CHAMBERED FOX (Diana's Initiation)

AMBER FOX'S FIRST JOB

The extremely shapely blond teenager in a figure- hugging polyester overcoat glanced 
furtively into the dark shadows behind her as she approached the front door of a dark,  
decaying mansion.  The full moon seemed to be leering down at her. She thought she was 
being followed, but perhaps she was imagining things.  Her steel tipped high- heeled red 
leather boots pinged on the stone steps and she suppressed the urge to re-check the 
address for the umpteenth time.  No, this had to be the right place.  But it sure wasn't 
what the Agency had told her to expect.  Why were all the lights turned out? Not a light 
in any window. The mansion was creepy and run down. It looked deserted. 

Her assignment was to attend a party with a wealthy art patron, scion of one of 
Metrapole's leading families.  She had been carefully instructed by Mara, the Agency's 
director. She was to escort him about the room, dressed in her figure hugging strapless 
blood red gown, smiling always, displaying ample cleavage, and speaking only when 
spoken to.  A simple enough assignment, Mara had assured her.  And that was a good 
thing, since it was her very first one.

The situation was a little embarrassing if she thought about it.  So it was best not to think  
too much.  The fact was, she was behind on the rent. There was no money in being an 
apprentice superheroine, and the medical bills could really mount up. So when her next 
door neighbor had told her about the Agency, she had jumped at the chance.  The pay 
was amazing. The work was a piece of cake. According to Nicolette all she  would have 
to do was look good. And for Amber Fox, looking good was not a problem.

Hesitantly, Amber pushed the door chime.  A huge gong rang somewhere deep inside the 
house.  The sound made the tiny hairs on her neck tingle. Her heart began to beat faster. 
Not that she was scared, exactly. After all, she was stronger than ten football players, 
faster than a bullet, nearly invulnerable, and healed with incredible speed. She wasn't 
afraid, but maybe she was a little nervous.  She didn't want to mess up her first paying 
job, especially with such a powerful client. 

She waited what seemed like forever and was just about to push the door chime a second 
time when the heavy iron latch rattled and the door opened with a loud creaking groan. 
Amber stifled a gasp. The tall, powerfully built figure standing inside the door was 
dressed in a tuxedo, but wore a terrifying death mask.  

"You are from the Agency?" he intoned.  

"Y-yes," she stammered.  "Here to see Mr. M."

"Enter."

She followed the hulking masked butler into a cavernous, dimly lit foyer. The massive 
door clanked shut behind her as if by an invisible hand. Her jaw dropped as she took in 
the opulence of her surroundings. Ornate moldings decorated the walls, and all the doors 
were nearly ten feet high. Priceless inlaid woodwork decorated the vast curving staircase 
to the second floor balcony, and deep red Turkish carpets covered the marble floor. 
Portraits of ancient noble ancestors scowled from the walls. She had never been in such a 
place before.  

"Come,"  growled the butler coldly. She followed him down a hallway of cut stone walls, 
broken occasionally by tall arched windows with strange twisted mullions that seemed to 
open into pitch darkness.  On closer inspection, she realized that they were choked with 
ivy. 

She seemed to have been following the butler forever.  She shook her head slightly, as if 
to clear cobwebs in her brain.  They had already taken several turns, and she realized 
uneasily that she might not be able to find her way back to the front door by herself. 
Suddenly a huge shadow leapt from the shadows to her left.  She cried out and cringed 
against the cold stone wall. A giant mastiff, easily two hundred pounds, crouched in front 
of her glaring with blood red eyes. It wore a spiked leather collar and snarled menacingly. 
The eyes of a second huge dog, nearly as big and collared identically to the first, glowed 
in the darkness behind it. The second one barked and then whined, wagging its tail. 

"Bluto, setz," commanded the butler.  The aggressive beast obeyed instantly. Its huge 
pink tongue lolled from its black lips, scraping back and forth over the lower rack of 
razor sharp teeth. It stared at Amber Fox intensely and panted. She couldn't keep herself 
from blushing as she noticed a blood red erection poking out from its fleshy underbelly. 

"Come along, Miss Sunshine," the butler commanded. "You mustn't keep your employer 
waiting."

Sunshine was the working name the Agency had assigned her.  A sneer in the way the 
butler pronounced the name made it sound like the opposite of sunshine.  As she followed 
the hulk of a man down yet another corridor, she heard the soft padding tread of the two 
huge hounds, following a few paces behind. 

They came to a sort of vestibule with several wooden doors, all of which were closed.  
There were no electric lights, she suddenly realized.  Everything in the mansion was lit 
by torch, lantern or candle.  Two torches flamed on the walls here, sending her shadow 
and that of the butler dancing on the stonework. 

"Your coat,"  he commanded.  He made no effort to help her off with it.  She shrugged 
the sheer, full length polyester coat off  and handed it to him.  He hung it on a clothes 
hook, turned the freakish death mask toward her, and ordered her to turn around. She did 
so.  Slowly and arrogantly, making him eat his heart out. Let him get an eyeful of this, 
she thought.  The nazi jerk.  She enjoyed the feel of the sheer satin red gown  caressing 
her ample curves, hugging her wide flaring hips and firm up-jutting bottom, clinging tight 
to her impossibly thin waist, precariously encasing the sides of her massive 38 DDD 
bosom. Her rich cleavage was displayed proudly by the deep plunging vee in the dress 
which came together just above her lowest rib.  She wore no bra, of course.  Her orbs 
were so firm that they needed no engineering to fill a sheer gown.  She glanced down 
with unconcealed pride at the prominent points made by her engorged nipples, both of 
which were more than a little excited by the feel of the satin and the slight element of 
danger this place was giving off. 

"Disgusting!" spat the butler. Amber's jaw dropped in disbelief.  Was he talking to her?  
As she turned to face him, her eyes blazing, Bluto sidled up behind her and nudged his 
snout into the crevice of her behind.  

"Shoo," she squeaked.  "Get away from me!"  She slapped its nose with her hand, perhaps 
a little too hard, and the beast yelped, then growled as it backed away.  

"You can hardly blame the dog,"  the butler hissed angrily.  "Just look at yourself!"

She glanced down at where he pointed. She muffled a little gasp.  The beautiful red gown 
was spoiled by a big dark wet stain below her groin.  She reached behind and felt the 
dress below her ass cheeks.  Soaking wet!  As if on cue, a trickle escaped her panties and 
dribbled down her inner thigh.  "I..I…" she stuttered.  

"Come this way," the butler barked with disgust, indicating a dark polished door to the 
left.  Of course, she should have known better.  Her superheroine costume had a special 
built in absorbent crotch to help control  her tendency to leak sexual juices whenever 
danger was in the air.  That erotic danger response was a typical trait that all superfoxes 
shared, and the costume engineers had done what they could to control the problem.   But 
tonight when Mara had assigned her these skimpy white lace thong panties, Amber had 
not thought twice.  After all, there wasn't supposed to be any danger in a simple escort 
job. 

Meekly, she followed the masked butler into an opulent dressing room.  "You have ten 
minutes to make yourself presentable," he said.  "You will find an appropriate garment in 
the closet there.  Try to clean yourself up a bit, will you?  And there are appropriate 
unguents and deodorants there, on the lavatory.  Use them." He left the room.

Amber's eyes flashed and her cheeks burned.  Deodorants!? Most males liked her smell. 
She quickly peeled off the ruined dress and soaked panties, and stood naked except for 
her red boots in the dim lit room.  She suspected that she was being watched.  Not that it 
bothered her to be seen naked, but she didn't much like the sneakiness of someone 
peeping.  She dried herself between the thighs, then opened the closet door.  One garment 
only hung in there.  The sight of it made a cold chill run down her spine.  It was a scanty 
red, white and blue harness of some sort, made up of intricately crisscrossed thongs all 
linked up to a thick blue, star spangled collar with studs exactly like those on the house 
dogs.  She was supposed to wear this?  It looked like something that disgraceful slut Ms. 
Americana would wear. What kind of party was this anyway?

Swallowing her misgivings, forcing herself to think of the money she was going to be 
paid, she resolved to muddle through.  After all, she was here now. She wouldn't get the 
dough until she did the job.  It was creepy, sure, but nothing she couldn't handle. She was 
stronger than ten muscle men, after all.  

It took her several minutes to figure out how the garment worked. It was like an 
openwork unitard, sort of. A crisscrossed thong crotch barely hid her golden pubic hair. 
Well. Actually, blond tufts spilled out on either side of the thong no matter how she 
positioned it.  Oh well. Wider straps crisscrossed her slightly rounded belly and rose to 
do a precarious job of covering her nipples.  The star studded blue collar snapped closed 
behind her slender throat with a heavy  steel loop.  The outfit was finished off by a red, 
white and blue miniskirt which hung low on her hips and barely covered the bottom 
curve of her rump. 

She examined herself in the mirror, and found herself approving of the sight.  She liked 
this better than the red dress, actually. Closer in style to her fighting costume.  On the 
skimpy side, for sure, but passable. But she just hated the colors!

Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do about the skimp factor.  But she made up 
her mind  not to worry. Obviously this was a costume party of some sort, because her 
host had also been kind enough to provide an excellent stick-on eye mask, which she put 
on. There would be others dressed just as weird.  Of course there would be.  Positioning 
the mask over her nose, Amber immediately felt the relief of perfect anonymity. She 
looked once more in the mirror and scowled resolutely, just as they had taught her in 
Superheroine Attitude class.  

Her eye fell on the perfectly arranged row of onyx decanters on the counter. The 
"unguents and deodorants."  Well, why not.  She didn't much like being ordered around 
by that thug of butler, but she had nothing against luxury.  She sprayed a little of each on 
her wrists and forearms.  The perfumes smelled incredible, indescribable. The scents 
made her nipples tingle. She wanted them all. It was impossible to make a choice. She 
stood with a finger on her plump lower lip, debating with herself.  The door suddenly 
opened without a knock. She turned to see Lurch glaring at her balefully from the death 
mask.  "Aren't you done yet?"  he yelled furiously.

"No need to shout,"  she retorted.  "I was just…I couldn't decide which one"

"You haven't yet anointed yourself?"  he cried, rushing at her with startling speed.  She 
flinched involuntarily, backing up until the lavatory counter edge creased her rump.  He 
towered over her, and seized a decanter.  "This one,"  he ordered.

"Okay," she said, reaching for it.  He held it away from her. 

"Spread your thighs,"  he demanded.

"I beg your pardon?"  she gasped.  "How dare…"

Before she could stop him, he grabbed her left knee and yanked it up, forcing her back 
into the mirror on one leg.  He was extremely strong.  It was all Amber Fox could do to 
control the urge to kill him with one punch to the jugular.  But she didn't want to blow 
her cover now. She bit her lip as Death Jeeves aimed and sprayed the stuff at her crotch, 
filling the room with a pungent musky cloud.  At first the emulsion burned her tender 
inner thighs slightly, but then the sensation transformed to a not unpleasant warmth. 

"Here," he continued, a little less angrily.  "It suits you.  A bit about the throat and 
cleavage, too."

"Let me," she insisted.  

Shrugging, he handed her the onyx bottle.  Delicately, she sprayed it in the prescribed 
places, filling her senses with the delicious aroma.  He nodded approvingly.  Taking her 
firmly by the upper arm, he guided her once again out into the endless hallway. The two 
mastiffs followed close behind, their eyes glued to her red-white-and-blue clad shapely 
undulating haunch.

After a time they came to a room far grander than any they had passed before.  A crowd 
of people in all sorts of masks milled about in the murky light. All were dressed in formal 
attire, sipping champagne and  murmuring in low indistinct voices.  Most in the grand 
hall were men, but there was a smattering of elegantly garbed women as well, clad in 
sparkling gowns that looked as if they cost thousands.  The butler kept a firm grasp on 
Amber's arm, and she felt the eyes of everyone staring as she passed. All conversation 
seemed to stop and an eerie silence descended on the room. Suddenly, the nubile young 
blond felt acutely self- conscious.  Everyone was gawking at her!  She was dressed like a 
bondage slut, and they were garbed like nobility.  She had a momentary urge to run away.  
Death Jeeve's grip tightened on her upper arm.  She controlled the surge of fear. It's just a 
job, she reminded herself. She could handle it.

But she could not control her superheroine biology. There was danger in the air, alright.   
This time she could feel the juices welling up inside her. She clenched  her pussy tight to 
keep from leaking. But under the gaze of all those cold, silent eyes the sexual response 
became impossible to control.  Streams of liquid lust squirted from her and trickled down 
the insides of her thighs. Her face burned with embarrassment but she walked haughtily, 
chin held high, as if daring anyone to make a nasty comment. Some bitch in a red gown 
snickered as she walked by. But nobody said a word.

She felt strangely light- headed. She had no idea what weird kind of  psychos she had 
gotten mixed up with.  Her heart was beating too fast. She was almost panting, her chest 
heaving hard enough that her nipples were hardening against the satin straps of the too- 
tight costume.  She willed herself to calm.  She reminded herself yet again that she was 
Amber Fox, after all. A superfox!  A genetically engineered marvel! Let these perverts 
leer all they want. She was in control here. 

Just then three more big men in death masks identical to the butler fell in around her.  
Where had they come from? Warning signals went off in her head, but her reactions were 
oddly sluggish. She hesitated a moment too long.  Before she could react, the thug behind 
her pulled her luxuriant blond hair aside and snapped something behind her ear. 

"Hey," she exclaimed.  "What…" She tore her arm out of the butler's grip and wheeled to 
face the man behind her.  He held a ten foot leash of heavy two inch chain, which he had 
connected to the steel loop in her collar. 

 "LET ME GO…" One of the other men grabbed her wrist, and before she could react he 
snapped a stout leather bracelet on her with another length of heavy chain.  

Amber Fox burst into action.  So this was a trap!  She didn't yet know who, or what was 
behind it.  But she knew that it was going to stop right here and now.  She lashed out with 
a stiletto heeled boot, catching one of the Death Brothers in the groin.  The blow should 
have felled him instantly, but although he staggered back a few steps he made no move to 
grab his balls or retire from the fight.  Amber stared wide eyed. That kick ought to have 
been powerful enough to fell an ox! 

The crowd moved back, clearing the center of the room for the combatants.  Amber Fox 
tried to lunge at one of her tormenters, but the chain about her neck yanked her up short 
and sent her crashing hard to the floor on her rump. She sprang instantly to her feet, but 
the butlere controlling her manacled wrist and the other yanking at her throat stayed on 
opposite sides of her, just out of reach of her flailing free fist and feet, circling her like 
horse trainers with a roped wild filly.  The other two Death Brothers stayed out of range 
of her lethal limbs, circling her patiently.  She saw with alarm that one of them held 
another chain and shackle at the ready. 

She shook her head in confusion. Something was terribly wrong.. She didn't have half her 
normal strength, or these guys would already be lying out cold on the floor. Suddenly, her 
eyes snapped open in dread. What if it was  that darned perfume!?  That weird, delicious 
perfume!  That had to be it. It had weakened her somehow. She ought to have been able 
to make short work of these four overdressed punks, but either they were very, very 
strong or she was not herself.  She tossed her head defiantly.  Drugs. A cheap trick. Well, 
they weren't going to take Amber Fox without a fight!  

But with all this ruminating she had momentarily dropped her guard. Something with the 
force of a hand grenade exploded in the small of her back. A crushing kidney punch.  
"Aaarggh! she cried, as fiery pain exploded up her spine. She wheeled to deliver a 
counter blow, but was hampered by the wrist chain.  A meaty uppercut slammed into her 
jaw and snapped her head back.  She saw red.  But not only the red of anger, 
unfortunately. A gush of her own blood splattered everywhere.  

"Glmph!"  she heaved, as another fist buried itself in her belly, doubling her, sending her 
back several paces, until the neck chain yanked tight and slammed her face first into the 
stone floor.  Galaxies whirled inside her head.  These guys were powerful.  They weren't 
normal humans,  that was for sure.  She managed to get to her hands and knees, her 
massive breasts dangling, her blue miniskirt hiked up over her creamy, nearly naked 
rump.  The pose of a bitch in heat, unwittingly inspiring her attackers.  

"BLHHHAAA!" she cried, as a booted toe connected with her chin kicking her whole 
body into the air, spinning her backward,  head over heels.  She slammed head first onto 
the stone floor and slumped moaning on her back, nearly unconscious. Miserably, she felt 
her free wrist seized in a hard grip, heard the sinister click of another gauntlet.  

"Give up, superslut,"  commanded a deep male voice.  

"NEVER!" she cried through bloody lips that were already starting to heal.  She only 
needed two minutes, just enough for the fiery pain in her back and head to ease a little.  
But they wouldn't give her two minutes; they wouldn't even give her two seconds.  
Roughly, they yanked her to her feet.  A scattered applause broke out among the crowd. 
She wouldn't have been able to stand without support.  Her knees were like jelly.  "S…so 
w…weak,"  she whimpered.  "The perfume…??"

"That's right, supercunt.  A little of my special "perfume" just to bring you down to 
mortal strength.  Unfair advantage, all that super power of yours.  My minions really 
don't like it one bit the way you taunt them with that porno star body of yours and then 
beat crap out of them.  They get a little frustrated. Well now, we've turned the tables. 
How do you like the feeling?  Weak as a kitten, totally at my mercy!  Oh, by the way, the 
drug will wear off eventually.  But by then, it won't matter."  

"But how did you…?"  she whimpered, dismayed that her attackers seemed to know who 
she was. She kept her eyes closed, stalling for time, struggling to heal herself as fast as 
possible and get her strength back. He was bluffing, of that she was sure. He couldn't 
know…

"Oh, I don't only have friends in high places, babe," explained the deep mocking voice.  
"I got friends in the gutter too."

She opened  the eye that wasn't swollen shut and peered through the dizzy red haze to try 
to see who was talking. Her bloody mouth gaped open at the nightmare vision before her.  
She screamed. 

"BWA HA HA HA HAHAAAA" the apparition laughed. It was a sound that seemed to 
erupt from the fiery pits of hell. 

The beast before her was more terrifying than her worst fear.  It stood nearly eight feet 
tall, massive, naked to the waist and it exuded coiled physical power. It was manlike in 
shape but the skin was scaly and bore the elaborate markings of a cobra.  Its head was 
massive, horselike-- no, more like a camel's head it was. A pair of thick sharp horns 
protruded from beneath its pointed ears. It was a truly sickening creature. An 
abomination. Amber had to will her knees not to tremble. 

But there was something even more disturbing about the beast. Ugly though it was,  yet 
Amber  found it strangely appealing in an evil way that made her nipples harden.  Its 
unnatural jet black eyes seemed to penetrate her like lasers. Its muscles rippled with 
obscene sexual power. But its long soft tongue, the sickly gray of a corpse, was the most 
unnerving thing of all. The sight of that lingual lash, lapping lasciviously over the beast's 
thick sensual lips, brought a filthy fantasy unbidden into Amber's suggestible young 
mind.  She clamped her eyes shut but the obscene image would not disappear. 

When she opened her eyes again, the monster was still staring at her. Its eyes were 
latched to her huge chest balloons like leechs.  It was obvious, from the unmistakable 
bulge in the crotch of its skin tight costume, that it was having the same vision she was.   
Its lips widened in a nasty grin, which was somehow even more disturbing than if it 
had…kissed her…. 
Kissed her?!! Where had that abominable thought come from? She really must be going 
mad. She shook her head, fighting to regain her self-control.   

"Bring the little breeder to the alter,"  the thing intoned. Its voice was so deep itsounded 
as if it came from inside an empty tomb.  "And make her ready."  It turned from her and 
faded into the darkness. 

"Ready?"  she protested.  "Ready for what?  You don't mean….you wouldn't…"

"Cram the innocent schoolgirl act, superho',"  sneered one of her handlers.  "You one 
prime piece o' meat, girl.  The Chief about to do you one BIG favor."

"No way," Amber Fox cried.  "I am a liberated woman.  Nobody does me any favors I 
don't want."

The whole chamber erupted in raucous laughter, and hooting catcalls came from the 
balcony.  Any pretense that these were classy people disappeared in that humiliating 
moment. They were all just a bunch of chauvinist lowlifes in fancy clothes. Amber's eyes 
blazed defiantly, but there was little she could do until she got her strength back.  
Hopefully, the evil perfume would wear off any second and then boy would she kick 
some butt.

With as much dignity as possible given that she had just been beaten shitless and was the 
only one in the room dressed like a slut, Amber Fox allowed herself to be led toward an 
imposing dais at the far end of the hall. She didn't know how she was going to get out of 
this, but she knew she wasn't going to submit willingly.  And when she was free she 
would go right up to nasty old Camelface and make him grovel.  And he better pay her 
fee, too! She wouldn't let herself get screwed that way! 

Not ANY way, she reminded herself hastily. The three musclebound  brutes yanked on 
her chains, forcing her forward. It began to dawn on her that these psychos weren't 
kidding.  They really meant to…to…..

She threw herself against the chains, writhing and flailing violently, planting her booted 
feet and resisting with every step.  She was starting to get her strength back! But the 
polished stone floor was too slippery for her high heeled boots to get any traction, and the 
bastards stayed just out of reach of her desperate kicks and lunges. 

"Let me go!" she protested.  "No!  I don't want to!" 

The dais was an ornate stone stage under a huge glass dome roof.  The masked crowd 
followed at a safe distance as her four handlers, three tending the  chains and one shoving 
her sweet round bottom with both hands, maneuvered the shackled superheroine to the 
steps. She tried to plant her feet against the lower step. But the brute behind her seized 
her by the ribcage and hoisted her aloft as if she weighed no more than a carcass of lamb.  
His big powerful paws crushed the wind from her lungs and also yanked the straps of her 
costume aside, exposing her stupendous breasts. Her nipples bloomed dark purple, 
hardened in erotic response to the desperate battle.  Freed from their flimsy harness, the  
mountainous melons slapped around violently as she writhed.  The creep behind her 
grabbed two fistfuls of the tantalizing mamm meat and ground his groin into Amber's 
buttocks.  She groaned as he crushed her tits in a powerful grip. She felt his hard cock 
through his trousers, probing into her tight gluteus crack. 

"NOOOO!"  she screamed. "Get your filthy hands off me!"

It was a futile protest, just about as meaningfull as complaining about the weather. He 
hoisted her onto the stage by her tits, apparently impervious to the frantic blows of her 
slashing stiletto heels. The dais was empty but for a lone device centered under the glass 
dome.  Amber Fox had never seen anything quite like it, but fans of gymnastics would 
recognize it instantly.  It was a padded, black leather upholstered "horse,"  about three 
feet high and four feet in length, firmly bolted to the floor, from which dangled several 
thick leather straps. The masked thugs dragged her toward it.  

She closed her eyes and prayed to the Goddess for strength. It was now or never.  She 
yanked with both arms, catching the two henchmen holding her arm chains off balance.  
They stumbled into one another and became momentarily entangled.  She didn't hesitate.  
With all her strength, she delivered a powerful chop the back of the neck of one, dropping 
him to his knees.  With her left boot she released a powerful kick that caught the other in 
the jaw and drove him back several paces.  She seized his chain with both hands and 
yanked it from his grip. In a single motion, she whipped the links around and smashed 
them into the cheek of the one at her knees, cracking his death mask in half and blasting a 
gush of blood and teeth from his mouth.  The one who had lost his grip charged her again 
with astonishing speed for one so big.  She kicked at him again, but this time she was off 
target and her blow glanced off his shoulder. He grabbed her by the ankle and shoved her 
leg up over her head, forcing her into a wide split, balanced on one foot.  It was an 
awkward position, and she hesitated.  A split second to long.  There was a mechanical 
whirring above her head, and suddenly her neck collar tightened and she found herself 
dangling by the neck a foot off the floor. 

"GHAKKK1"  she choked, as the collar closed off her windpipe.  Frantically, she clawed 
at the thick leather.  She would have torn it off if only she had a few seconds.  But her 
abusers didn't waste time.  They got hold of her wrist chains again and yanked her arms 
downward. Her face rapidly turned dark  purple as they added their weight to hers, all 
three hanging by the collar around her slender throat. Her mouth opened and closed 
silently like a beached fish, her tongue protruded, and her eyes began to bulge 
gruesomely.

"Mustn't…give in…" she thought, valiantly.  "Got to hang on…."

A red rimmed ring of darkness began to close around her. Her field of vision shrank until 
it was a tiny point of light.  There was a fearsome pounding  inside her brain as if 
someone were dropping boulders on her eardrum, and then a terrific roar as if someone 
had axed open her skull and her brains were gushing out.  She was sure she was dying. 

At last the terrible pressure on her throat eased. She heard a wheezing, bellows- like rasp 
which she dimly realized was the sound of her own tormented struggle to breath.  The 
pounding inside her skull was none other than her beating heart, and the gushing roar was 
her blood rushing back in to revive the oxygen- starved organ inside her skull. 

"Ohhhhhh" she moaned.  As lifeblood flooded back to her brain, she struggled to come 
to.  Her eyes fluttered and she cracked them open tentatively, as if testing to see if they 
still worked.  Everything was dark as a raven's underwing. She tried to remember what 
was happening to her, where she was,  but her brain was all fuzzy with little popping stars 
everywhere and didn't seem to be working very well.  Little by little it came back to her.  
She was having a bad dream, that was it. A nightmare that she would wake from any 
second.  She wasn't really in chains.  The collar about her throat, suspended from 
somewhere in the starlight above, her arms lashed to a hard leather upholstered frame, 
none of it was real. None of this was real. None of this was…. She hung there lifelessly, 
trying to will the real world to come back.

Then something beautiful came to her senses. Her nostrils filled with an indescribable 
rich aroma, overwhelming her fear. Familiar, yet alien. The scent transported her to a 
moss covered glen beside a gurgling stream in a warm tropical jungle. She closed her 
eyes and breathed deep, savoring the perfume. Then she gave a little start. Something soft 
yet hard brushed her lips.  She couldn't see it, only she knew instantly what it was. A 
snake!  She always been fascinated by snakes!

 The serpent's head both hard and soft brushed her lips, running its forked tongue back 
and forth over her teeth.  Moist droplets oozed from its mouth, salty yet somehow 
delectible, so tantalizing that she couldn't help but part her lips and run her tongue over 
its cool scaly flesh, relishing the rich musk.  She quickly discovered that if she lipped the 
tip, she could get a few more drops of the delicious nectar.  She swallowed and sucked 
for more.  She opened her mouth, hoping to tempt the serpent further inside, where she 
could run her tongue over it and coax out more of the wonderful juice.   Obligingly the 
serpent burrowed in, stretching her jaw wide, then slowly withdrew, sliding its length 
against the wet soft cushions of her lips. 

"Lookit the superslut cocksucking bitch," someone chortled.  "She loves it!"

The words drove a sickening spike of disgust into her guts. And shame! Her obscene 
fantasy evaporated as Amber Fox realized exactly what it was was she was sucking on.

"GLMPH!"  Her eyes snapped open, staring close- up at a scaly, heavy muscled belly 
under which sprouted a thick and powerful cock that was reaming her mouth. In disgust, 
she tried to pull away. But her head was viced in a two handed grip by her assailant. The 
giant demon slowly rocked its hips, sliding its meat in and out of her face.  
"GLARGHHH!" protested the unlucky superheroine.  All she was trying to do tonight 
was make the rent, and look what she had got into.  It wasn't FAIR!

The massive cock shoved toward the back of her mouth.  The worst was that she still had 
an overwhelming urge to suck on it. That was the part that was simply unacceptable.  For 
a superheroine, sucking monster meat was absolutely out of the question.  Okay, the thing 
had forced itself into her mouth when she was half unconscious.  That was a valid excuse.  
But why couldn't she make herself stop stroking it now with her velvet lips and tongue? 
Why, when any self respecting superfox would have already bit the vile thing off? 

The heavy member rocked in and out of her mouth faster now. Steely hands forced her 
chin up at a steeper angle, allowing the thick prick to penetrate her throat.  "GHAKKK!" 
she gagged.  Her stomach muscles clenched as the monster's hips thrust harder.  What 
was it about this terrible, wonderful smell… the sickly sweet concentrated musk  of it.. 
almost like a perfume….

Perfume!  Her heart sank and tears streamed from her clenched shut eyes. Perfume! That 
was it! The same stuff as the scent from the onyx bottle! She sobbed in despair as the evil 
truth struck home. That so-called perfume she had sprayed all over-- on her thighs and 
breasts and face-- it was actually monster cum!  Monster cum that had robbed her of her 
super powers! Monster cum that had defeated her! Monster cum that she craved right 
now more than life itself! 

At the instant of  horrible understanding the thick slick meat pole drove one last time past 
her tonsils and throbbed violently. Amber Fox tried to wrench her head away but it was 
simply impossible.  A first thick gush of semen pumped down her throat, then another.  
And another. Again and again the monster's balls contracted and sent another shot of  
poison creme into Amber Fox's open, defenseless gullet.  She gagged and choked but the 
giant cock plugged her mouth and she had no choice but to swallow. The beast  pumped 
six, eight, ten times and she took it all. Every drop. Until at last the inhuman rapist slid its 
cock from her mouth with a soft pop, continuing to spurt hot little streams into her eyes, 
nose and hair.  

"Chak, chak, chak!"  she wheezed.  Monster cum hung in globular strings from her slack 
bloody lips, dripping onto the shelf of her heaving mamms.  The squamulus still stiff 
cock slapped lightly against her cheeks, back and forth, swirling, rubbing the poisonous 
cum into her soft skin, mixing it with the tears rivering from her very beautiful, very 
defeated eyes.   

"Free her!"  the monster commanded, backing away.  Amber Fox looked up with dull 
hope.  It was over!  It had been horrible, but all the beast had wanted was a blow job.  
Something to brag about to his homeboys down in Hell. Jive about the time he "did" the 
little superfox cocksucker. She could imagine exactly what they would be saying. This 
was bad, a humiliating defeat, but she could live with it. Sticks and stones. 

She started muttering to herself. Looking at the good side.  They had no idea who she 
actually was. Couldn't. No way. They were bluffing. Of course! That's why they'd put her 
into this stupid Ms. America outfit. They just wanted a model to act out their perverse 
fantasy on!  As far as they knew, she was just some escort they had hired for their nasty 
little entertainment. They were only pretending that she was a superfox. 

The main thing was, he was letting her go!      

The terrible pain eased in her shoulders as she was unbound. Her arms began to burn as 
circulation returned. She slumped off the horse down to her knees, woozy, and tried to 
rub circulation back into her limbs, squeezing her naked breasts together, unconsciously 
accenting their astonishing cleavage, lifting them with her forearms until they formed a 
rounded shelf of perfect milky spheres.

She pushed herself to her feet, but she was still weak.  Her flesh had almost healed from 
the beating they had given her, yet she had no energy.  Something wasn't right.  A belly 
full of monster cum. She peered at the dark sinister masked figures that formed a solid 
wall around her. Around her and the cold leather horse.  There was not a shred of 
humanity in those burning, leering eyes.  Only evil, and pure subhuman lust. The room 
swirled around her and her stomach lurched.  She almost fainted, but at the last second 
managed to grab the leather horse and hold herself steady until the nausea passed. 

"I…I'm going to leave now,"  she announced.  

"Sure, sure" said the deep resonant voice of the demon.. "Show the young 'lady' to the 
front door, Jeeves. Call her a cab, and of course remit her fee in full."

Death's butler loomed up at her side and offered her his arm, which she clung to almost 
gratefully.  The crowd parted and made a path as she descended the steps.

"Oh by the way, Ms. Amber Fox."

Her eyes snapped open wide and she whirled back to face him.  He did know her name!

"I…I am NOT...A-Ah-Amber…."

"BWA HA HA HA ha ha ha!"  snorted the grotesque creature.  "And I'm not in fact 
Mordik, Overlord of the Dark Dimension.  "BWA HA HA HA HA HA! Stupid little 
genetic tweak, you thought you could fool Mordik?"

Amber stuttered in confusion.  Mordik?  But how could it be?  Her older sister, Athena 
Fox, had killed the overlord of Death over ten years ago, and not a thing had been heard 
from him since.  "No!" she protested weakly.  "Y-you c-can't be…"

"Oh no, of course you're right," taunted the demon.  "I can't be Mordik.  I'm dead. That 
fat titted supercunt freak sister of yours really trimmed my wick didn't she?  It was all 
over the 'Net.  So of course, since it was all over the 'Net, it has to be true.  Right?"

"But she told me so herself…"

"Well isn't that a surprise.  She told you herself that she busted my ass.  Well what do you 
think she was going to tell you?  That I outsmarted her, that I beat her in a fair fight (well, 
at least she fought fair!) that I fucked her until she bleated like an estral sheep, that I 
planted the seed of humanity's doom inside her womb, that I made her beg me to take her 
up the ass…" Amberscotch shut her eyes and clamped both hands around her ears, trying 
to shut out the terrible picture Mordik was painting, but it did no good.  She could still 
hear him…." that I DID take her in her shit shoot, that she begged me for more and more 
and more and so I  sprouted my secondary phallus and double pen'ed her while she 
kneeled beneath me like a wolf bitch in heat?   You think she was going to tell you all 
that?  Well, duh."

"You're lying," insisted Amberscotch Fox, bravely.  "She defeated you, and she had the 
picture to prove it…"

"Pah.  That picture.  Haven't you ever heard of photo manipulation, you empty skulled 
little bimbo?  That picture was a fraud. "

Amber stood in the classic superheroine pose, gaining confidence as long as this was a 
verbal fight.  "It was NOT a fraud.  If she didn't defeat you, then how come you haven't 
been heard of for ten years?  If you.. you…. knocked her up, then how come…."

"How come nobody ever heard about it?"

"Right."

"Well, remember that vacation the Righteous League gave her as a reward for 'defeating' 
me?"

"I don't know… I wasn't old enough to remember…"

"Well, you'll just have to trust me on that point.  Haw haw. Until you can check it on the 
'Net. About the NINE MONTHS she spent 'relaxing' on a luxurious but isolated tropical 
island, her well earned R&R after defeating the Evil Mordik?   Haw haw."

"It's a lie!"  Amber Fox insisted.  She said it, but couldn't hide the tingle of doubt that his 
words had kindled.  

"You wish.  Maybe you'd like some firmer evidence. Maybe my word isn't enough for 
you."

"I just want to go."

"Oh, you'll be free to go in a little bit.  But first I want to show you something. In fact, I 
insist."

"No, thanks.  I…."

"LUCEFERA!   HELLA!  Come say hi to your dear beloved sister!"

"What th…." gasped Amber.

Out of the darkness of the corridor two pairs of blazing red eyes ghosted into the 
chamber.  Eyes mounted in two of the most astonishing female bodies our plucky young 
heroine had ever seen. Amberscotch's lower lip hung open in shock. When, oh when was 
she going to wake up from this dream?