Scarlet Vixen

[swrazor]

The Scarlet Vixen

Wendy sat at home, relaxing and enjoying a book. She was of average build and had medium length brown hair. She was wearing a white bath robe, with no bra and only a pair of silk panties underneath. Suddenly her tranquil environment was shattered, when the door leading into her apartment swung open.

Wendy looked up in time to see a figure charging for her. She got up to run but a moist cloth was suddenly plowed into her face. However she was able to get a clear look at her attacker.

He was a thin, baby faced man, who was surprisingly strong for his small stature. He had a creepy smile etched on his face but his tone was as if he were the nicest guy in world. "Just breathe babe. It will all be a dream soon."

The smell... The sweet smell, made Wendy nauseated, as she screamed. "Mmmmmmmpppphhhh!!! Mmmmmmmpppphhhh!!!" She soon found herself being bulldozed back on to her sofa. Through all this, the cloth remained tightly pressed against her nose and mouth.

The frightened young woman, grunted, bucked and used her arms to try and rip the man's arm away. But now her ears were buzzing and she was becoming lightheaded and dizzy.

John could see his beautiful date getting that dazed and dreamy look. It was one he was quite familiar with. Her protest softened, as he watched, losing their angry tone and morphing into a more scared desperate one. The beauty's eyes glazed over and appeared to tilt, just slightly upward but were not yet rolling. Her flails weakened and slowed gradually.

Wendy was so sleepy. Her eyes began to roll, just wanting to close and send her into deep slumber. She fought against this but could see nothing but a fuzzy haze and her whole body felt like a piece of lead, as it descended further into the couch.

The girl didn't even feel the cloth come off her face.

John's lovely date was an adequate lump of sleepy now, not quite out but far from alert. Her eyelids fluttered like moths, showing small peeks of her beautifully rolled eyes.

Wendy only groaned, as John undone her white cotton robe and was pleased to find the perfect sized breast, exposed and just ready to be cupped and played with. And play John did, feeling her smooth youthful skin, as he rubbed on her, selfishly, hungrily. She had a stomach as flat as the great plains, which he explored, even licking it.

Then he moved south...

Straightening Wendy's legs, a horny John pulled down her silk panties. While a helpless Wendy could only turn her head left and right groggily.

"Mmmmmnnnn... hhhnnnsssmmm..." She moaned, feeling her thighs caressed.

"Shhhh... There, there chicky chick. It's alright." John says, beginning to kiss her thigh and between her legs. He then pulled up Wendy's limp upper body and tried to kiss her, loving the feel of his hand in her hair, as he supported her limp head.

Suddenly, John heard someone at the door. "Wendy are you ok? I heard an awful noise." the voice said.

Wendy began to moan kinda loud, so John quickly put his hand over her mouth. "Shit. No time to put you all the way out sweetie. Looks like we gotta move our date." John quickly looked around and saw sliding glass doors behind the couch.

As Wendy moaned, He scooped the drugged girl off her sofa and headed out. "Uuuuuhhhh fuuu... fuuu uuummm...

"Don't worry. We'll be safe again real soon." He told her.

"I think the young lady is too impaired to make her own choice and you are in no position to make it for her, creep." said a voice from above John.

He turned in time to see a female figure drop down. She was medium height and had on a deep red body suit of some kind. There was a fox's head displayed on the front. Knee-high black and red boots dressed her feet. A black belt with numerous pouches and gadgets wound her waist. She had long, flowing, auburn colored hair and a black domino mask, that extended down the bridge of her nose.

"Says who?" John exclaims.

"Says me." The female answered.

"Ti- I'll take you to broad."

"Ha. You can try." she says, snarky.

With that John simply drops poor Wendy and charges, trying to place the cloth on this new bitch's nose and mouth. He fails miserably and gets dropped after three precise shots. two to the sternum finished off by a kick to his "love gun."

The woman then goes to check on the robed girl, who's beginning to stir. As she does however, John makes a run for it. She spins, throwing a pair of what look to be three bound cords that wrap around John's legs and torso. halting his escape and pinning his arms to his side.

"Ahhh!!! You fucking ****!!!" John growls. He tries to break the bonds but finds that, as he struggles, they only get tighter and begin to heat rapidly, burning a hole through his clothes and searing his skin. He quickly gives, as the heroine approaches. He simply ask, voice quivering. "Who are you?" She bends down to respond.

"Me? Why I'm your worst fucking nightmare." She says, almost in a playful tone. Before belting John, knocking him cold.

By this time Wendy's alert, as the female checks on her. "You ok?" The heroine ask.

"Yes. Thank you! Oh thank you!" Wendy replies.

"No problem. Now there is just one more thing to do before getting you home."

The heroine puts her hands on Wendy's shoulders and in seconds, Wendy is getting increasingly warmer. She begins to feel like she is in a sauna. Sweat begins to moisten her skin, as parts of her hair become saturated with it.

Wendy finds herself exhausted and drained from the sudden steam bath. Her eyes are so heavy, she can hardly hold them open now. She is almost too sleepy to talk. "Wha yoooou doooiiing?... dohurrrt meeee..." Wendy slurs, lolling her head.

"Honey. I'm not gonna hurt you. I promise. Just go to sleep and you'll wake up at home, safe and sound and good as new, minus remembering me that is." The masked woman say's biting her lip with desire, as she closes Wendy's robe.

Wendy could not hold on anymore, even though she wanted to. Her eyes roll just a few more times, then the young woman wilts completely. "Thata girl." her savior says, tapping her cheek. Then the heroine opens, Wendy's mouth and puts a few drops of a solution in.

"This super concentrated compound, will re hydrate you, plus give you slight amnesia. You'll never remember me or what happened to you." She then scoops up the young lady, watching her head and arms, flop and hang limp.

After taking Wendy home safe, the heroine entered her own home. She went into her bedroom and changed into a more casual attire. She then looked into a mirror and said. "Nice work Isabelle, you did great tonight."

She then pulled a dresser drawer open, retrieving a children's book. It was a children's book, her mother read to her when she was little. Before evil took both her mother and her childhood away.

It's title? The Scarlet Vixen...

A few weeks later...

Scarlet Vixen was doing her nightly patrols, by way of the city's rooftops. When she soon spotted a man who appeared to be in distress. She quickly got down to street level and hurried into the ally in which she saw him.

Upon getting there, Vixen saw that the man had his lower body pinned beneath a heavy stone of some kind. "Oh please. You gotta help me. I think a piece of the roof fell and crushed my legs. Ahhh!!! Fuck..." The man anguished, when he finally saw that she was standing over him.

"Ok hold on." Vixen said, moving quickly to remove the large stone slab. She got the thing moved after some effort and then started checking for broken bones or other injuries. When she squeezed on sections of each leg and the man didn't yowl, she figured nothing was broken.

"Nothing appears to be broken. Do you think you can stand?" asked the heroine.

"I... I'll try." said the stunned man. He gingerly made it to his feet, wincing a couple times. He was dressed in a blue sweat shirt, gray jogging pants and old dingy, white tennis shoes. When he seemed steady and more together, she said,

"I think you'll be ok now." She said, smiling and touching the man's shoulder. Then she turned to walk away.

"Excuse me. Ms.?"

"Yes?" Vixen said, as she turned back around.

Suddenly a mist was sprayed in her face and her mind immediately became disoriented and sleepy. "Wha... Wha diiid... you?... Uuuuhhhh..." The drowsy heroine wavered for a moment, then her body collapsed, like a folding chair and melted into the chest of the man standing before her. While she is not totally out, she may as well be.

"Thata sleepy girl. It's time to take you home." The man says, clearing away the cherry wood strands of hair, that have blanketed her cheeks now. This fully reveals Vixen's drugged rolling eyes, as the super heroine fights to hold on to her consciousness.

It is a fight the girl eventually loses...

The kidnapper full of pride, now lays an unconscious Vixen on his small bed, in his ragtag, one room apartment. A single light bulb dangles from wires, serving as the only artificial light source. The walls are bare, with peeling paint as their face. A single sink basin is bolted to the wall.

He finally figures out how to remove his prize's body suit but decides to leave her masked, to maintain an element of mystery. The pervert retrieve's a long, silk robe that he'd stolen a few months back and slips it under her nude body. He loves the way her torso bows, as it is lifted.

Then, he gets behind Vixen on the bed and sits the zonked out heroine upright, sending her head of firey hair spilling downward.

Putting the Vixen's limp arms in the sleeves of the robe, her captor closes the garment around the young lady. He wishes to feel her body again, so he get's off the bed and lifts her into another arm carry.

The brute moves with her in his arms, letting her arms, legs and hair, sway and flop around like his light fixture above. He even holds her in front of an open window, letting the breeze flutter the silk of her dark robe. This combined with the lava like spillage of her deep auburn hair, made the scene especially erotic for him.

After a few minutes, the man returned Vixen to the bed, just as she began to moan and move her head. "Mmmm... Mmmmmmmnnnnnnn..."

"Oh no no no sweetheart. I don't need you waking up yet. You might not be as much fun when you are awake." The villain says, quickly dousing a cloth with chloroform. The helpless heroine has time to barely open her eyes before a sweet smell invades her senses.

The groggy beauty moans low and instinctively flails an arm before her eyes slowly roll up again, sending the young woman into sweet surrender once again.

With the fox of a girl asleep once more. The man strips her again, only this time the mask comes off as well. After seeing her full facial features, the man suddenly remarks, "Damn Joe. You did alright fer yourself."

A little while later, Joe has the super heroine in the shower with him, naked. She is still unconscious, even though her body is soaked. He is lathering up her form, when she begins to mumble. Mmmm... Hey... Wasgoiiing onnn..." She lazily pulls up her head and bobbles it, trying to look around. Yyyoooou... "Ge offff meeee mmmm..."

Joe watches the drugged girl flop an arm on to his shoulder but it merely sides off and hangs limply at her side again. Her gray eyes look beautiful rolling around. Clearly they are unseeing. But Joe has no way of putting the young dame back to sleep here and doesn't quite know what to do.

He maneuvers, until Vixen is squarely under the showerhead being drenched with the spray of water. Her head tries to loll as he begins to comb her wet hair and talk to her. "Relax and go back to sleep cutie pie. You are just having a bad dream."

"Buuuu I..." She sleepily questions.

Joe sees an opening in the beauty's awareness and pounces. "Do you feel warm?" He ask.

"Yesss..." The heroine slurs in turn.

"That's because you're in a nice warm bed punkin. Go back to sleep."

"Uuuuhhhh... Bed?... Sleeeep?..." Even as a helpless Vixen questioned. The warmth and gentle caresses were sending her slowly back to dreamland.

Joe saw this and said, "That's it. Go right back to sleep honey bunch..."

"Buuu whatabout the wat... wat..." The girl garbled, feeling water trickle down her skin.

"Shhhh... You don't worry about the water, sweet thing." Joe replied and after he said these words, she didn't. He keeps Vixen's now open mouth, away from the gushing water spray, so she will not drown herself.

Vixen awoke sometime later, to angry mumbling. When her mind finally cleared she found herself, strangely dressed in a black silk robe and chained on the wall. She had no memory since the street. "What the hell is this? Where am I?" The redhead said making a ruckus, struggling against her bonds.

Then she saw the man from the ally grumbling and dousing a cloth. "Shhut up yooou noisey bitchhhh..." He slurred, as he brought the cloth to Vixen's face. The smell of liquor from his breath could've rivaled the chloro's chemical smell.

Vixen struggled against the chains growling in anger. "Grrrrmmmmpppphhhh!!!" But unable to really move, the sedative began to work quickly, her gray eyes became dazed and her protest lost their intensity. Soon the heroine's eyes rolled and her body wilted in the chains.

Seconds later, her head was tilted in a slump and she was out cold.

The next time Vixen awoke, she was on the floor. Her hands were tied behind her back and her ankles were bound together. Her captor was nowhere in sight. She saw the bottle of chloro not far from her on the floor.

The heroine tried for several minutes to loosen or break her bonds with no success. She had to assess her other options.

Looking again at the chloro bottle, Vixen got an idea. It was a long shot but the only shot. There was a small sink attached to the wall beside her. It was key. She maneuvered herself closer to the bottle and managed to tip it over. luck shining on her, the cap came off, spilling the contents on the floor.

Step one just became a lot easier. she thought. She picked the bottle up with her teeth and somehow got herself up over the sink bowl, placing the bottle, upright in it, dead centered. Then the beauty used her mouth to turn the water on and the bottle began to fill up.

It was now filled up all the way but she hoped he would be too drunk to notice. She painstakingly got it and herself back in position and waited.

A while later, The drunk comes stumbling in and she immediately begins creating a stir, cursing and doing everything she can to irritate him. Right on cue, he pours the liquid on to the cloth. She feigns passing out and waits for an opening.

Vixen feels herself being untied, lifted and put on the bed. She waits until she can feel his alcoholic breath on her face, then she head butts him. Then with a quick right, she puts him down.The heroine ties the brute up quickly and finds her costume.

Vixen sheds the silk robe, dawning her normal attire. Then she hauls Joe to outside the nearest police precinct...

*******

Watchful eyes peer at the mighty Scarlet Vixen. Gazing from a shadowy alleyway, a females voice spoke these words: "You will soon be mine love. All mine... Forever..." Then she began to sing verses of one of her favorite Nightwish songs. "Ghost River."

[larrydude]

Nice!

[swrazor]

part 2

Shortly before the events in part 1...

Elise hummed an Enya song as she strolled down the street. It protected her from the stares that tried to penetrate her shield of uniqueness. For Elise was different. She wore eyeblack around her eyes and had long dark hair with dark purple streaks within. Her eyes, were a unique honey color. Spikes went around her wrist and a leather body suit covered her from the light.

The light was cruel it hurt Elise not the physical kind but the unseen kind it was a fraud. It would shine bright with happiness then go away leaving you cold and empty. This Elise knew and never again.

She was hunting this night and her urges must and would be satisfied. She walked into a club where party patrons paid her no mind. She picked out this chocolate haired girl from the population and decided to "perform" for her but the stage must be right, the mood and song perfect.

The girl had stone-washed jeans pretty white sneakers and a white belt, as compliment. Her shirt was of the 90's rock group vixen. Elise knew of this group and approached the girl who's brown bangs nearly covered her soft hazel eyes.

She said to the girl, "I see you like vixen." Then Elise began to whisper in the young woman's ear, singing the groups song "Crying" the girl was shocked by this but couldn't pull away for whatever reason, as this strange goth girl began combing her hair and rubbing the back of her neck.

The woman's forwardness was kind of a turn on. The girl didn't know she could feel this way but it was happening.

Suddenly the girl felt a pain in her neck and wondered if she'd been pinched. She then felt light and dreamy. Her eyelids drooped heavy, as the woman's face twirled in her vision. She felt sleepy yet trippy as well. Then there was nothing...

A while later...

Elise's audience began to moan, strapped to Elise's fun chair. She began to play with the girl in pleasurable places making the girl moan while her eyes did drowsy half rolls. Soon her audience was awake enough for a question.

"What's your name hun?" Elise asked.

"Christy" She says, a little sleepily. What are you... Uuummm..." Christy bites her lip hard, as pleasure shoots through her. She goes to touch Elise but is rebuffed.

"Not yet... I'm not ready." Elise replies. She then produces a canister and sprays Christy in the face. Her mind quickly muddles into a lump of grogginess, sending her hazel eyes rolling and swimming around in her head once more.

Elise somehow got Christy to stand, head, shoulders and body swaying drowsily. As the girl stood and moaned Elise went to her cd player and placed a karaoke version of Metallica's "Until It Sleeps." She then slowly, removed Christy's top from her deflated and sedated form as it rocked in lazy directions. All this, while supplying the songs words, as she worked.

Afterward, Elise used her trusty "vibe stick" on the groggy girl until she became more alert. Then she asked, "Do you? like this?"

Christy in the midst of ecstasy responds, "Yyyesss..." as Elise runs her finger down the bridge of Christy's nose still humming the melody of the repeating song.

"Good. Stay right there." Elise says. She erotically backs away and begins to strip dance in front of Christy. First turning off her stereo, Elise then turns and grabs an acoustic guitar and begins to play perfectly, the haunting notes of The House Of The Rising Sun. while also singing the lyrics as if she'd wrote them.

Then she seductively makes her way back to her "guest", who looks on in wonder, as Elise grinds her nude form against a mesmerized Christy. This is all done perfectly to the tune of her picking, until the gothic girl's mind begins to wander...

Her mind flashes to her mother, a happy and loving spirit full of the "light" being used and eventually extinguished by a pig of a male. That was the first time the "light" had left Elise cruelly.

The next flash was of her, being forced to perform "chores" for this same man in order to survive and be fed. She endured these torturous and unspeakable acts by listening to her music via headphones and memorizing every note and word of every song that played.

As weeks and months pass, the pain and hurt, slowly became Elise's friend and the "light" again began to dim. Only this time it was the "light" inside Elise.

The day of her freedom finally came, when Elise boldly turned the tables on this blight to humanity. She relished in this pig of a man taking in some long and overdue pain, though unlike her, it did not comfort him. Her final goodbye to him was parting him from his man trophy as he begged.

That was the final time the "light" had slipped away...

Elise snapped back finding herself pleasuring herself with one hand and Christy with the other. She decided it was time... She led an eager Christy to the doors of a large walk in closet. They were closed. Then she whispered to the girl, "Now I'm ready..."

The women kissed and groped each other passionately until Christy felt another sting... Only this time her mind remained clear but her muscles slowed, until they would not respond at all. Horrified, Christy became a prisoner in her on body. The doors to the closet were opened to reveal girls chained, there bodies fixed, like statues.

Their eyes dart, tears streaming down, as Elise adds Christy to their sick club. A club known as Elise's audience.

Elise soon leaves her abode and is prowling again, when she views the most beautiful dominate woman she's ever seen. She had beautiful, flowing, lava colored hair and a colorful costume. There was such grace in her movement, as she hauled a swine off somewhere.

It was at that moment, Elise knew, she had to perform for this fire haired beauty...

A few days later...

sabelle was getting into her costume, becoming The Scarlet Vixen but she wasn't going on patrol. No, on this day, Scarlet Vixen was doing charity work. She had saw an article in the paper from a little girl's big sister. She was asking for a Scarlet Vixen impersonator to attend her little siblings Halloween party.

Vixen could not resist. She located the address and called the number listed. When the phone was answered by a female, she told her that she was the real Scarlet Vixen and that she'd attend the party for free.

The voice turned out to be the older sister from the newspaper ad. She explained that their mother and father had died and that she was raising her younger sister by herself. She also expressed how thrilled her sister would be and how appreciative she was of the offer. Vixen could not wait to see the look on the youngster's face, when a real super heroine showed up at her door.

*******

Elise looked around and made sure everything was right for this ruse. Balloons, check. Cake, check. The neighborhood brat was playing outside, next door, giving her the perfect cover story. Elise had spent hours, making punch and filling plastic cups. For no other reason than to make the "party" look authentic.

Though it did serve one other purpose, Elise thought, upon further analysis. She would be using one of the cups to send her beautiful redheaded doll off to sleepy land. This made her smile, before she went to her bedroom and opened up her huge walk in closet. All of her dolls were still there, including the lovely Christy. They were all chained from the ceiling in a standing position and completely nude. There heads were slumped forward, in an apparent deep slumber.

The deranged young woman caressed each one of their faces gently. Then suddenly she heard her doorbell ring.

Scarlet Vixen stood before Elise, when she opened the door. She was wearing the same magnificent getup Elise had saw her in a few weeks earlier. "Oh hi. Please come in." She said to the heroine, stepping aside and gesturing.

Scarlet Vixen assumed this was the sister and admired her rather unique appearance. It was appropriate for a Halloween party to be sure. She wore a black shirt and leather pants with spiked bracelets around her wrist and a spiked choker around her neck. She was definitely going for the gothic punk look. Her hair was long and black with purple highlights. Purple lipstick covered her full lips.

Combat boots dressed the girl's feet. But what stood out the most on the young woman, was her small honey colored eyes Vixen could not tell if they were real or contacts.

"Have a seat, my sister is next door playing. See her out there?" Elise said, pointing out the window.

Vixen sat on the sofa and looked. She indeed saw the little girl playing. "She's very cute." the heroine said.

"I know." Elise said with a smile." If she's not here in a few minutes, I'll go fetch her. Would you like some punch while we wait? I just made it."

"Sure." vixen replied.

Elise went to the kitchen and flipped open a secret compartment in one of her gothic rings. She dumped a white, powdery substance into one of the plastic cups and then retrieved it, also picking one up for herself, before strolling back to where Scarlet Vixen was.

A few minutes into chatting, Vixen began to feel drained. the feeling came on quite suddenly and her eyes and head felt so heavy. Her fit body wanted to teeter, she could feel it. Her hostess's voice was strange and her face was swirling and spitting into two mirror images. She could barely hear the gothic woman ask her a question.

"Are you ok? You look sleepy." Elise asked, watching the heroine's eyes roll back in drugged incoherence.

Vixen's sleepy mind finally caught on to what was happening but her body could not catch up and function correctly. "Wha... Whaadyoooou doooo?.... Th-therrrre wassss somethiiing in the puuunchshhh..." Vixen slurred, as her head lolled on her shoulders and her auburn hair spread across her face. She knew she should get up but was soooo tired.

Elise reached over and cleared some hair from Scarlet Vixen's face, as the beauty's eyes continued to roll back in la la land. "Let's take this mask off, ok?" The villainess purred, slowly de masking the drugged young woman.

Even though Vixen was very out of it, she still had a sense of what was happening. "Uuuhhh... Noooo..." She murmured. The beauty tried to fend Elise off with her arms but all it really did was make her look cute, in a sleepy kinda way. By now her head had fallen back against the sofa heavily. She tried to lift it again and did a little. But then it just plopped right back down again.

Elise with her sexual motor now revved up, begins stripping the heroine's costume away. When she gets to Vixen's gloves, she looks at all the weird devices and switches on the backhand. "I wonder what all these gadgets are for?" She says curiously. "I guess we'll need to find out later. Right now though, I wanna play with you my little redheaded doll." Elise said happily.

A roofied Vixen could only moan and turn her head left and right.

Elise had been so preoccupied by the heroine's apparent equipment, that it took her longer than it should have to notice that Vixen only had skimpy lingerie, covering her birthday suit. It was cherry red and like the fruit it resembled, it looked delicious to her insane eyes. She began to grope the young woman's fine mounds and curves, as if they were play dough.

However, somehow, Vixen was becoming more combative, though still very sleepy, she was putting a damper on Elise's fun, with her pawing and drowsy arm flops. This was making the gothic nut case angry. "You just won't go with it, will you?" Elise said through a tightened jaw. She manhandles the groggy young woman to her feet, causing her head to flop around like a rag doll. This causes her red hair to sweep and fall in various places.

Scarlet Vixen gives a surprisingly forceful push on Elise, as a cloth is thrust over her mouth and nose. "Yoooou sssstop... Ge awayuhmmmmpppphhh..."

"There that should calm your fucking ass down. Now go to sleep goddamn it!" A fire burned in Elise's honey colored eyes, it's intensity could rival Scarlet Vixen's hair.

" Mmmmpppphhhh... Mmmpphh..." Vixen gave groggy moans of protest, But the sedating chemical is too much for her already drugged mind. Any fight or coherence she had regained quickly rolled away with her drowsy gray eyes. Her legs folded beneath her, sending the beauty's body into a limp sag, It was now heavy in sleep, leaving the lovely Scarlet Vixen dead to the world.

*******

Vixen awoke to damp, musty air blowing across her smooth, child like skin. She was nude and still quite groggy. She could see hazy torch light flickering. Where the hell was she? She tried to move but was restricted. In a few seconds, she could tell by what. She was chained upright on boards that were nailed together in the shape of an X.

The hero's mind was clear enough now for her to realize she was in a basement or cellar. Shadows danced to the song of their flaming masters. It truly mimicked a medieval dungeon except it was smaller. There were no sounds and Vixen felt she was alone, until her eyes found the gothic woman standing just a few feet away. She was smiling and had on the heroine's gloves!

Seeing that the strong woman was awake. Elise slowly walked toward her, the anger gone from her face. "These handy dandy gloves are quite impressive once you figure them out." She proclaims.

Scarlet Vixen snarls, yanking at the shackles. "You are in deep shit you freak!" Vixen barks.

"Am I?" Elise answers, wiggling her gloved fingers. "Well, let's just see." Elise says, touching Vixen's washboard abs. Heat swims through the heroine's skin, as she immediately breaks into a profuse sweat. She was being attacked with her own weapon.

The sauna like atmosphere was making the heroine weak and sleepy. In a few moments, the young redhead could barely keep her eyes open She never tested these on herself before but now knew how Wendy must have felt, the day Vixen used the gloves on her.

The tips of Vixen's amber colored locks were now sopping wet, as Elise combed and swept them back. She loved the way sweat trickled down the girl's statuesque figure, giving it a gleam in the dancing torch light. "Noooo donnnn'... Issss tooooo muuuusssch... Yy-you'llll kill meeeee..." Vixen says, as her sleepy gray eyes roll deeply into her head.

"No I won't dear. I am very careful and would never hurt one of my dolls." Elise replies.

Just before losing consciousness, the smothering warmth starts to feel good to Scarlet Vixen. She runs her tongue over her lips and moans, bucking her pelvis forward with desire. Then just as quick, all goes dark and she falls asleep to the sound of someone singing in her ear...

*******

Sometime later, Vixen is stirred into half sleep by a ruckus. She sees several figures that look like SWAT team types. Among them, she thinks she sees someone she knows. Her rescuer. But the figure walks up and places a gloved hand over her nose and mouth. She dreamily wonders why, as she slips away.

In the last seconds of semi-awareness, she confirms it is someone she knows but there's something horribly wrong... Something's missing...

[CBiscuit]

I'm finally back and catching up. Wow! This is great writing. From the lesbian seductions, to the bedtime story flashback. The water/chloro switch was great too. I might have had her pass out for a while from the spilled chloro, and then wake up and do the switch, but that's such a minor point in the scheme of things!

[swrazor]

Thanks cb i will post the final catch up story today then after that all new stuff!!!!!!

[swrazor]

Part 3 of 3

A few hours before the events in Scarlet Vixen VS. The Shadow Songstress...

"Hello Bobbi. Yeah I'm still coming just running a little late. You and Constance sit tight. I'll see you in a few."

Katirina Williams, A.K.A. Amethyst hung up her cell and opened the driver's side door of her newly restored 1982 Pontiac Firebird Trans AM. It was solid black with a deep purple trim along the bottom. Suddenly she was grabbed by several hulking figures. They looked to be police or military, an elite unit of some kind. Whoever they were, they knew what they were doing.

"What the fumm... Let me go!" Amethyst exclaimed. Her arms where being restrained from the side by two, while a third had her held tightly around the waist. She tried throwing elbows and head butting the one behind her but was unsuccessful. It is then when the one behind her finally spoke.

"Okay that's enough from you. Time to go nigh nigh gorgeous." Amethyst was powerless, as she watched a syringe being prepped.The voice was male and all business.

"Who are you people?! No! No!" The agent tried to shy away from the needle, as a gloved hand was placed over her mouth. "Noooommmppphhhh!!! Mmmmmpppphhhh!!!" But her efforts did her no good. The sedating serum was injected directly into her carotid artery with expert skill and precision.

In seconds Amethyst's body turned to jelly and her mystical blue eyes drooped and rolled back. Somehow though, she was not totally collapsing. Even with such a high dose, she was still battling to stay awake. Her eyes were sliding up into her head drowsily but she would not allow herself to totally succumb to the sedative. Every time she would start to, she would jerk and jar herself back to the edge of unconsciousness.

As the team of figures restrained her and waited for her to go out, Amethyst remained stubborn. "Uuuuhhhhmmmssssmmm nnnnnnn..."

"Man you're a tough one, aren't you Ms bad ass girl?" said one of the men holding her arms.

"Quite!" Barked the one behind her. "That's ok. Let her fight it all she wants. She isn't going anywhere." Her captor said, brushing her hair. Suddenly a voice boomed from behind.

"We've got to get going. Let her go and let me handle it." The brute did as he was instructed and Amethyst staggered a few steps before collapsing against her car. The door open alert. was still chiming a monotonous cadence, as the girl fell on all fours. She was struggling to get up, as someone grabbed her shoulder and turned her toward them. Her eyes were rolling ridiculously.

"We meet again my lovely, lovely game."

Even in her drugged condition Amethyst knew that voice... "Des... Desssmond..." She slurred, trying to register his face.

"Glad you remember me. Katirina was it? Oh. Forgive me. You like to be called Amethyst. You're a really stubborn girl, you know that?" He says, caressing her sleepy face and peering into her rolling blue eyes. "But we need to go. So you need to take a nap. Sorry." With that he gives, the groggy woman a right cross, knocking her out cold. She now lay there, with hair blanketing her cheek.

"Get her in the van!" Desmond orders, while he dials a cell phone number. When the call is picked up, he simply says, "Phase one complete, Gemini."

*******

Bobbi and Constance were chatting in Bobbi's bedroom. "Mom sure is running late." Constance said.

"I called her she is on her way. Don't worry, She wouldn't miss her birthday visit. I tried calling Lee but she's not answering. She's probably occupied." Bobbi said with a smile.

"I think I'll run down to the store and get mom's favorite candy." Constance said.

"Ok but hurry back." Bobbi replied

Bobbi watched her niece make the short walk down the street to the convenient store. Suddenly she heard footsteps approach her bedroom door. "Come on in sis. It's open. " Bobbi says, without thinking. She turned around to see her sister carrying a blind person's cane. Why are you using that Katirina?" Bobbi asked. There was something else off. She was wearing special ups getup and her sibling's sunglasses were black. Not the purple ones she always wore.

"Oh. I'dunno. Wanted to celebrate Halloween on my birthday I guess." Her sister answered. Bobbi was perplexed. She knew her sister well and her mannerisms were way off.

Then something clicked in Bobbi's head. A story her mother once told her about Katirina having a twin. She did not say much more, except that this twin committed unspeakable acts and had been shunned by the family. The subject was taboo around Kat and she only knew the twin supposedly died at some point. Bobbi had forgotten about all of this, until now.

"Katelyn..." Bobbi says, her voice apprehensive.

"Nice to meet you, little sister and I'm looking forward to taking care of you in Katirina's absents and my niece as well." Katelyn said, with a sly assured smile.

Bobbi knew then who she was dealing with. Someone who could not be reasoned with and who was motivated only by ego and vengeance. "What did you do with Kat? She's your sister."

"She's no longer your concern and it would behoove you to accept this fact. For you and Constance sake." Katelyn said, with ice in her voice.

"You stay away from her!" Bobbi yelled. She began throwing strikes but they were all parried or evaded. The twins ability to foresee and anticipate blows was unimaginable and her counters were precise and to the point. She turned that cane into a devastating weapon, that left Bobbi injured and weakened but Bobbi would not give up and forced herself to keep coming.

Katelyn parried once more and then discarded the cane in favor of her hands. She caught one of Bobbi's arms and snapped it at the elbow. The girl screamed in agony. "Give up Bobbi or this will not end well for you." Katelyn's voice was calm almost casual. But all Bobbi could think about was protecting Constance and finding Katirina and so she willed herself to get off a sudden kick to Katelyn's mid-section.

This angered the Amethyst Doppelganger and she kicked Bobbi in the side of her knee, shattering it. A helpless Bobbi wailed again and crumpled to the floor, writhing in pain.

"Looks like I'm gonna have to save you from yourself, sister." Katelyn said, as she placed her gloved hand over Bobbi's nose and mouth.

Despite being severely injured, Bobbi used her good limbs as best she could to fight but it was futile, Her adversary just looked on with a calm and uncaring expression.

As she struggled to breath Bobbi heard Constance return. "I finally got the back. You would not believe how busy they were Bobbi." Bobbi began fighting even harder, yelling through the glove and arching her body with effort.

"Mmmmmpppphhhh!!!! Mmmmmpppphhhh!!!! Mmmmmpppphhhh!!!!" Bobbi yelled, trying to warn Constance. But then she heard a distant thump, that made her heart sink. She sobbed even while being smothered into an unknown fate. She wanted to keep fighting for Constance's sake but was starting to get woozy from lack of oxygen. Her pretty eyes began to glaze over and roll, as her protest dulled.

"Mmmmmnnnn... Mmmmmnnnn... Mmnnn..."

In a few moments, unconsciousness rescued a murmuring Bobbi from all her pain.

[CBiscuit]

Well done! I need to get started on some new stuff too.