Stella and the Minx #39:

It's a Long Story

Night Fox and Stellar Man were the greatest heroes of their age but now they are gone. It's 1973 and their girl sidekicks have tried to fill their shoes with disastrous results.

After years of complaining, Stella finally found a way to temporarily remove her powers, but over time she lost them completely and now needs a serum to become the Girl of the Stars.

And one year ago the Minx disappeared. Her body was found and then cremated.

So who's been running around Megapolis?

Marcus Lycus

(Marcus_Lycus@hotmail.com)

September 2011

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Issue 39 – It's a Long Story

Night hung over Boss Bruno's compound like a shroud. The sky was overcast and moonless, there was even a bit of fog. For most inhabitants of Megapolis it was a night to stay in and watch the TV, but for one exceptional woman it was the perfect night for a hunt.

Helena Adams watched carefully from her perch in a tree overlooking Boss Bruno's three-acre estate. She'd timed the guards, noted the cameras, and chosen her entry point.

She hit a button on her mask and her new carved-diamond night vision lenses slid into place.

"Gloria, you may be an insufferable bitch but you do have the best toys."

She watched the guards a bit longer, noting which ones were lax and took too long to make their rounds.

Since the Minx found her in Bangkok and returned her to Megapolis, Night Huntress had been trying to find out what happened to the Minx's old friend Police Woman Pepper Dickinson. She'd vanished months ago, her sergeant claimed she'd up and quit one day and moved to California but Night Huntress wasn't believing a word of it. She'd never even met Pepper but everything she'd learned about the policewoman told her Pepper would never give up like that. Finally she found out that soon after Pepper vanished, her car was found a few blocks from Bruno's compound, with her police uniform neatly folded inside it. And her sergeant had worked to bury the report so deep no one would ever find it. No one but Night Fox's daughter anyway. So it seemed time to pay the vice king of Megapolis a little social call.

Night Huntress fired a crossbow bolt into the house's stone exterior and a thin line trailed behind it. Night Huntress confirmed the guards weren't around, that the cameras were pivoted away and slid down the cable. Ten seconds of work with her diamond-tipped glass cutter and she was inside the house. A major part of Bruno's vice empire was based on taking girls off the street – runaways and new arrivals mostly – and turning them into his sex slaves. Word on the street was Bruno kept a little 'training room' in the basement for the girls who didn't like their new career. It seemed the most likely place to find Pepper.

As silent as a shadow, she slipped to the first floor and then through the basement door and crept down the steps. She stopped to listen and heard a faint sound. It was a woman weeping coming from the second door. Could it really be this easy? Had she already found what she was looking for?

She checked again, no guards. Bruno really was overconfident. The cell door wasn't even locked.

"Sssh, Natalie, it's OK, the guards are gone now, you did a good job. They were very happy with you."

"D-Dawn, is there any word from the Minx? Is she coming to save us soon?"

"Yes Natalie, soon, the Minx will c-come soon…" She broke down in tears.

There were two girls in the cell. One was dressed in an indigo bondage suit with a hood that covered her ears and eyes leaving her blind and deaf. The other was dressed in a yellow and red minidress and wore heavy, slutty, makeup. The one in the bondage suit stank of male cum. Even in this state she recognized them instantly.

"Holy shit!" She cried. She instantly regretted it. If she was going to be a superheroine, she'd have to come up with a more family-friendly oath.

The one in yellow looked up. "Who?" She demanded.

"Sunbeam I presume, and that must be your sister Blackout. Am I interrupting a delicate family moment?"

"Who the hell are you?"

"You can call me Night Huntress. The Minx sent me."

Sunbeam jumped to her feet. "The Minx!"

"Yeah, you're not who I was looking for but she'll be happy to see you anyway."

"You're lying! The Minx is gone! She's gone and never coming back! The fake Minx too! All the Minxes are gone!"

"That's what I thought, but I was-"

"LIAR!" She screamed and charged Night Huntress. The older woman easily dispatched her with a backhanded slap.

"Guess we do this the hard way." She raised her crossbow.

Blackout, the one in the bondage suit suddenly jumped to her feet. With a flying kick she shattered the light in the cell plunging all of them into darkness.

"You hurt my sister!" She muttered. "Now let me teach you to be afraid of the dark."

SMACK!

Night Huntress dispatched her with another backhanded slap. "Sorry girl, but I've been training in the dark since I could walk."

"Hey, what's going on in there?"

She could hear guards moving outside. Lots of them.

"Great. Just fucking great."

***

Stella stood on the roof of Drake Warlock's club the Warehouse and looked over the city. It used to be her city. She used to fly over it like a goddess. Now she was just a desperate, powerless girl like a million others. She shuddered and pulled her borrowed coat closer. She was still dressed in the skimpy bikini Claudius Crowe gave her weeks ago. She knew it was meant to humiliate her, meant to be a parody of her proud costume, but it was the last costume she had and along with the Minx's old coat, it was the only link she had left to who was used to be, who should be.

But maybe not for much longer.

"There you are my dear! I should have expected you'd be up here, after all the girl of the stars belongs in the sky."

"That's nice Drake but I'm not the girl of the stars, not anymore. Unless your boys were able to…" She let the words drop off with a sigh.

"Maybe we have."

Stella ran to him and seized his jacked by the lapels. "You did! You copied the serum? Give it me! Please oh please Drake I just need powers back, just for a little while, just to feel special…" She hugged him and sobbed on his shoulder.

"Sssh Stella, sssh. You've got nothing to cry over, we did it. We copied the serum."

"Stars and comets! For real? Really? You did it? You wouldn't lie would you?"

"No my dear, of course not. They'll be bringing it up shortly. But first there's one thing."

Stella knew it. She'd been waiting for it. The price. He'd probably have her burn down a bank or paint peace symbols on the White House. Whatever. She didn't care. She just wanted her damn powers back.

"We can hardly let you fly around dressed like a Miami Beach hooker."

Stella looked down at her bikini-fur coat combo. "Huh? I don't have any other costumes, just this one Crowe gave me and I lost my cape and…"

"Hush my dear. Don't worry. Drake Warlock thought of everything." He clapped his hands and two of his assistants came out. One took Stella's coat, the other started untying her bikini.

"Um…"

"Oh don't worry my dear. They're both gay."

"Oh, OK then."

"Now close your eyes! I want you to get the full effect at once."

Stella obeyed. She could feel a top being pulled over her breasts, a skirt rising up her legs. She felt the familiar weight of a cape on her shoulders. Finally…

"Now open them!"

Stella looked at herself in a mirror one of Warlock's men held. She was wearing a long sleeved top that ended just under her breasts and left her midriff bare. She also had on a pleated skirt that barely reached to her butt. If she'd thought about it for a minute she would have realized she looked like a trashy schoolgirl trying to pick up her professor. But introspection was never Stella's strong suit.

"Stars and comets, it's great!" She exclaimed turning to model it.

"It's made a of a tough new nylon fabric, it should hold up no matter how fast you fly."

She kissed Drake. He smiled.

"But of course if you're going to fly at all we need this!"

He took out a vial of yellow serum.

Stella tore it from his hands and gulped it down.

***

"Not bad."

"Not bad? Not bad! I found Blackout, fought my way through a dozen guards and got back here and you say not bad."

"Maybe if you'd gotten Sunbeam too I'd be impressed."

"I tried but she fought me just as hard as the guards. I finally had to shoot her."

The Minx's eyes narrowed.

"With a traqualizer! What do you think I am!"

"You know what I think you are. Now continue."

Night Huntress pouted but continued her story "I put Blackout in a guest room. I washed her down but left the hood on. If we we're not careful when we remove it she might be blinded or deafened by the sudden shock. It looks like Blackout has been in this hood for months, ever since she was caught. Sunbeam seems loyal to Bruno now. He must have brainwashed or abused them somehow."

"Well you'd know all about brainwashing and abuse."

Night Huntress flinched at that insult but continued. "Yes, I suppose I would. And I can tell you we won't have an easy time with Blackout."

"Anything else?"

"There was no sign of Pepper Dickinson but Sunbeam did say something interesting. She said the Minx is gone, the fake Minx too."

"So Pepper may have been caught as well. God help her."

***

Pepper Dickinson! My name is Pepper Dickinson! She reminded herself.

"So Nurse Nasty, you know what to do, don't you Nurse Nasty?"

"I know Doctor."

"That's a good girl Nurse Nasty. A doctor has to know he can count on his nurse."

"You can count on me Doctor Jest."

I'm not Nurse Nasty! Pepper reminded herself. I'm Pepper Dickinson, cop, would-be heroine, friend of the Minx. I'm just pretending to be Nurse Nasty to keep the pain away.

She was dressed in the outfit Doctor Jest gave her.

It was some freak's idea of a nurse's uniform, a white strapless minidress with a red cross on it, two sheer stockings and a cap. He'd also made her smear on the reddest lipstick he could find to give her a grotesque smile.

Nurse Nasty he called her. As long as she wore that outfit, as long as she did what he said no one would hurt her. She could do this. She could pretend to obey him. Until she could turn the tables she had to.

She opened the door to the padded cell. The prisoner was waiting there. A straightjacket bound his limbs, a leather collar and chain tied him to the wall.

"Hello there Patient Milton, I'm Nurse Nasty."

"Let me go damnit! I shouldn't be here! It's Dr. Jessup! He's putting sane people in the asylum and letting the madmen out! He locked me in here to silence me!"

"The Doctor says you've been repeating your delusions again. You know you have to stop that if you want to be well."

"They're not delusions! I'm a doctor damnit! I'm Jessup's boss!"

"See there you go again. Obviously you're not a doctor or you wouldn't be here."

She took out the pliers and razor Dr. Jest gave her.

"Wait! What are you doing!"

Nurse Nasty kneeled down and put her strong fingers around Milton's jaw. He tried to keep his mouth shut but she squeezed until it opened. Weakened by days of drugs Milton couldn't put up much of a fight. She locked the pliers around his tongue and pulled it out. Holding the pliers she reached for the razor.

"Doctor's orders sir. It's… it's…" She reminded herself she wasn't really Nurse Nasty, she just had to pretend to be Nurse Nasty to fool Dr. Jest. And if I don't do it he'll hurt me and then do it to this guy himself. I don't even know this guy. Why should I care anyway?

"Ahem. It's just a simple procedure to make sure you never repeat your delusions again."

Milton's eyes went wide.

She brought the razor down.

***

Blackout crouched in the center of the room. She'd already explored it with her hands, it was new, it was strange, she didn't like it. But still something, some smell felt familiar. It bothered her. She felt the air shift, someone had opened the door. She felt the floor shift she recognized the determined stride, it was the woman who rescued her. But there was another moving figure, also strangely familiar. The figure moved towards her confidently not like Bruno's men who, even after months, were still wary around her. Besides the stride was light and graceful, a woman. Something familiar, a smell, she just couldn't place it. She felt the newcomer touch her hood pushing something through the leather and the padding around her ears, something touched her ear.

And for the first time in months she could hear.

"Blackout? Natalie? Can you hear me?"

"M-Minx? But how?"

"It's a low-power transistorized microphone, I hoped it would let you hear me clearly, I was afraid taking off your hood would be too much of a shock. "

"What? No! I mean thanks but, Minx… MINX! How? Why? Where?"

Blackout wrapped her arms around the Minx holding her close feeling the Minx's coat against her skin. It was her, it was really her!

"You were gone, missing. My sister and I, we waited and waited and you didn't come!"

"I… I know, I would have come, but I just… I couldn't."

Blackout's face turned stern. "That's not good enough! You don't know what we went through, what I went through!"

"I have some idea."

"Tell me everything."

"Well… it's a long story."

***

"Well? You gonna make me wait all day?" Boss Bruno barked.

"I… she… they…"

SMACK!

His meaty paw knocked Sunbeam off her feet. A sharp kick to her gut made her curl into a fetal position.

"Now Sunbeam, I don't ask for much now do I? Just that you sit around, look pretty, occasionally knock off one of my rivals, and that you keep your sister under control. That's not much. Now do you mind telling me why you can't do that?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"

Boss Bruno knelt down next to the crying heroine and ran his fingers softly through her hair. "Now just tell me what happened."

"It was this woman, she was scary, she said the Minx sent her."

"The Minx?!" Bruno wrenched Sunbeam's hair painfully, the terrified girl screamed. "The goddamned Minx is dead Sunbeam. Dead. Everyone knows it."

"I know! I know! She was lying the Minx is dead!"

"That's right. Now what did this scary girl do?"

"She took my sister! And she beat up all the men. And she got away."

"And you didn't stop her? The big strong heroine Sunbeam just sat there on her fat ass and let her do this?"

"Huh? No! I tried Boss Bruno I really tried, but she was so fast and she had this gun that shoots arrows and-"

Bruno held up his hand. "Say that again."

"She was really fast she-"

"No about that gun."

"It was like a really tiny bow and arrow but on a gun."

Bruno nodded. A couple of months ago a broad calling herself Night Vixen tried to take over the underworld and she had herself an enforcer who used a crossbow. So this wasn't the Minx back from the dead, it was Night Vixen, or at least her muscle. Well he knew how to handle broads, he'd been handling them all his life. He got up and headed out the door. A couple of the boys were waiting outside, some of them still nursing their bruises and cuts.

"Rough night huh boys."

"Sorry boss, we tried but that dame was something else."

"Don't worry about it. I know how to handle her. In the meantime I got something to make you feel better. Sunny's in there, feel free to make use of her and don't be too gentle."

The thugs grinned at that and quickly filed in. Bruno turned to one of his lieutenants. "Looks like that bitch Night Vixen is back, time to teach her a lesson. We'll need specialists. Start with that guy down in Texas, get me the Rustler."

"You got it boss."

Bruno could still hear Sunbeam's screams from downstairs. Music to his ears.

***

"I was in the throne room preparing to sexually service Night Vixen's men when-"

"Wait! She did that to you?" Blackout pointed at Night Huntress. It was unnerving watching the hooded girl point as though she could see.

"Yes, yes she did."

"What is she doing here! How can you-"

"I told you it was a long story."

Night Huntress sighed loudly and rose to leave.

"Helena stay here. You need to hear this. All of this."

"But I already know-"

"You know some of it. But not what happened next. I think you both need to hear this."

***

One year ago in Night Vixen’s secret headquarters…

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.

***

"Still with me?" The Minx asked Helena.

Night Huntress scowled. "I may not have your photographic memory but I remember. It was kind of an important day for me too."

"Sorry, I was just trying to set the scene. I'm sure you remember in great detail how you kidnapped me, tortured me, raped me, and turned me into your gang's sex slave." She added for the benefit of their guest. Blackout let out a low hiss of anger.

Night Huntress opened her mouth to object but thought better of it. After all it was true.

"Now that we're on the same page let me tell you what you didn't see."

***

Foxy fell.

There were tunnels below Night Vixen's headquarters. Older tunnels deep below the city. And below the tunnels, water.

She landed with a splash.

She had no idea how far she’d fallen, how deep she was. Not that she cared. There was not a thought in her head. Not anymore. Thinking meant pain. And Foxy didn’t like pain.

She lay there for a long time, floating on the water. There was fire up above. Fire and screams. Some rock fell and splashed next to her. She drifted deeper into the tunnels.

It was kind of peaceful just drifting. She closed her eyes and relaxed, it was nice to rest for a little while. But Foxy was sure her mistress would need her soon.

Someone was lifting her, carrying her gently. That was good. Foxy knew that meant fucking soon. Foxy liked to fuck.

She felt a towel rubbing all over body, she giggled when it rubbed between her legs and along her inner thighs. That felt good! She yawned girlishly and went back to sleep.

She opened her eyes. She was sitting in a comfortable chair in a stone room. She was dressed in a thin silk nightgown. A fire roared in hearth, gaslight lamps lit the room and old leather books lined the walls. Foxy took in all these details without thinking. Foxy didn't like thinking. She rubbed her legs together. Foxy liked to fuck!

She slipped a restless under her skirt.

"Ah, awake I see!"

The newcomer was an older grey-haired man dressed in a suit at least a century out of date and carrying a walking stick.

Foxy smiled at the man. Men were good. Men meant fucking!

"I must say when my men said they'd found someone in the tunnels I expected another vagrant or perhaps a lost sewer inspector, I never expected such I vision of loveliness. I am your host, Doctor Darkness, and you my prize, who are you?"

Foxy knew the answer to that one!

"I'm Foxy!" She said cheerfully.

"Foxy? Now there is a suitable name."

"I like to fuck!" She added. "I love you long time! Very good! I like to fuck! I like to suck! I like in the front! I like it in the back! Any way you want! Please fuck Foxy! Foxy likes to fuck!"

***

"You don't have to put in so much detail. I think she gets the idea." Night Huntress said with a frown.

The Minx chuckled dryly. "Does she? Do you? Do you know what it's like for someone, for me, to be reduced to a mindless toy? Not just to be humiliated but to humiliate yourself? To want to humiliate yourself? To… to let them cum in your mouth and swallow it! To lick their cum off your fingers? Do you understand that?"

"I…No. No I don't. It's just that…I… Fine. Go on." Night Huntress lowered her head.

"Thank you Helena, now where was I…"

***

"Pardon? You like to… what was that?"

"Fuck! Foxy likes to fuck!"

The man laughed merrily, his eyes twinkling, even slapping his knee.

"How extraordinary!"

Foxy nodded and pulled down her dress, exposing her breasts. She was happy to be back in familiar territory.

Or was she?

"Now, now miss, let's not be too hasty here" the man said pulling her top back up. "First things first, tell me Miss Foxy how did you get here?"

"Foxy…" She wrinkled her nose and tried to find down the vocabulary. "Foxy fall down!" Was the best she could do.

"Foxy fall down… how succinct. I don't suppose you can provide more detail?"

Foxy looked at him questioningly. "Fuck Foxy?" She asked.

"No I supposed not. I'm afraid I have little use for a harlot at this time, as amusing as you might prove, so I think I'll have my manservants dispose of you. After some suitable use of course."

He snapped his fingers and two large dark-skinned men appeared. "Dispose of her in the underground river, but feel free to make use of her first. I will be in the laboratory."

The men took Foxy by the arms and pulled her to her feet. They pulled her towards the door. Foxy began to sweat, somehow she understood what this meant and that she had only seconds to save her life.

"F… Foxy… Foxy was captured by Night Huntress, true name Helena Adams, daughter of Wes Adams, better known as Night Fox and then imprisoned in a tunnel complex on the West Side beneath an abandoned warehouse by Night Vixen, the former Night Fox Lady, whose true name is Zola Zenith and was brainwashed by a man calling himself Dr. Jest but whose true name remains unknown into serving as a sex slave. Foxy fell approximately 500 feet after an altercation involving her captors was interrupted by a series of explosions destroyed the complex presumably killing all others within!" She rapidly recited and then gasped for breath.

Dr. Darkness raised his hand, the two men stopped pulling her.

"Well, well it does seem that you are not all you appear. Tell me 'Foxy' who were you?"

"Foxy is Foxy! Foxy likes to fuck!"

Dr. Darkness sighed loudly. He waved to the men to proceed.

"F… Foxy is… Foxy was… Mmmm… Mmmm… MINX!" She yelled then her head dropped limply. Blood dripped from her nose.

"Minx… Minx… yes I have heard that name. They say you are the world's greatest detective no?"

"I'm Foxy… Foxy likes to fuck…" She whispered, relieved to have an easy question.

"Heh, I'm sure you do. Belay my earlier command, it seems this girl might more amusing than I had originally supposed. Unfortunately she will no doubt have some friends who will be looking for her."

***

Meanwhile, high above Megapolis, Stella reveled in her restored powers! She flew through clouds feeling their wisps of water against her invulnerable skin, she slowed down to a hover and slowly pirouetted over the city. She kept pace with a jumbo jet and waved to the pilots, she shivered from the cold.

Shivered from the cold?

Fear shot through her. How long has she been up? How long did the serum last? What if she lost her powers in the air? She felt a second of dizziness, were they wearing off?

She shot downward like a falling meteor, smashing a hole in Drake's roof.

"How long?! How long?!"

Drake casually checked his watch and shrugged. "Maybe 10, 15 minutes."

"Ten minutes? You said the serum worked! You said it would give me my powers back!"

"Well yes but this is our first batch and I said the ingredients are quite costly, we may not have been able to get the best-"

"No! Didn't you listen? I can get you money! All the money you want! But I need my powers! I need them for more than ten minutes! I can't… I can't lose them again…" Stella doubled over and started to cry. Drake held her in a comforting embrace.

"Oh stars and comets I just…" She kissed Drake deeply. He led her downstairs to one of the guest rooms. There were two men in there waiting for her.

"Drake?"

"Oh they're just here to take care of you my dearest. Why don't you relax with them while I check with my chemists."

"Um…"

But he was already gone.

Stella looked at the two guys. They weren't bad looking. And well… she was in the mood. She pulled up her top to show off her breasts and pulled down her panties. She left the cape and the skirt. She liked the idea of doing it with them on.

Several floors down, Drake Warlock checked in on his new machinery. "Hoff! We need more of that yellow stuff! Now!"

"Um, like, OK, man, but like, I dunno, I mean this thing, I dunno how it works."

Drake scowled, Hoff was a genius when it came to recreational pharmaceuticals but yeah, one of Claudius Crowe's machines was probably out of his league. They were lucky they'd gotten one batch and he knew it. But he was in too deep now. He needed Stella with her powers and under his control if his dreams were going to come true.

"Don't worry Mr. Warlock, I think we have it well in hand. I diluted this batch of the serum so that it only lasted 15 minutes and threw in a small sample of the pink serum that left her horny as a cat in heat when her powers wore off." A new voice interrupted.

"And you are?" Drake scowled at the newcomer, a young boy in a lab coat.

"Oh, uh, that's Cal, he like, he's been helping me out. He's a cool cat."

"Whatever, just make sure you have another batch ready when she comes out of there!"

Drake stormed off to his office and turned on a closed circuit TV. Stella was on her hands and knees sucking off one guy while the other took her from behind. At least she'd be busy for a while before she needed her next fix.

Hoff led Calvin Crowe back downstairs to Claudius' machine, "Come on man, show me that thing you did with the thing…"

***

"Ow! Foxy ouchy!"

Dr. Darkness plucked a brown hair and placed it in a small vial. A series of hoses and electrodes connected it to a large glass tube filled with a pinkish goo. The Doctor reached for a large brass switch and pulled it down. The electrodes flickered to life.

"Truly you do not know what an age of wonders you live in. Why a mere 60 years ago I would have had to wait for a thunderstorm to power this device, now I simply splice into the city power supply."

"Foxy likes to fuck!" Foxy interjected.

"Yes, I'm sure you do."

There was another flash of light and in the tube the pink goo began to take on a human shape.

"No doubt you are wondering about my apparatus."

"Fuck Foxy?"

"No, not right now my dear. This is something I've been toying with for the last half-century or so, I call it the Homunculus Generator, as you can see it isolates your individual essence from even the smallest part of your body and is able to imprint it upon the biological matter in the second cylinder."

Foxy pressed her nose against the glass of the tube, the pinkish goo was now definitely woman-shaped and the pink color was became peach-like, matching Foxy's own skin. Thin strands of pink became flowing brown hair, two lumps expanded on its chest and sprouted nipples, two circles formed in the head, turned white and brown irises formed. In minutes Foxy was looking at a reflection of her own face.

"AH!" She recoiled in fear. "F-Foxy?" She asked.

"Yes, I suppose you might say that, Foxy meet your homunculus!" Dr. Darkness pulled a brass lever and chains pulled the tube upwards into the ceiling. The body sprawled out of it staring blankly at the doctor, its breasts rising and falling slowly.

"Perfect! Alas she lacks your sparkling wit and intellect…"

"Foxy likes to fuck! Fuck Foxy?" Foxy eyed her copy suspiciously.

"…or perhaps not. But she will do for you see my sweet Minx you have powerful friends, at least one powerful friend, who will come looking for you, and I prefer she not interfere in my plans. Thus she will find you, or at least your homunculus. But first I must take care of one small detail."

The doctor easily lifted the limp body and carried it across the room to a granite sink. He put in the stopper and filled it with water. When it was nearly full he turned off the faucet and shoved the homunculus' head into the sink, holding it as bubbles rose from her nose and mouth. The body thrashed involuntarily a few times and fell still.

"There, now she's ready."

***

"Wait? What? He copied you somehow? That's the body Stella and Warren found?"

"Yes, Helena. He called it a homunculus but it was the same thing scientists today call clones."

"But… but… this is Doctor Darkness right? He fought Basil Deerstalker a century ago, how can he even be alive? And clones? Scientists can't even do that now!"

"True, Doctor Darkness is well over a century old. But he was always a man ahead of his time, after all he was building airships and steam powered robots in the 1800s, and even a century later he is still far ahead of modern science. He's quite a remarkable man in many ways."

"You almost sound like you admire him."

"Well he is not without admirable qualities, his intelligence, his breeding, his manners…"

"He's a villain! You just said he drowned your clone in front of you!"

"He was rather direct in his methods sometimes…"

***

"FOXY LIKES TO FUCK! PLEASE FUCK FOXY! PLEASE!"

Foxy's hands were tied behind her back, a leather collar around her neck was attached to a leash which in turn was tied to a ring in the wall. Light silk ropes also bound her ankles and tied her thighs together. Her thin white gown was transparent with sweat and her voice hoarse from its screams.

"Uh boss?" One of the henchmen asked. "She don't look so good."

Foxy's eyes were bloodshot, drool fell from her lips and the scent of her musk filled the room. She'd been like this for hours. The men were having trouble concealing their erections.

Dr. Darkness walked past the guards without a glance and knelt next to the Minx.

"Now, now my little guest. Is that any way for a lady to behave?"

Foxy pulled her neck as far as she could. Half-choked from the collar she put her head on Dr. Darkness' shoulder and licked his neck.

"Please fuck Foxy…" She whispered in his ear.

"Intercourse? Is that what you desire my dear?"

"Fuck… Foxy likes to fuck…" She whispered desperately. How could this man not understand something that simple?

"Perhaps something could be arranged with one of my man servants."

"Fuck… fuck… fuck Foxy…"

"But first I need something from you my darling detective." Dr. Darkness rose to his feet leaving Foxy on her knees. "What is your name?"

"Foxy's name is Foxy!" She said cheerfully. That was an easy question!

"No."

He reversed his ivory walking stick and jabbed her with the brass knob. Foxy screamed as thousands of volts tore through her abused body.

"Now then, what is your name? Your real name?"

"F…F…F…AH!" Again he touched her with the cane and Foxy writhed in agony.

She fell to the floor and lay there for minutes, hearing only the roaring in her ears. Desperately her mind raced, the man wanted something, then he would fuck Foxy. That was good. He wanted to know something, something bad, something Foxy promised to forget. That was bad. She knew the answer though, she didn't forget. She never forgot anything. But she couldn't say it. It was-

"AH!" She screamed again.

"MINX! Foxy is Minx! Foxy is Minx… Foxy is Minx…"

"There, that's better." He nodded to one of his men. "Clean her up and then feel free to make use of her. I will see her again this time tomorrow."

The servants didn't bother cleaning her. As soon as Dr. Darkness was out the door they had her untied and on her back.

Foxy's ecstatic cries echoed throughout the base.

***

"Sound familiar?" The Minx asked Helena.

"It's the same way we programmed you. Pain for punishment, pleasure as a reward."

"Correct, as I said, a man ahead of his time."

***

"Now then Minx, tell me what you see."

"Minx sees Doc-AH!"

A jolt from Dr. Darkness' cane sent her to her knees gasping for air. Bad girl! Minx was bad girl!

When she could see straight again Dr. Darkness gestured for her to rise.

"Min- no, no I, I see D-Doctor mix royal jelly and lotus pollen into beaker and then warm it."

"Very good my mischievous Minx. Now what temperature am I warming it to?"

The Minx looked at the thermometer. "45 degrees centigrade!"

"Very good. Now tell me, you remember the formula-" Dr. Darkness had waved it in front of her for a few seconds "-what is the next ingredient?"

The Minx closed her eyes and it was like the scrap of paper was in front of her. It just took a little longer to remember than it used to. "Ambergris!" She cheerfully cried out.

"Yes my merry little Minx, Ambergris indeed."

"Fuck now?" The Minx asked snuggling up against the evil doctor. He simply touched her breast with the brass knob on his cane.

"AH!" The Minx fell to the floor writhing in pain.

"Now then my clever little Minx, when you can speak again you may tell me the next ingredient."

***

"Wait!" Blackout interrupted. "Why was he doing this? You said he already knew who you were, so why not just kill you? Or get rid of you? He's a villain isn't he?"

"Funny you should ask, I had the same question myself…"

***

Weeks had passed in Dr. Darkness' lair, slowly the Minx was feeling more and more herself. Her 'days' (who knew the truth in this subterranean world) were spent assisting Dr. Darkness in his lab, often acting as a living notebook for the aging genius, remembering details and recording data for him. She'd learned many things: the secret of transparent aluminum, an elixir to slow the aging process, how to apply phlebotinum and other hidden wonders of science. Slowly she was returning to her true self. Saying her name, her real name, no longer caused stabs of pain. She could think in complete sentences, most of the time. She was even starting to wonder what Dr. Darkness had in store for her.

But her 'nights' were still spent with his servants, having the sort of wild, uninhibited sex Night Vixen had programmed her to have. She no longer felt the constant need for it, but she certainly didn't object. Still one sign of her healing mind was that she felt shame each morning.

Yet one thing continued to prey on her confused mind and it was only now she was able to articulate it.

"D-Doctor Darkness?" She asked. "C-Can F-F-F… Can I ask you something?"

The Doctor continued to tinker with his electrical apparatus and didn't turn. "Of course my dear Minx, no doubt you're wondering what amplitude I am using to energize the formula, well my dear that will have to remain my little secret unless of course you manage to calculate it yourself from the pitch of the device's hum."

The Minx actually started to compute that (48 amps/second) but manage to focus her thoughts again. She couldn't lose focus. She had to ask this.

"D-D-Doctor, don't you w-want to, to, to f-f-make love w-with F-Fo-Fo… me?" She finally manage to say. Then she doubled over from the pain in her head.

Doctor Darkness didn't even turn around.

"No."

"N-no?" That was one answer neither her life as Foxy nor as the Minx had prepared her for.

"No. At least not now."

"No?"

"No my dear. You're not yet worthy."

***

"Please Drake, please, please, please, you know I deserve it, you know I'm good for it, I can get you all the money I need I just need my powers back."

"Stella darling, I told you we just need a few days-"

"Please Drake anything, I'll do anything you want…" Stella reached for his fly but the pale artist backed away quickly.

"That, that's very nice of you but right now we just don't have any serum!" Stella had barged into his room a minute ago, still dressed in her new costume and stinking of cum. She hadn't even showered.

"Come on! You've gotta be able to do something! I feel so damn weak, I can't go on like this…"

"You know, there might be something I can do."

"Yes?!"

Drake reached into a drawer and came out with a small case like a shaving kit. "I can't give you your powers back, not right now at any rate but I can make you feel better." He put the case on the table and opened it.

"Huh?" Stella said squinting at the kit.

It had some white powder in vial and a small syringe. Warlock started diluting the powder and drawing it into the syringe.

"It's something I like to call China Cat… and it's just the thing for a… heh, heroin."

***

"Not yet worthy." Those words were burned in the Minx's mind and drove her with a new determination. She stuck by Doctor Darkness nearly all the time now, ignoring the irritated requests from his servants and the aching of her own loins.

She endeavored to learn his secrets, and to anticipate his needs. She asked questions. She showed off her knowledge. She traded the diaphanous gowns she'd been wearing for a lab coat and wore her hair up in a businesslike manner.

She would prove herself, she would be worthy of him.

If she could just control the longings that ached inside her.

"Pass me those black lotus leaves my dear Minx."

"Yes Doctor!"

"Tell me my sweet little morsel, how many leaves were in the bowl?"

The Minx closed her eyes and scrunched up her nose, it was hard! Thinking was still so hard! But she could see the bowl in her mind and… "One hundred and thirty four doctor." She replied after only a few seconds of hesitation.

"Thank you my dear. Now hand me those hair samples."

This continued for days with the Minx slowly but surely learning at Doctor Darkness' right hand until…

"Servants! To me!"

Doctor Darkness' man servants assembled. All of them were huge and muscular but there the similarities ended. They were a diverse lot, assembled from every corner of the world. The Doctor stood before them, in one hand holding a flask containing the gas he and the Minx fabricated. In the other his ivory cane.

"You have all served me well for many years: Gustav from East Germany, Ashkii of the Navajo, Prawit from Siam, Yameogo from Upper Volta and Mopan from British Honduras. Together we looted the jeweled halls of lost Lemuria, we conquered the forbidden secrets of the Elder Race and brought low my hated foe Jake Hammer. And now one of you, shall prove his ultimate loyalty to me.

He raised the flask and suddenly smashed it with his ivory cane. Vile green gas careened forth it stung the nostrils and skin but was otherwise harmless.

Except for one.

Yameogo coughed and doubled over. Ugly splotches appeared on his dark skin. He let out a soul rending scream and finally fell over dead. The other servants looked at the agonized corpse and tried to hide their fear.

Doctor Darkness looked at his pocket watch. "Excellent. Excellent. 30 seconds. Faster than I dared hope. What of the rest of you? Any pain? Dizziness? Ill effects?"

Still stunned the servants shook their heads.

"Good! Now dispose of this corpse. Minx, come with me, we have work to do."

***

Across town, in an immaculately-decorated office across town a new organization was holding its first meeting.

"Miss Ladd, Miss Jackson and Miss Rogers, welcome, please sit down." Fernando Alfredo said to the 3 attractive women who entered. One was blonde, one black haired and the other with short red hair. All were wearing tight sweaters and bell bottomed trousers. They came in from different doors and saw each other for the first time.

"Shelly? Tanya?"

"Kris! Wow I haven't seen you since the police academy! So where did you get placed?" Shelly Jackson asked.

"Oh well you know they looked at my top grades, my degree in criminology, my black belt in karate and… crossing guard. You guys?" Kris Ladd replied.

"Switchboard operator." Shelly laughed.

"Receptionist." Tanya Rogers smirked.

"Yeah, welcome to the Megapolis Police Department, on the cutting edge of the 19^th century!" They all laughed.

"Well don't worry ladies, I've taken you away from all that. Or rather my employer has."

"Yes Fernando who is this mysterious employer, and how can he afford to pay us a thousand dollars a week?"

Fernando smiled knowingly. "He? Oh not quite…"

***

The Minx worked faithfully at Doctor Darkness' side. Sometimes she brought him the newspaper and listened to him issue instructions to his host of shell companies and investment funds. Other times she assisted him in esoteric experiments using arcane materials from the far ends of the Earth. But mainly she helped him prepare more of the gas, mixing the samples of curly dark hair and pumping it into canisters. As always she served faithfully, never questioning what he was doing or why. All she knew was she had to prove herself worthy. So he would fuck her.

Because Foxy liked to fuck.

But somehow, something was bothering Foxy. Something she just couldn't figure out. She tried to ignore it

"Doctor, the hair samples you've been waiting for."

"Excellent, excellent. You checked them of course? They are all Negroid hairs yes? No Caucasian?"

"Yes Doctor, of course Doctor. I checked them all with a magnifying glass."

"Good… good… start mixing them with them Black Lotus serum."

Finally the project was finished.

"Tell me my noble opponent. Do you know what day this is?"

Foxy hadn't seen the sun or a calendar since she arrived. "No master."

"Today is July 3rd, the day they set up the fireworks for your Independence Day."

"Yes master." Foxy agreed.

"Come."

They travelled miles through tunnels Foxy had not seen before, climbing ladders and rising closer to the surface. Behind them trailed Doctor Darkness' hulking servants, each one carrying a pack filled with gas canisters. Finally they emerged near the docks where barges filled with fireworks were tied up.

"Excellent, excellent, all is proceeding precisely as I have foreseen. Gustav, Ashkii, Prawit and Mopan place a vial of the gas inside each rocket."

Next to him Foxy watched the men scatter among the fireworks. She thought how the rockets would explode over the city spreading the gas over all of Megapolis. Everyone would breathe it. In the test it was harmless except for Yameogo, the black man. So when it spread across the city anyone with African heritage who breathed the gas…

Anyone with African heritage…

Millions of people…

Would…

All…

They would all…

Millions of people…

"Excuse me, Doctor?"

"Yes my dear partner, are you perhaps wondering something?"

"Doctor, won't the gas, I mean we tested the gas and, I mean, um, what exactly will the gas do?"

"Do? Oh my dear Minx, I really had such high hopes for you, did you perhaps forget our little test. My Black Lotus Gas is the ultimate tool for disposing of the unwanted. Fast, easy to spread and very customizable. This particular batch targets the Negroids whose jungle habits are dragging the Caucasian race into the mud. Perhaps later I will free this city from the parasitic Israelites or its infestation of Mongoloids. They breed like rats you know."

"But Doctor, according to the 1970 Census Report there are 1,182,306 people of African American descent in Megapolis of whom 34% are underage and 56% are women." For the first time in a long while Foxy's voice featured an emotion other than fear or horniness. A trace of anger crept in.

"I see your memory has recovered nicely my delectable Minx. Over 1 million Negroids you say? Even better than I thought. Think of the savings on the welfare rolls."

"But… D-Doctor, I… I remember Immanuel Kant said that rational human beings should be treated as an end in themselves and not as a means to something else. The fact that we are human has value in itself."

Doctor Darkness smiled.

"And… in Article 6.1 of the International Covenant on Civil and Political Rights says: Every human being has the inherent right to life. This right shall be protected by law. No one shall be arbitrarily deprived of his life."

Doctor Darkness leaned on his cane and looked into Foxy's brown eyes and at the growing steel in them. "And your point is?"

"I… I think perhaps you should reconsider the prudence of your plan. Surely such a large loss of life will attract unwanted attention from the authorities and interfere with your research."

"Ah but you see my dearest Minx this was in fact the goal of my research. It does seem a shame to waste all my hard work. And indeed your hard work as well. As for the authorities, my invisible zeppelin is waiting to carry me to one of my secret labs in Siberia where I shall continue my plans."

"But…"

"Oh have no fear my precious Minx, there is no one who could possibly learn of my plans or interfere with them before I make my escape. Absolutely no one."

Doctor Darkness' servants returned, their packs empty.

"Now then, come along my pretty little Minx, the invisible zeppelin awaits!" Doctor Darkness twirled his cane and headed back towards the tunnel, the servants followed. Except for one.

"Doctor?"

"Yes my delicious Foxy?"

"There is one."

"Is there now?"

"There is now!"

"And who pray tell is it?"

"The Minx."

The Minx darted forward, as she passed she landed sharp solid chops on Ashkii and Prawit's windpipes. The two big men fell to their knees gasping for air. Gustav and Mopan had enough time to turn before her long lean legs planted crushing kicks into their crotches. Four down, one remained. Doctor Darkness was ten feet away and still had his back to her. She charged!

At the last second he whirled, drawing the hidden sword from his ivory cane. He smiled at her. "Finally!" He mouthed.

She aimed a knife strike at his throat but he parried with his blade giving her a small cut on her wrist. She jabbed at his stomach but he easily turned sideways and the blow didn't land. Then the Minx was put on the defensive as she had to dodge his razor-sharp sword. Doctor Darkness' longer reach and deadly blade denied her any chance to counter-attack.

The Minx was singularly unprepared for combat. She was wearing a thin white spaghetti-strap gown with nothing beneath, opera gloves, and high heels with fishnet stockings. She had no weapons, no tools, nothing but her bare hands and frayed wits.

One swipe hit her left shoulder cutting through the thin strap and drawing a thin line of blood, she winced at the pain. Another thrust forced her back, almost stumbling in her heels. She slipped out of the high heels and deftly kicked them up catching them in her hands. She used one to parry his sword, the leather shoe and metal heel blocking his blow.

"Clever girl, clever, clever."

"I had a good teacher."

Two more blows, two more parries.

"You're doomed you know my darling Minx. Oh certainly you might hold me off for another minute or two but already my faithful servants are reviving and then what will you do?"

"I don't quite know, maybe this?"

The Minx jumped into the air and landed on Gustav's back. With a sharp downward kick she snapped his neck and he fell lifeless to the ground. She jumped off in time to avoid Doctor Darkness' sword and deliver a chop to Mopan's neck permanently eliminating him from the fight. By then Ashkii and Prawit were stumbling to their feet. A high heel in Ashkii's eye send him to the ground dead and a punch to Prawit's nose sent cartilage into his brain and left him lifeless as well.

***

"You killed them?" Blackout asked in stunned disbelief.

"Yes, I thought we didn't kill." Night Huntress added with a sly smile.

"No Helena, you don't kill. You're not to be trusted. I on the other hand was surrounded and millions of lives were at stake. What I did was appropriate."

Night Huntress scowled at her answer but didn't argue further.

"So then I guess you captured Doctor Darkness and disabled the gas vials?" Blackout asked.

"If only…"

***

Once again the saber was blocked by a high heel.

"Curses, you are quite good with those, is this some womanly martial art I should be aware of?"

"It's a little something I picked up after my high school boyfriend got fresh with me."

"Ah! Well I suppose that explains my unfamiliarity with it."

He thrust again and was blocked.

"Well that's the problem with you always being such a gentleman I suppose."

Once again steel met shoe. The Minx was holding back the blade but slowly losing ground.

"There's really no point to this my dear Minx, while your shoe-fu might hold me back for a while you forget I have crossed swords with Basil Deerstalker, Doc Hammer and even your mentor Night Fox, and beaten them all. How can a mere slip of a girl like you hope to stop me?"

"That's true I suppose, you've been a villain for over a hundred years, I really don't stand a chance. I mean not unless I try something like this…"

The Minx smiled. She blocked another thrust with a shoe and slid the sole down the blade pulling his arm upwards. With the other high heel she landed a blow on the back of Doctor Darkness' hand. The Victorian villain yelped as it hit a pressure point and his hand went limp. The sword fell to the ground. The Minx remained a blur of motion and landed another blow on his knee. His leg went limp and the centarian stumbled backwards landing on his boney behind. The Minx stood over him in triumph.

"You… you beat me? In a fair fight-"

"Fair? I was unarmed!"

"Well mostly fair… But you beat me! Astonishing. Quite astonishing. I yield my dear Minx. I surrender to your tender mercies. What would you have of me now?"

The Minx leaned over to savor the fear in his eyes.

"Now? Now I'll disarm the gas and you'll go to jail."

Now it was Doctor Darkness' turn to smile. "Oh my dear Minx, you truly are everything I hoped you would be. But for one thing…"

From a flower in his label noxious gas billowed out the Minx jerked away but it was already too late, she was choking and stumbling dizzily.

"You're far too trusting."

***

Drake Warlock looked down at Stella lying on the couch. The Girl of the Stars was soaring, high as a kite, barely aware of where she was or what was going around her.

"Heh, I never should have bothered with Psyche. I should have just started with this."

He looked up and down her skinny body so exposed in her new costume. Even after all she'd been through she was still a bright and shiny symbol of truth, justice and the America way.

How many women had been on that couch, small town girls with big city dreams hoping to be discovered by Drake Warlock, the greatest pop artist in Megapolis. And how many had he used and thrown away? There must be hundreds by now, roaming the streets with drug habits and crushed sprits.

Well soon he'd add one more.

But only after she was thoroughly used.

***

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Gloria! How did it end! What happened after Doctor Darkness gassed you?"

The Minx sighed. "Well do you remember how thousands of African Americans died from a gas attack on the Fourth of July?"

"No of course not."

"Then I must have stopped him."

"But…"

"I think that's enough story time for now Helena, Natalie, it's time for bed. We have a lot to do tomorrow."

"But… but…"

"Off now!"

The two women headed off to their rooms, Night Huntress' heavy footsteps expressed her irritation while Blackout's light steps and quick stride meant she disappeared like a shadow. Despite her blindfold she found her way with no difficulty.

The Minx walked to her room, Wes Adams' old bedroom, and locked the door behind her. She sighed and dropped her heavy coat to the floor. Its armor and hidden weapons were essential to her mission but for now she just wanted to be free of it.

"You really shouldn't tease them like that." A new voice said. "If you weren't going to finish the story you shouldn't have started."

The Minx turned, Warren Herbert had been waiting for her. And she'd been so wrapped up in her own thoughts she didn't even know he was there.

"Now, now Warren, a woman needs her secrets. Now Natalie knows what I went through and Helena has a good reminder of how much she owes me. So what if they don't know every last detail, it gives me a bit of mystery."

"You should trust them with your secrets if they're going to work with you."

"Work with me? Warren whatever gave you that idea? They're not working with me, they're working for me."

"So that's how it's going to be huh?"

"Look at them Warren. Helena is a borderline psycho who killed Wes, and after what she went through, who knows what's going on in Natalie's head. And you want me to trust them?"

"What about your other partner, what about Lynn?"

"Lynn, she really fell apart without me huh? I mean I was always worried about her but I never thought it would be that bad."

"Of course part of that is because you set her up with a friendly scientist who turned out to be Claudius Crowe."

The Minx fumed. "I know, I know, I should have figured it out myself, I mean 'Doctor Corvidae'? What was I thinking?"

"An admission of failure? From Gloria Barbarossa? I'm amazed."

"The only good news is she's powerless now, and with Crowe gone, no one can copy that serum that restores her powers. With luck I'll be able to analyze the sample I have. Then we can have her power on my side, but also under my control."

"She's lucky to have such a good friend."

"Don't be sarcastic Warren. Lynn is one of the most powerful people in the world and has all the control and maturity of a teenaged girl. We already saw how she does when no one keeps her on a leash."

"Lucky for us the Minx is here." Warren's voice dripped sarcasm.

"Yes! Yes the whole city is lucky I'm here! Without me Doctor Darkness would have killed thousands! Without me Night Vixen and Night Huntress would be running around murdering people! Without me Lynn would be robbing banks and burning down buildings and no one would be able to stop her! So yes, you're all lucky I'm here, you're all lucky that I didn't give up! That I didn't quit! Because without me there's no one else protecting this city!"

"And what about me?"

"Warren, you know how I feel about you. I need you here, you're the one who's going to keep me honest, keep me from going too far."

"And if I think you've already gone too far?"

The Minx shot him a look that could kill a lesser man. "Good night Warren."

"Good night Gloria." He left her along.

Dressed only in her black silk bra, matching panties and fishnet stockings Gloria Barbarosa sat down on the edge of the oversized bed and remembered how that night really ended.

***

The Minx awoke on her back, she could feel the rough wood from the pier against her hands. She tried to move them but they were bound, tied tightly with strips of smooth silk. Glancing down she could see the strips were crudely cut from the hem of her thin white gown. Cut by the sword Doctor Darkness now held at her throat.

"Good morning my dear Foxy."

"Don't call me that. I am the Minx."

His cold grey eyes looked deep into her golden brown ones and the Doctor nodded. "Why yes, yes you are. I've waited to meet you for a long time my dear. You were so fast, so capable, you were… magnificent!"

"Not good enough I note."

"Well yes, but that will come in time won't it."

"I think I'm about out of time aren't I? This is the part where you toss me in the river to drown isn't it?"

The Doctor laughed warmly. "My dear you must stop underestimating me like that! Toss you in the river? Why once your silk bonds were wet you'd slip out of your bonds in a minute."

The Minx frowned in disappointment. "Then why are we talking at all? Surely if you want to stop me you'd have slit my throat and fled by now." The Minx said as calmly as if she were discussing the weather.

"Because my dear, before I take your leave there is one last thing I want."

"And what is that?"

"This." He began to draw the razor-sharp blade down, cutting a neat slit in the middle of her thin gown. Slowly it passed her collarbone, it cut neatly between her breasts. The Minx gasped when the cold tip briefly touched her skin but did not cut. She did not dare move or even breathe as it passed down her body. The blade passed between her ribs, the cloth parting like the Red Sea, and paused just above the downy tuft that grew between her legs.

"You… you can't… you won't…"

"I cannot? Why is that?"

"You're not like this, you could have had me any time, I was willing, I even wanted it, I would have done anything you asked. I… I loved you!"

"But I didn't want Foxy. I didn't want a brain dead sex slave. I wanted a strong, intelligent woman, I wanted a woman who is my equal. I wanted the Minx."

With a flourish he finished his stroke bisecting her dress perfectly, leaving her vulnerable and exposed. The Minx tried to kick, or roll but her limbs were sluggish, like they were made of lead. No doubt a side effect of Doctor Darkness' gas.

He leered at her, sheathed his sword and unbuttoned his fly. The Minx whimpered softly.

"No… please…"

"Begging? How unlike you my proud Minx. Tell me, are you afraid?"

"Doctor Darkness, please not like this you don't know what they did to me, how I feel, how… ah!" The Minx's eyes rolled back in her head as the Victorian villain pushed into her already wet pussy. Her labial lips opened wide for his hot shaft and it easily slid up her pussy deep inside her exquisite body. Her strong legs jerked and twitched but months of habit took over and they obediently wrapped around his waist and pulled the dark doctor deeper inside. Her back arched and she gasped again. The Minx leaned up and started kissing his neck with increasing urgency. All she could feel was the heat of his member, the touch of his hands the feeling of relief after he denied her for so long.

"Oh Doctor!" She cried out.

"Yes my mischievous Minx, is there something you want?"

"Please Doctor, don't…"

"Don't what my moist little Minx? Don't violate you? Don't defile your innocence? What my merry Minx, what shall I not do?"

"D-don't stop!" She sobbed. Her pride leaving her the Minx grabbed Doctor Darkness butt and pulled on it driving him deeper into her. She felt his tongue on her face licking away her hot wet tears. His hands reached behind and untied hers, she was finally free to fight back.

But instead her hands wrapped around him and pulled him in deeper. She sighed contently as the pleasure built in her body. She could feel a fire building in her loins, spreading up her spine through her limbs and finally hitting her brain like an explosion of ecstasy.

"Fucky! Foxy loves fucky! Fuck Foxy! Fuck Foxy! F-" But then Doctor Darkness wrapped his hands around the Minx's neck and choked off her air. The confused girl felt consciousness slipping away and could only hear his last words.

"I'd tell you to remember this my magnificent Minx, but I know you will. You'll remember that I spent months building you up, restoring your shattered psyche and intellect, undoing the damage those vandals did to your magnificent mind. And now I've torn you apart in minutes. Oh Minx, you will have to work a lot hard if you ever want to be a worthy foe. Now then, let us see if you can awaken in time to save all those lives."

And then she lost consciousness.

She awoke just as the first light of dawn appeared on the horizon. She blinked a few times and then she remembered. The pleasure. The shame. And the gas! The Minx ignored the pain and ran for the barges. Doctor Darkness was right, she would have to work harder and she promised herself she would.

***

The Minx sat alone in her room. It was months since she left Doctor Darkness' clutches. She'd learned a lot from the long-lived villain. She remembered his stock market formulas and used them to multiply her wealth ten-fold. She remembered his formula for an age-retarding potion and was already gathering the rare ingreediants needed.

But most of all she remembered his words. She had to try harder. She had to become better.

That meant no more fighting crime alone. No woman, no matter how smart, how determined could do everything. Helena and Natalie were a start but she had plans afoot to gather even more trustworthy agents.

One day she knew she would meet Doctor Darkness again. And she would be ready.

But for now, tonight, alone in her room…

She locked the door and returned to her bed. She let her mind drift backwards to that night all those months ago. One hand drifted to her breasts and slipped under lacy black bra. The other drifted between her legs, under her sheer black panties. Her fingers slipped in.

"Oh Doctor… Doctor… harder… please… F-Foxy… Foxy likes to fuck… p-please fuck Foxy! AH!"

Her whole body trembled from the orgasm, her sweaty breasts rose and fell. She collapsed against her bed for a few brief hours of sleep.

Tomorrow after all was another day.

Afterword

Ha! You thought that last chapter was late? Well you ain't seen nothing yet!

Seriously I am sorry about the delay, real life has been a bear lately and it's not likely to get much better. Plus this was one of those chapters I needed to do but didn't really want to do. I do plan to finish this somewhere around issue 50 though.

As many people predicted I never really planned to kill off the Minx, she was always coming back. Dr. Darkness first appeared in my old Global Protectors stories, I kind of the like the idea of Victorian gentleman who happens to be a racist genocidal steampunk mad scientist.

And yes, I have been waiting YEARS to use the heroine/heroin pun.

With this done I hope I can get back to more fun stories that take less time to write.

Next Issue: We take a bit of a break and look back at how Stella and the Minx first met. Be back for Crisis on Earth!

Hopefully sometime this spring.

Marcus Lycus

(Marcus_Lycus@hotmail.com)

September 2011

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