought I would even get to meet one. Much less study one.”
“Yet here you are.”
“Yes. Here I am. With a peak human of my very own to
study. The very pinnacle of human
development. An Olympian’s body and a
Nobel Prize-winner’s mind. All mine to
play with. To mold. And to break.”
“You must be very happy Dr. jest.”
“Oh I am mistress. He
laughed. Very, very happy!”
***
The Minx screamed.
She was naked, tied to a metal ‘X’, her arms and legs strapped down with
more straps around her waist and neck.
Wires were connected to her nipples, her armpits, her fingernails and
her toes. A metal visor covered her eyes
and ears.
She screamed again.
Random electrical charges shocked her body. She writhed and danced to the current. Heaters cooked her body for a time, then they
shut off and freezing air was blown over her.
Inside the visor bright strobe lights flashed in her eyes, even closing
them didn’t help. High pitched sounds
tore through her ears. It was all
random, no pattern to adjust to, no logic to predict it with. No chance to think. No relief either.
Until…
She felt rough hands on her hips.
There was a quick and painful thrust and a hot member was inside
her. The electric currents stopped. The light became restful, the sounds in her
ears soothing. A tube entered her mouth
and she had a moment to desperately suck at the fluid pumped into it. She relaxed.
Her breathing became easy for a few moments.
Then the hot member twitched and hot cum shot into her cunt. It pulled out.
“No! No!” She cried.
The tube withdrew. The shocks
started again. The lights flashed, the
noises tore into her mind. She screamed
again.
***
“The process is just classical conditioning. She in constant pain, no chance to rest, no
chance to think. No food or water
either. Except when I, or one of the
men, fucks her. Then she had a few brief
moments of calm and is fed. Then it’s
back to the pain. All the while her
incredible brain is recording it all.
We’re training her. When I’m
finished she won’t be able to do a damn thing without a dick up her cunt.”
“Excellent Dr. Jest.”
“As you requested.”
“As I commanded.”
“Yes Mistress, of course Mistress.”
Dr. Jest looked at his new employer.
Night Vixen
He estimated she was in her late-30s but very well preserved. She was more fit than girls half her
age. She dressed to show it off
too. She wore a tiny black dress and a
crimson cape over it. Black gloves, red
stockings and black shoes completed the outfit.
A red mask covered her features and long dark hair crowned her
head. She’d set up this lair, recruited
her henchmen and laid her plans. She was
taking over Megapolis, and no one in the city knew.
Except him.
Dr. Jest contacted her after putting together stories of missing gang
members and criminals being blackmailed.
He’d offered his services as a psychologist. And as a trainer.
“She doesn’t deserve this.” The
woman next to him hissed. He
tensed. Night Vixen’s companion scared
even him. Dr. Jest knew she would not
hesitate to put a crossbow bolt between his eyes if she was told to.
Night Huntress
While Night Vixen’s voice implied she might enjoy killing someone, when
Night Huntress spoke it was a simple statement of fact. She could kill you any time she chose. And it didn’t matter either way.
“Now, now
“I should have just killed her after I beat her. Nice and clean.”
“And what good would that do?
Didn’t you listen to the good doctor?
She’s a precious treasure, one in a million, and you want to kill her
just to gratify your ego? Oh
Night Huntress bowed her head slightly.
“I’m sorry mistress.”
“Oh don’t worry about it
“Yes mistress.”
“Oh and do be sure to avoid that flying blonde. I understand she’s back in town.”
“I will mistress.”
***
Stella finished her patrol and headed for
Yeah.
That would go over really well.
She wished the Minx would hurry back from
About the only good thing that came out of her ordeal was now she had an
intact red stellar radiation projector!
She’d carefully removed it from her room in the citadel and was
transporting it back to Dr. Corvidae’s lab.
She swooped in a window.
“Ack! Fräulein Stella! You haff come to back!”
“Um yeah. Hi.”
“But verr haff you been?”
“Kidnapped by stupid robots.
Long story. But um, I got
something for you.” She unwrapped the
projector from her indestructible cape.
“It’s a red stellar radiation ray.
A real one. Can you make it
work?”
The doctor’s eyes lit up.
“Yah! Yah! I tink I can!
Can you come back next Tuesday?”
“Sure thing doc.”
***
Dr. Jest wandered through the corridors of the underground base. The base was slowly filling up with dozens of
lowlifes. Minor criminals from around
the city recruited to join Night Vixen’s organization.
“Hey doc!”
“What’s up doc?”
“Looking good doc!”
A dozen men were lined up outside the cell.
‘Night Wolves’ is what Night Vixen called them and it was a good
name. They were predators. Rather than waste energy fighting them, Night
Vixen paid them well and let them vent their violent impulses on other
criminals. It was a perfect set up,
everyone got what they wanted.
Doctor Jest waved as he passed them and squeezed through the door.
The Minx was lying there, still strapped to the table, a mindless grin
on her face. The scarred gang member
plowing into her, grunted with the effort.
Inside the helmet soothing sounds and lights calmed the Minx while a
familiar voice repeated in ears “I’m Foxy!
I like to fuck!”
It had taken weeks of monitoring her communications to get the right vocabulary
on tape and splice the words together.
But now all the Minx could hear was her own voice telling her “I’m
Foxy! I like to fuck!” Dr. Jest smiled. She was mouthing the words.
He called the next one in but motioned for him to wait.
The Minx started to twitch.
“Please…” She moaned. “Please f-fuck me… please… Foxy likes to
fuck… please fuck Foxy…”
The shocks started again. She
screamed. “FUCK FOXY! FUCK FOXY!”
She cried as her body writhed on the steel X. Dr. Jest nodded. The henchman unzipped and slipped his dick
into the writhing girl’s cunt. The pain
stopped. The Minx sighed contently.
“Foxy likes to fuck…” She
muttered.
The Minx felt the now-familiar sensation of a hot dick cuming in her
cunt and pulling out.
“NO!” She screamed. “NO!”
She waited for the pain to start again.
But another dick slipped in. She
sighed contently.
Dr. Jest made a note on his chart.
He watched the next mating, timing it with his stopwatch. The Minx climaxed a full minute before her
partner.
He called the next one in.
***
“Good to see you Stellar Girl-“
“Stella.”
“Gone back to that name huh?”
Mulligan looked her over. “Along
with the hooker costume.” He added under
his breath.
Stella opened her mouth to explain but closed it. She still didn’t know how explain the
situation. “Look Mulligan, it’s a long
story, just tell me what’s going on OK?”
“Sure, this punk had a rap sheet as long as your arm. Armed robbery, burglary, drug dealing, you
name it. Tough guy too, amateur
boxer. Lately he’s been working for Boss
Bruno, pushing weed and heroin. Well
this is how we found him.”
Stella looked at the battered carcass in front of her, it was barely
recognizable as human. She felt sick.
“We figure about 5 assailants with baseball bats. They beat him to death. It must have taken an hour or two. Of course no one saw or heard anything.”
“Stars and comets…” Stella
whispered.
“Looks like we’ve got a new gang in town, and they’re playing rough.”
“T-thanks, I um, I have to go.”
“Whatever. Just make sure Stellar
Man hears about this OK? After what
happened last time I don’t want you sticking your nose into street crime
without his help.”
Stella was already in the air but her stellar hearing caught all of
that. “Fuck you…” She muttered and fought back a tear. It was time to settle this Stellar Man thing
once and for all.
Stella flew around the block a few more times peering into Timmy
O’Leary’s apartment. She could still
hear it, the whole city was buzzing, people wanted to know what happened to
Stellar Man and Stellar Woman. They were
blaming her! She had to get her story
out. Finally she swallowed hard and flew
in the window.
“Princess is that you? I’ve got a
column to finish, why don’t you put on that pink number and wait for me in
the-“
“Hello Timmy.”
The red-headed reporter turned around.
“Oh. It’s you.”
“We need to talk, talk about Stellar Man’s ‘return’.”
“You mean those robots you had pretending to be Polly and Stellar Man?”
“Huh? You knew?”
“When you know Stellar Man as well as I do, yeah. Some things were just off a little. I was just writing a column about it now.”
Stella looked at his typewriter.
ROBOTS! Who does Stella think she’s fooling?
“It wasn’t like that! Their
Stellar Girl was another robot!”
“And where were you?”
“It’s a long story but the short version is some of Stellar Man’s stupid
robots went nuts and thought they were really Stellar Man and Polly. They kept me prisoner in the Citadel.”
“And?”
“I escaped. And smashed
them. The end. Now write it down so everyone will get off my
back.”
“Stella I-“
“Look I really don’t want to talk about it OK? It sucked, and now it’s over. I gotta go.
Bye.”
She vanished out the window. For
once Timmy O’Leary was left speechless.
***
The Minx lay exhausted in her bed.
Her pussy felt rubbed raw, her throat hurt when she spoke, in fact her
entire body ached. She felt her lover
cum and pull out.
“NO PLEASE!”
“I’m sorry Foxy, but I got what I wanted.” Mulligan said. “See you!”
“No… please don’t go…” She
wailed, panic rising. Without a lover
the pain would start again!
“Why not?” Fernando
answered. “Fucking is all you’re good
for.”
“No…”
“We used to laugh at you, Master Warren and I. Our little Night Fuck Girl.”
“No… don’t say that…”
“Everyone knows you only became a heroine to fuck Night Fox.”
“No… I…”
“Now beg for it, show us all what a slut you are!”
The pain started. The bright
lights burning through her eyelids, the shocks, the heat… She couldn’t take it anymore.
“Someone please, Arrowman, Stone, Warren, Glenn! Please I’m begging you, anything, anything
just don’t leave me!”
“Anything?” She head the voice,
it sounded near her head but she couldn’t see him, she shook her head from side
to side but he seemed to dance just out of her line of sight.
“Yes! Anything, oh please, please,
fuck me, please!”
“What’s your name?”
“G-Gloria!”
“Wrong.”
PAIN!
“What’s your name?”
“M-Minx?”
“Wrong.”
PAIN!
“What’s your name?”
“F-foxy?”
“Again.”
“Foxy!”
“And what does Foxy like?”
“Foxy likes to fuck!”
“Again.”
“FOXY LIKES TO FUCK!”
“Yes, yes she does.”
She felt a hot dick slip inside her.
She sighed contently.
***
Stella sat crouched on a ledge high atop
“I heard she told
Stellar Man to leave.”
“I heard Polly
couldn’t stand her.”
“I bet she did
something to them.”
Why didn’t anyone like her?
Why couldn’t things ever be easy?
“Hey Lynn, you OK?”
“You know I can hear those winged sandals of yours from miles away. It’s like a swarm of bees buzzing in my ear.”
“Oh. Sorry.” Princess Patriot landed gracefully next to
her, dusted off the ledge, frowned but gingerly sat down. “Timmy told about-“
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Yeah, he said that too. I guess
you heard about the Minx, they say she killed two more men, an author and a
bank president.”
“She didn’t do it.”
“I know it’s hard to believe but-“
“She didn’t do it. She’s in
“
“Who knows? But that’s what was
on the note she left me. Stupid
Gloria. I was a prisoner, robots took my
place, and she just takes off for
“I’m sorry
“What do you know?! You’re
‘Princess Prefect’! Nothing bad ever
happens to you! You don’t know what it’s
like being me!”
“Lynn I-“
“Just leave me alone OK?” Stella
jumped off the ledge, fell a hundred feet, then flew off faster than the eye
could see.
Princess Patriot didn’t even have time to stand up.
***
Foxy liked to fuck. She liked it
a lot. More than anything else. There was nothing else. There was fucking and there was pain.
Sometimes she could hear a voice inside her but she ignored it. She knew that voice meant more pain.
Sometimes she could remember things, but remembering meant pain.
Sometimes she could hear another voice, telling her do things. If she did them she could fuck. If she didn’t… pain.
Foxy doesn’t like pain.
Foxy likes to fuck.
***
“Did you see the
Daily Comet? Stellar Man and his wife
were robots?”
“I knew it all
along, we’re better off without him, Stellar Man was a fascist!”
“That poor
girl. It must have crushed her. She idolized Stellar Man you know.”
“It’s a government
conspiracy.”
She sighted in relief. At least
no one would ask her about those stupid robots anymore.
***
“Foxy likes to fuck! Please fuck
Foxy! Please! Please!”
The girl babbled on, repeating variations of the same phrase again and
again. Her voice grew more shrill and
panicked as the minutes ticked by. Her
body started to shake and convulse as if shocked, even though Dr. Jest had not
activated the torture devices.
He checked the EKG reading, it showed almost no brain activity. He compared to the early readings where
activity was almost off the chart.
It had been 3 days since the Minx had uttered her last unscripted
comment.
Dr. Jest sat back and watched Foxy scream in imagined pain, begging for
someone, anyone to fuck her.
The Minx, one of the smartest and most strong-willed women in the
world. And he had broken her.
Life was good.
It was time to show off his new toy.
***
“I think Boss Bruno got the message.
After me and the “bat men” got done with his pusher three wasn’t much
left, he looked more like pot roast than a person. They won’t be coming back to the watch-making
district.”
Night Vixen nodded.
“Excellent work Tobias. I think
you deserve a special reward. Don’t you
Dr. Jest?
“I think so Mistress.”
“Bring her out.”
Dr. Jest was in the largest room in the Vixen’s Den. The mistress sat on tall chair on an elevated
platform. Almost a throne. A picture hung over her, a life-sized
portrait of Night Fox looking over his city.
Night Vixen’s intimidating companion Night Huntress stood to her right,
watching over the assembled Wolves with her dark eyes. Red curtains covered the cold, cement walls
and made the room feel even more like a medieval throne room.
He drew a curtain aside and reached for the red leather leash. He’d been waiting for this for days, the
final test of his work. He gave it
gentle tug and the girl hesitantly followed.
“Come in Foxy” Night Vixen purred.
The gorgeous girl was dressed in a sheer red nighty slit down to her
naval. A short skirt barely reached
below her buttocks. A red mask, modeled
on her Minx mask covered her face, providing a mockery of modesty. Black leather cuffs were locked on her
wrists, stiletto heels molded her feet and a pair of fox ears stuck above
head. She was no longer the Minx, now
she was…
Foxy
The girl was fearful, nervous. Her
eyes shifted from side to side, she was twitching, expecting to be hurt, to be
punished at any time. “please…” She whispered at the sight of all those men. She tried to step back.
Some of the Night Wolves looked nervous too. They knew who she was, and they were not
happy to see her free from her restraints.
“Sssh, Foxy it’s OK. You’ve been
a good girl Foxy. And now you get to
fuck.”
Her eyes brightened at that word.
“Foxy likes to fuck!” She
declared.
Everyone in the room laughed.
Standing in the center of the room Tobias’ smile became even wider. Dr. Jest whispered something to Foxy and she
giggled and nodded. She gracefully
walked up to Tobias and stopped just an inch from him, she put her hands on his
chest.
“Hi, my name is Foxy.”
“Hello Foxy.”
“I like to fuck!”
“Well then Foxy, I think we’ll be good friends.” He put a hand on her shoulder and pushed the
girl down to her knees. Foxy unzipped
his fly and pulled out his hot, hard dick.
She gave it a lick.
Tobias and the other Wolves smiled.
Unnoticed by almost everyone, Night Huntress growled and slipped out the
back.
***
A few days passed. More former
gang members joined the Night Wolves.
“No way man.”
“I’m telling you I was here when Night Huntress brought her in, I saw
what that creepy doc did to her, she’s the Minx, she’s really honestly the
Minx.”
“Man I fought the Minx once, she broke my fucking arm. What if she recognizes me and snaps out of
it? This is a bad idea.”
“Calm down. It’s fine. Tonight you’re gonna get her back.” The henchman opened a door. Inside was a small cement room with a
bed. And on the bed was a henchman and…
“Foxy likes to fuck…” The girl
whispered in his ear.
“Hey man you done yet? I booked
her from 9 on for my buddy here.”
“Almost!” The man on the bed
pounded her a few more times, moaned and tossed her on the floor. Foxy was still wearing her sheer red
nightgown, mask and fox ears. Most of
the henchmen preferred it that way.
“Damn man, you want me to take your sloppy seconds? I’m not touching that.”
“Dude, seriously, you don’t know what you’re missing, watch this OK,
just watch. Foxy stand up.”
Foxy got to her feet smiling a vacant smile.
The two henchmen waited.
“What are we-“
“Hold on, just hold on.”
Foxy started to twitch, a bead of sweat rolled down her face. She shifted her weight from one foot to the
other.
“Foxy stand still.”
“F-Foxy wants to fuck…” She
whined.
“Stand still Foxy. And be quiet.”
Foxy’s lip quivered, her hands kept straying between her legs but the
henchman shooed them away. Tears rolled
down her cheeks, her breath came in gasps.
She started to shake. “Fuck Foxy,
please fuck Foxy, Foxy good fuck, please fuck Foxy!” She blurted out.
“Stand still Foxy.”
“What’s wrong with her?”
“It’s the brainwashing, she needs to be fucked. She can’t stand not being fucked.”
“PLEASE!” Her voice became a
whine, her knees were shaking, she could barely stand.
“Okay.”
She jumped on the henchman, tearing at his clothes, pulling out his
dick, kissing his face. The other
henchman stood up and slipped away.
Another satisfied customer.
***
And didn’t it just figure that stupid Gloria wasn’t around for it.
Oh well.
Her loss.
Stella stepped out onto the patio and took off for
***
Foxy gingerly walked down the corridor, her six-inch heels clicking on
the concrete. She was nervous, anxious,
jumpy, she always was when no one was fucking her. She knew that the pain would come soon. She had to find someone to fuck Foxy. Foxy likes to fuck!
“Minx.”
Foxy turned and stumbled to her knees.
She knew that word. It was a bad
word. Her body started to shake. She looked up, it was a girl. She was afraid of that girl.
“I know you’re faking.”
“Please! F-Foxy wants to
fuck! Please fuck Foxy!” She took a step back.
Night Huntress’ frown turned into a scowl. How could this pathetic act fool anyone? She grabbed the shaking girl by her hair and
dragged her into a storeroom.
She pulled the shaking brown-haired girl her to her feet. One strap of her sheer nighty slipped off a
shoulder, the nighty was cut so low it exposed her breast. Foxy didn’t seem to care. She just kept glancing at the door and
twitching.
“Talk to me Minx. Confess. You’re faking it. There’s no way that imbecile Jest could do
this to you. Just nod. I won’t tell anyone. Just nod.”
“Fuck Foxy?” She asked, fear
rising in her voice.
“NO damnit! Talk to me!” Night Huntress smacked the shaking girl,
knocking her off her feet. Foxy’s fox
ears went flying. Foxy’s teeth started
to chatter. She fell to her knees. “Foxy sorry!
Foxy sorry!”
“Stop that!” Night Huntress
raised her leg and stomped on the screaming girl. She stomped again and again. Foxy’s pleas became screams of pain and then
fell silent. The indigo-clad woman
stopped listened to Foxy’s gasps and moans.
“Damnit! Just a word! Just a nod!
Tell me you’re faking!” She spat.
“Hey there, having fun?”
A man was in the doorway.
“Jest! Get out of here before I-“
“If you want to abuse Foxy feel free, that’s why she’s here. But try not to leave any marks, you know how
much the men like her.”
Foxy looked up and saw Dr. Jest, she crawled towards him, looking over
her shoulder at Night Huntress, expecting another blow.
“You did this to her!”
“Hmm? Yes of course. You were there remember. You and your mistress.”
Foxy reached Dr. Jest and wrapped her arms around his waist. She leaned against his hip and cried. He absently stroked her hair.
“That wasn’t the plan! You, you
tricked her!”
“Please Night Huntress naďveté does not suit you at all. What did you think we would do once you
captured her? Lock her in a death trap
and wait for her to escape? Talk her
into joining us? Please.”
Foxy moved around, putting her head even with Dr. Jest’s crotch. She unzipped his fly.
“She doesn’t deserve this! She
deserves… it should have been clean!”
“You mean you should have killed her?
That would certainly be a waste.
You know, I think I know why she bothers you so much, it’s hard not to
see yourself in her.”
Foxy ran her long delicate fingers over Jest’s penis until it became
erect. She gave it a gentle lick.
“I don’t know what-“
“It must have been hard looking at her.
Living in her penthouse with her fur and her diamonds. The product of Night Fox’s training, his
affection, his respect. You never met
your father did you?”
“I-“
“Other than the time you killed him that is.”
“I don’t want to hear this.”
“Why? It’s what you’re thinking
“She’s nothing like me.”
“True, true. After all she’s the
one on her knees sucking cock. While
you’re still a virgin.”
“How-“ Fear crossed her face.
“How do I know? The way you look
at Foxy when we fuck her. The way your
nose twitches just a bit. That look of
repulsion, curiosity and fear that crosses your face for just a fraction of a
second. I guess your training never
covered the softer side of life. You
must have wondered though. And now,
well, the scary, hard-as-nails Night Huntress, well she can hardly go looking
for her first lover. What if word got
out? But then again, what if you make a
mistake one day? What if you’re the one
who gets drugged and dragged to some underground lair? Wouldn’t you want to be prepared?”
Dr. Jest sighed and pulled his limp dick out of Foxy’s mouth. He zipped up.
“Sorry, just thinking aloud there.
I’ll just leave you two alone for a while.” He turned and closed the door behind him.
Night Huntress stood there for a while, watching Foxy lick her
fingers. Her heart wouldn’t stop
pounding. She felt strange, her costume
suddenly felt too tight.
“F-Foxy, come here.”
Foxy jerked, like she’d forgotten Night Huntress was in the room.
“Come here.” Night Huntress
repeated firmly.
Foxy turned and crawled towards the purple-clad brunette. She ran her fingers up her leg and rubbed her
body against the woman’s bare thigh. She
gave it a lick.
Night Huntress released her weapons belt and put it on a shelf. She knelt down next to Foxy. Foxy smiled and kissed her on the lips. Night Huntress unzipped her costume to the
navel and exposed her ripe breasts.
Foxy smiled, this she could understand.
She locked her lips around one nipple and sucked. She cupped the black-haired woman’s sex
through her spandex leotard and rubbed it gently.
***
“Stars and comets! It
worked! It really worked!” Stella stood alone in the test room. Red light shinned down on her and she
realized she couldn’t see out of the room.
She couldn’t hear anything but her own voice!
Stella was powerless!
Then the red light flickered and Stella’s powers returned. She winced as she could once again hear every
sound in the city. People didn’t know
how terrible it was!
“Ack! Ze power coil she is
kaput!”
“But it worked doc!”
“Come back next week! I make work
good!”
***
The Night Wolves slipped into the alleyway and pulled up the manhole
cover. They vanished into the
underworld.
It took about a half hour of walking through sewer pipes to reach Night
Vixen’s lair.
“Working hard boys?”
“Huh? Oh hey doc, how’s it
hanging?”
“Oh just fine. You?”
“Ah, it was a bit rough, that loan shark didn’t like us coming around,
but we taught him a lesson. He knows who
runs the bookbinding district now.”
“Good, good, I bet you’re really earned your share of the loot
today. I bet Vixen will even throw in a
bonus for all your hard work and the risks you took. Maybe even give you some extra time with
Foxy.”
“Yeah…”
“After all, you’ve earned it, what with doing all the work.”
“Right…”
“Be seeing you!”
Jest slipped away to his own quarters.
Things were proceeding nicely. He
opened the door and found Foxy was already inside, she’d showered, brushed her
teeth and was brushing her hair a hundred times before bed.
“Ninety-eight!”
“Ninety-nine!”
“One hundred!”
Then she walked to a small cushion at the foot of Dr. Jest’s bed, curled
into a ball and fell fast asleep. Dr.
Jest was careful to make sure she got plenty of rest and time to recover from
her sessions with the Night Wolves. He
didn’t want to wear her out, he had plans for his Foxy.
***
“Ah
“Yes mistress. That bookie on the
south side will remember to make his payments on time.”
“Oh
“Mistress Boss Bruno’s men seem to be moving in to the south side. We should eliminate him.”
“In due time
“No mistress.”
Night Huntress turned to go. “You
know
“M-Mistress?”
“Have you changed your hair?”
“No mistress.”
“Oh well then, off you go
“Yes mistress” Night Huntress took another step towards the door.
“By the way
“To train mistress.”
“Enjoy your training
“Thank you mistress.”
Night Huntress slipped through the tunnels avoiding the Night Wolves
until she reached the storeroom. Foxy
was waiting.
***
“All is well.” It was a
statement, not a question.
“Claudius Crowe!” Night Vixen
yelped. For decades the evil scientist
has been the bane of Stellar Man’s existence, he had also been Zora’s Zenith’s
secret partner. But she hadn’t seen him
in two years. “How did-“
“I figured out Night Fox’s secret identity, and the Minx’s. Did you think finding you would be hard? Did you think your pathetic security could
keep me out?”
“No, no of course not, I just meant that I didn’t expect you.”
Crowe remained silent.
“Um, your information was right of course. I caught that little bitch, caught her and
showed everyone what a slut she is. Is
that why you’re here? You want a taste
of her?”
“No.”
“Um, OK then. My plan for taking
over the underworld is going fine, I’d say about 30% of the rackets in the city
working for me one way or the other.”
“Closer to 10%.”
“Right, well, that’s about it.
Um, do you want anything? Do you
want to check in on the Minx or something?”
“I already have.”
“Great then, I’ll show you the way out then.”
“No need.”
With that Crowe faded from sight leaving behind nothing but smell of
ozone and a soft ‘pop’ of air where he’d been standing.
“Bastard…” Night Vixen muttered
to the now empty spot in her room. She
walked to the back and opened a hidden door.
She walked down the corridor and ascended the stairs. No one knew about this passageway, not even
“
“Mommy! Mommy!” A 9-year old boy
ran around the corner. His nanny
followed behind him.
“Yes Lycos, mommy is here.”
***
Days passed. Night Huntress killed
a half dozen more minor crooks and the Night Wolves intimidated the rest. More and more operators pledged allegiance to
the emerging crime lord of Megapolis.
Foxy continued her services to the Night Wolves. And to Night Huntress. And Dr. Jest watched it all with a barely
concealed grin.
They assembled again in Night Vixens throne room to hear the latest
reports from the Glassblower’s District.
“Yup, those guys will remember to pay their ‘insurance’ if they don’t
want any more accidents.”
“You’ve done well Tobias. I think
you’ve earned a special reward. Foxy
come here!”
Foxy stepped out from behind the throne and approached the
henchman. But somewhere inside her she
felt… she wasn’t sure what she felt. But
it didn’t feel good. She stopped and hesitated. She looked back at Night Huntress. She… she wanted to fuck Night Huntress. Not this guy.
“Foxy… go on, fuck him.”
The group of Night Wolves grumbled.
They wanted their gangbang with Foxy.
“Foxy…”
The former heroine stopped and looked back, Night Huntress’ face was as
impassive as ever.
Night Vixen sighed and reached for something inside her throne.
CRACK!
Foxy screamed as the 10’ bullwhip hit her back.
“Bad Foxy! Bad!”
“Foxy sorry! Foxy sorry!” The girl sank to her knees and cried.
“You’d better be sorry you dumb slut.
Fucking’s all your good for anyway!
That’s how you got to be Night Fox’s partner, that’s how you got to be
the Minx and that’s why you’re just Foxy!
Now say ‘Foxy likes to fuck’ a thousand times.”
Foxy relaxed, that was easy, she could understand that. “One!
FOXY LIKES TO FUCK!” She yelled
out in a clear cheerful voice.
The henchmen chuckled.
“Two! Foxy likes to fuck!” She repeated.
Tobias knelt down and stuck a finger in her pussy. It was already wet.
“Three! Foxy likes to fuck!”
Tobias bent the girl over and unzipped his pants.
“Four! Foxy likes to Fuuuh…”
Tobias thrust into her.
“..ck…” She finally managed.
“Fuh… Five…” Tobias was thrusting
in and out of Foxy, she was losing her train of thought, this felt good, this
was so much better. She arched her back
and let out a loud cry “FOLIFUCK!”.
Two of the henchmen came up and unzipped. Foxy got the idea, she took their dicks in
her hand and started to stroke them.
“Damn Foxy, you are one fine fuck!”
Tobias said.
“Six! Foxy likes to fuck!” She repeated cheerfully.
Night Vixen rolled up her whip and settled back to her throne. She relaxed, there was nothing to worry
about, everything was going according to plan.
TWANG!
THUD!
Tobias fell over dead. A crossbow
bolt protruded from his left eye.
The room fell silent.
“Seven! Foxy likes to…” Foxy let go of the two dicks and looked
around. Something was wrong. But she wasn’t sure what.
“Gloria come here. We’re
leaving.” Night Huntress said.
Foxy looked confused.
“Foxy come here.”
Foxy nodded and trotted over to the nice lady. She liked to fuck her.
“
Night Huntress swung her crossbow towards Night Vixen. “We’re leaving” she repeated.
“
TWANG!
THUD!
The crossbow bolt embedded itself into the wall an inch from Night
Vixen’s ear.
The Night Wolves jumped to their feet.
Two of them pulled out pistols.
“Stop her!” Night Vixen
shrieked. “Jest do some-“ She looked,
Dr. Jest was gone.
“I got a better idea” one of them growled. “We’re tired of taking orders from you
bitches so how about all three of you cunts come here and take off your
clothes.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
BANG!
Night Vixen clutched her leg and stumbled.
Things got confusing. The lights
went out. Night Vixen shouted but her
cry was stifled as someone grabbed her.
Night Huntress’ crossbow fired twice more. Someone tried to seize her but she stabbed
him in the neck. Gunshots illuminated
the chamber for a split second. Foxy
screamed.
Then things started to explode.
People screamed.
Flames lit up the room.
The ceiling had fallen, the floor cracked in half exposing tunnels lower
down. Several of the Night Wolves were
dead, Night Vixen was gone. Night
Huntress stood on one side of the room, Foxy knelt on the other.
“Gloria come here! Jump over to me!”
Foxy was hunched in a ball, shivering, afraid, muttering to herself.
“Gloria!” The floor under Night
Huntress cracked, she jumped back a few feet before it tumbled into the
abyss.
She saw cracks forming in the walls, the ceiling groaned. Night Huntress threw a rope to the other
side.
“Gloria! Hurry!” The girl made no move. “Foxy!
Come here now!”
Foxy looked up.
“Foxy grab that rope, I’ll pull you over here! Please Foxy, hurry.”
Foxy got shakily to her feet. She
took a few wobbly steps. The floor shook
again.
“Foxy no! The rope, grab the-“
There was another explosion, the floor under Foxy collapsed and she
vanished into the abyss.
“No!” Night Huntress screamed.
Then the ceiling fell on her.
***
In an underground room not far away Dr. Jest watched the action on his
hidden camera. He saw a group of Night
Wolves fleeing down a tunnel. He flipped
a switch, incendiaries burned them alive.
It was chaos, pure chaos.
He checked other cameras, there was no sign of Night Vixen, Night
Huntress or Foxy. The throne room was
the center of his explosives, there was no way they could have survived.
He’d rather hoped he could maneuver events so that the two women were
raped by their own henchmen but things had fallen apart so fast. No matter, he was satisfied with how this had
worked out.
With Night Vixen gone the underworld would tear itself apart fighting
over her territory. Hundreds would die.
He started to laugh.
He flipped the last few switches.
His monitors showed explosions and then all the cameras went dead.
On the surface an entire warehouse collapsed into rubble.
***
“Stars and Comets, what happened?”
“Oh hi Stella, nothing much just a building collapse. Looks like there was a fire in the sewers or
something. Maybe a gas main exploded.”
Stella’s eyes turned a whiter shade of pale and she gazed into the
collapsed building. The crater was over
30’ deep the wreckage extended much further down. “There’s a lot of lead in there blocking my
stellar sight, I can’t tell if anyone is trapped.” She turned her head and put a hand to her
ear. “I don’t hear any voices or
heartbeats though.”
“The old warehouse was supposed to be abandoned so there shouldn’t have
been anyone.”
“I hope not, it looks like no one could have survived.”
Afterword
This chapter was
fucking cursed! My computer crashed
twice while I was working on it, erasing the entire file. No idea why, never happened before. Maybe my CPU joined the Moral Majority? Or maybe it’s a Minx fan.
Anyway I always
knew this would be a hard chapter to write, it’s the darkest in many senses of
the word and I knew it would be hard to keep it from turning off the
readers. Well if you made it this far I
succeeded. If you didn’t, oh well.
As for what’s
next… well turn for the next issue!
Next Issue – The
Minx is dead! Stella is alone! What can go wrong next? Come back for Stellar Eclipse!
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