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FOX HUNT - Chapter 5: The Scarlet Woman
By Frenemy
Cold aching muscles groaned as they slowly returned to life, while a slender
hand reached up to rub the sleep out of beautiful green eyes. Shivering, the
young woman pushed herself up from the chilly steel floor and rubbed her arms
to encourage circulation. Her eyes closed, Butterscotch Fox breathed deeply and
steadily as she collected her thoughts, steeling herself for yet another day in
the hospitality of Dr. Vanessa Payne. Her train of thought was quickly derailed
however by a gentle rapping on the crystal globe of her prison, and the young
heroine's eyes darted over to behold- almost on cue- the good doctor herself.
Vanessa stood nonchalantly outside of the sphere with one latex-clad hand in
the jacket pocket of her black pantsuit, her eyes gazing possessively up at
Butter with a coy smile turning up the corners of her ruby lips. Snapping to
attention, Butter sprang up and stood perfectly still, allowing her captor to
gaze at her gorgeous body in all her nakedness. Her eyes never leaving her
prisoner, Vanessa removed a touchscreen device from her pocket, and with a few
taps, a seam appeared in the Diamentium globe and slid down into the floor.
"Wake up, sleepyhead" cooed the villainous Brit, "It's such a
lovely day this morning; I thought I'd take my pet for a walk - what do you
say? Sound good?"
The question of course was rhetorical - Butter had no choice in the matter. Her
free will had been surrendered in exchange for the safety of her only sister,
Regan.
The two of them had only their father
growing up and with his position occupying most of his time, it fell to Butter
to look out for her younger sibling. Now as an adult, Butter’s duty was
all-consuming. She was always promising herself that she would make time for
Regan some other day…and now it seemed that time may have run out for the both
of them. Her little sister had always been the smart one in the family, taking
after their father while Butter pursued her calling as a superheroine. Now in
her darkest hour, Butter's two devotions had come together; to protect the
innocent.
"Yes ma'am” Butter replied, obediently.
Beckoned by her captor, Butter stepped out of her sphere and stood attentively
at Vanessa's side. Pleased at her prisoner's acquiescence, the good Doctor
reached down and weaved her rubbery digits through the heroine's fingers.
Clasped tightly, their fingers interlocked not like lovers, but rather like
links in a chain. "This way" she said smiling, "step lively
now." Her heels clicking like a metronome on the steel floor, Vanessa
strode confidently through the shadows before a sliding door opened
automatically, leading the two into an illuminated hallway. Devoid of daylight,
Butter had lost track of how long she had been imprisoned in that room and had
whiled away countless hours dreaming of escape. But now, in the custody of the
insidious Vanessa Payne, Butter found herself longing for the security of its
confinement.
The winding hallways of the facility seemed to go on forever, its cold steel
façade maddeningly claustrophobic to the young heroine as Vanessa happily
marshalled her down this corridor and that with a spring in her step. Finally,
the pair came to a stop in front of a massive steel bulkhead and Vanessa tapped
a keypad several times. With a loud rumble the bulkhead rolled slowly down into
the floor as a piercing light blinded Butter, forcing her to shield her face
with her hands. Slowly, painfully, her eyes struggled to adjust to the
illumination, and when she at last regained her sight, what she beheld stole
her breath away. Walking through the giant archway, Butter stepped onto a large
balcony overlooking the lush green foliage of a tropical island hundreds of
feet below their mountain lookout. After weeks of confinement, Butter could not
help but find the great wide open space intimidating.
"This view is quite smashing in the morning" smiled Vanessa as she
deeply inhaled the fresh mountain air, her back arching in a stretch like some
malevolent black cat, "Wouldn't you say?" The ingenious Brit clasped
her hands behind her as she turned her back on her young captive and stepped
towards the edge, her eyes scanning the horizon, appreciating the landscape in
the early morning sun. For a moment, Butter stood in awe and confusion, looking
around for the catch-22, trying to understand why Vanessa had brought her here.
Then, she noticed the distance between them, and the Doctor's utter dismissal
of her. Vanessa was at least fifteen feet away, and completely distracted. At
first she would not let herself entertain the thought. But the more she
considered, the greater the urge became. 'She's
not even paying attention' she thought. With the horizon laid out
before her, escape was now a simple matter- 'I could
just fly away' she told herself. 'Fly away into the clear blue sky and she could never stop me...'
The temptation lasted only a moment, but to the downtrodden heroine, it seemed
an eternity. She wouldn't dare. Who knew what Vanessa had planned for Regan if
she left her behind? Now Vanessa's logic became terribly clear; this simple act
was a demonstration of her power. Without a word, Vanessa had forced Butter to
defeat her own "fight-or-flight" instincts - dangling her freedom in
front of her just to rub her nose in it. Her teeth gritted, Butter summoned
every ounce of strength to deny her own self-preservation, and with great
bitterness, began to gently weep.
The sound piqued Vanessa's mouth up into a smirk as she gazed over the
landscape. Casually, she turned to see Butter standing rigidly still, her face
turning red. "Tut tut" the Doctor spitefully cooed as she approached
the heroine, "Poor little bird." Raising a gloved hand to her
captive's face, she wiped a tear away with a single digit. "Are you ready
to go back inside?" With murder in her eyes, Butter silently nodded.
"Right. Sorted" grinned Vanessa as she brought her finger to her
mouth, tasting the sugary sweetness of Butter's tears as her eyes dared the
heroine to do something.
Returning to the shadowy corridors within the mountainside, Vanessa led Butter
down the twists and turns of her stronghold before arriving at a set of sliding
double doors. Tapping a keypad on the wall, Vanessa leaned over and spoke her
name Vanessa Payne
into the console, eliciting a soft chime before the doors slid open. The room
beyond was pitch black save for a spotlight revealing a heavy steel pedestal in
the centre of the room. Reluctantly, Butter allowed her owner to tug her into
the room and the doors snapped shut behind her.
"Do you know what this room is, Butter?" the Doctor inquired. Not
knowing, the heroine shook her head. "This is where the great Butterscotch
Fox will finally be laid to rest" beamed the sadistic Englishwoman.
Vanessa's rubbery hand slid into her jacket pocket, and produced a touchscreen
device. Tapping it once, powerful overhead lights switched on with a loud *clack* to reveal a large plexiglas
cylinder ten feet in front of the two women.
The cylinder, protruding out of the grated steel floor with screens and
machinery at its base, stood ten feet tall and was filled with a viscous green
fluid. There suspended in that fluid, floated a thing that could only be
loosely described as human. It possessed all the characteristics- two arms, two
legs, ten fingers and toes- but consisted only of bones, nerves, and thin,
undeveloped muscles. So unfinished was the half-person that it had yet to grow
eyelids, it's blank green eyes staring lifelessly down at Butter, it's teeth
bared in lipless smile.
"No!" cried the heroine, her eyes welling up with tears at the
Doctor's grotesque work, her trembling hands covering her gaping mouth
"No, it can't be!"
"Oh but it is!" Vanessa gleefully shot back. "It's you my dear Butterscotch Fox! The
very first of our production model Butterclones!"
"No!" Shrieked the distraught Fox as she buried her face in her
hands, so disturbed was she at the sight of this abomination. "No no
no!"
"Now Butter..." chided the brilliant villainess, "you're not allowed to look away- open your
eyes."
Beside herself with horror, the heroine simply shook her head as she sobbed
into her hands.
"I said look!" growled Vanessa, "look!"
Incensed at her captive's disobedience, the evil Brit grabbed Butter's wrists,
and angrily forced the heroine's hands away from her face. So drained was the
young blonde- both mentally and physically, that despite her tremendous strength,
she could not resist as Vanessa wrestled her hands to her chest, pining them in
place while one hand grabbed Butter under the chin.
"Open your eyes!" the Doctor barked, pointing the heroine's face at
the cloning tank, "Open your eyes, you fucking slag- or your sister dies!"
Near hysterics, Butter's eyes snapped wide open at the threat, and beheld the
unholy creation that would spell doom for all superheroines. "No..."
she whispered with shuddering breath, tears rolling down her wet cheeks.
Beaming at her prisoner's despair, Vanessa's red lips parted to bear her pearly
white teeth in a cruel smile. "Yes..." she said, breathlessly, "yes!" Releasing her grip on
her blonde plaything, Vanessa strode up to the cloning tank, running her gloved
hand along the smooth glass as she admired her work. "With your genes and
my expertise, I'll soon make all the soldiers I need to overpower the
Institute! Each one bred for war with no regard for self-preservation. Imagine
- an endless supply of living weapons ready to slam into those super-sluts at
mach-3...they'll hardly know what hit them before they burst like water
balloons!"
Shocked at the morbid details of Vanessa's design, Butter stammered for words,
overwhelmed by the implications of things to come. "Y...you CAN'T!"
she blurted, "It's
INHUMAN!"
Turning on her heel, Vanessa crossed her arms as she looked back to the
heroine. "Look who's talking, Monsduggian
cunt!"
Butter winced at the slight against her people. She, like many heroines of the
Institute belonged to a proud race of warrior women granted strength and
abilities by their beloved goddess Deina.
Butterscotch Fox had always taken great pride in her heritage, but now their
power was to be turned back upon itself, as Vanessa's army of soulless dolls prepares
to exterminate the champions of truth and justice.
"Oh but it gets better..."
tittered the evil scientist, "Once your 'sisters' are finished winning the
war, they'll help us win the peace..."
The revelations up to this point had been terrible enough for one day, but
despite the sickening fear growing inside her, Butter could not bear to remain
in the dark. "W-what do you mean?" she squeaked.
Vanessa gazed deeply into Butter, staring daggers into the heroine's green
eyes, her very look an act of assault. "There are a lot of important
people who are going to be positively raving
once I break up their boys club. Once I'm in control of the Institute, I'm
going to need a lot of support to stay
in control- and you my dear will
be my peace offering. Supporters of my regime will enjoy far more privileges
than ever before. When the dust settles and the fighting is over my clone army
will be discontinued, and the Institute will go straight into production
rewarding our benefactors with their own personal Butterslave! With a product so desirable, demand will
grow to a fever pitch until every person of merit will have one! What man or
woman could resist? CEOs, Generals, Presidents, Kings, every powerful human
being in the world will have their very own Butterscotch Fox so they can kiss
you, fuck you, or push you
down the fucking stairs if that's how they get their jollies! And
one day, when I am firmly entrenched in my position and the powerbrokers have
all been lulled into a false sense of security, I will give the order to have
those obedient clones kill their owners. To break their neck, punch a hole in
their chest, or outright explode - instantly decapitating every power structure
on earth! With the world in chaos, the Institute - my Institute - will step in to fill the power vacuum.
Stunned at the scope of Vanessa's grand design, Butter stood mouth agape- there
were no words to describe the inconceivable evil to be unleashed upon the
world. Vanessa had made clear her grudge against Butter herself, but she could
not fathom that the brilliant Englishwoman could be so sadistic as to settle
that score with the entire world. The doctor had already promised to sully her
good name with the public, but now her legacy was to be despoiled even further
as decadent perverts defiled her image with the daily ritual of cumming on her
face.
"Don't look so surprised,
Butter..." gloated Vanessa, "It's only prudent to exploit such a
valuable resource. No one on earth can resist the charms of Butterscotch
Fox." Vanessa's heels clicked on the steel floor as she began slinking
toward Butter, her hips swaying fluidly. "No one -- man or woman -- can resist you. It's in
your nature...the most desirable piece of ass in the universe..." Reaching
out her latex-clad hand, Vanessa traced the curves of Butter's face, her thumb
caressing the outline of her pouty lips. "...the perfect woman."
Vanessa cracked a slight grin as the tension in Butter's body began to melt.
"And you can't help it either, can you?" she chuckled in her posh
accent, "You're made
for sex, it's what you're built for. Isn't it?"
Her mouth trembling, Butter could manage no denial.
"You need it. Like you
need food and water - and you've been without for a while haven't you? You're starving" Vanessa's breathy
voice said, inching closer to her captive with every word. "It's why
you've managed to survive for so long, savvy? Despite capture, despite being at
your enemies' mercy, they defer killing you because they can't bear the thought of losing out on
the greatest fuck they'll ever have. That's why you always win in the
end..."
The two women now stood so closely their bodies nearly pressed against one
another. "Do you know why I'm the one to finally stand in triumph over
you?" Vanessa whispered breathily, the tip of her nose playfully caressing
the tip of Butter's, their faces so near that their gaping mouths breathed the
same hot breath. "I don't
want you, Butter."
Slowing pulling away, Vanessa's gleaming eyes locked with her prisoner's, her
thin, ruby lips parted in a supremely satisfied grin. "I don't want
you" she repeated.
Butter's face soured under Vanessa's gleeful scowl, her green eyes welling up
with exasperation and shame. The brilliant villainess had toyed with her most
expertly, both frustrating her sexually, and demonstrating the heroine's
terrible weakness- so desperate was she for love that she would readily lie
with the woman who had tormented and victimized her. For years Butter had
endured the persecution of critics and enemies who vilified her as a whore. Now
bile rose in her throat as her conviction began to falter, and her denials rang
increasingly hollow- for if she had had balls, they would be turning positively
blue.
Near wit's end, Butter could no longer contain her bitterness and grief, and
spat her disdain at Vanessa like so much venom. "Y-you'll burn in hell for this! Monsduggians
will not simply lie down and be conquered! You'll never bend our will to yours!"
This outburst amused Vanessa to no end, and she lifted a rubbery hand to her
mouth, stifling a girlish giggle. "You think so?" the evil Brit tittered,
"Well let's ask your friends what they
think- see how they've
managed..."
On cue, powerful overhead lights activated, illuminating the dark corners of
the room, revealing all three of Butter's teammates alongside their evil
counterparts. Butter gasped in shock to see the state of her friends, so great
was her disbelief that she stood silently for many moments as she took in the
sight of the miserable tableau.
American Fox, always the patriotic champion of the team, sat submissively next
to the diminutive Lolita, Ebon Fox. The heroic Fox sat naked, her legs curled
lazily beneath her, her head reclining to lie pitifully in Ebon's lap. Her
tousled raven curls were pinned up into a bun atop her hear in a chignon
hairstyle, and her expression was tinted chalk white with makeup messily
adorning her face, rosy blush and red lipstick smeared across her cheeks and
mouth to complete the perverse caricature of a china doll. Her eyelids drooped
sleepily as she stared blankly ahead, a leather neck corset constrained her
throat with a tiny heart-shaped padlock affixing a thin steel chain the end of
which was tightly clutched by the diminutive hand of her mistress. Ebon Fox sat
upon the plush cushion of an antique stool, perched attentively with back
straight and hands on knees, the gleam of her deep green eyes betraying her eagerness
for this morning's agenda.
"American Fox!" cried Butter, alarmed by the vacancy of her soulless
gaze, "What's wrong with her?"
"I was a bit miffed with her" chimed the evil psychic as her pale
hand smoothed over her black bob of hair, "she was very prickly, so I
hollowed her out. I haven't decided what to fill her with yet, but until then..." The
villainess smirked as she tugged at American Fox's leash, firmly guiding the
semi-conscious heroine's face to her own before planting a soft wet kiss on those
painted lips, "...she's very
good at taking direction!"
The former Violet Fox stood adorned in a form-fitting latex bodysuit with a
plunging neckline accentuating her generous bust. A studded leather mini-jacket
ornamented her arms and ended high on her back. Her taut, silky legs were
enwrapped by fishnet stockings and ended in black stilettoed ankle boots. Her
strong slender fingers poked through the holes of leather finger gloves and
were decorated with metallic purple nail polish. Her brunette hair was spiked
up and forward in a punkish fauxhawk. Her face was twisted into a cruel sneer
and decorated with violet lipstick and glittery eyeliner while a spiked leather
collar encircled her elegant neck. Behind her, the villainous Pearl Fox pressed
herself into her new companion and wrapped her silken arms around her, her chin
resting on her lover's shoulder as she beamed.
"Violet!" blurted Butter, "What have they done to you?!"
With a spiteful harrumph, the
good doctor's convert glared down on her former teammate. "They've set me free Butter! This is who I am- not who the Institute told me to be! Your delusions seem
so pathetic now it's laughable!
But I've seen the light, Butter- and thanks to Vanessa, I'll live my life on my own terms from now on- I'm going
to stop repressing all my anger and finally put it where it belongs - as Violent Fox!
Silver Fox stood rigidly at attention, her snow white locks tumbling down her
shoulders, her face denoting only the merest shadow of emotion with the slight
furrowing of her brow. Her blue eyes now tinted lavender, her vacant
thousand-yard stare gazed beyond Butterscotch Fox at nothing in particular. The
sleek, crystal shell which enveloped her statuesque body reflected the harsh
light in glittering pink. Her full, pouted lips quivered as she struggled to
eke the smallest whisper. "B-butter...no...g-get out...they...they're
going to..." Before she could finish, Silver's eyes widened and a pained
expression spread across her face. "She...she's eating...me...!"
A soft chuckle escaped the lips of Jade Fox
as she stepped in beside her new lover and looped her arm around the brilliant
crystal arm of her counterpart. "It won't be long now, Butter!" the
Asian villainess grinned as she slid a finger down the exposed skin of Silver's
clavicle, "There's barely anything left of your great hero, and within the hour
she'll be in her death throws as Plasma devours the last of her
consciousness!"
Distraught and horrified by the ultimate fate of her friends, Butter's anguish
raged within her until her emotion came spewing out her mouth. Swirling back
around to Vanessa, the heroine looked accusingly into the Englishwoman's
pitiless eyes. "You monster!"
she cried, "How
could you?!"
"Because it had to be done" came Vanessa's retort like the crack of a
whip. "With all the injustice in the world, you and your kind have the
power to root out the causes of so much injustice- but you don't. Instead, you
let the rich and powerful mollify you with creature comforts while you lie on
your backs with your twats in the air! You self-absorbed little trollops are revered
as idols...heroes! Teenagers
stick their fingers down their throats wishing they could look like you! Well no more, Butter! No more fame, no
more decadence, no more colluding with a broken system! It's time to finally
set the world straight! Everyone will learn what kind of worthless sluts you
are...starting with you!
With a grin and a turn of her head, Vanessa nodded in the direction of her
partners in crime, and Silver Fox intuitively advanced on Butter. Her
crystalline heels clinking against the steel floor, Silver's autonomic strides
brought her within arm's reach before the young blonde could react. Grabbing
Butter by either arm, Silver hurled her teammate towards the steel pedestal in
the centre of the room, the small of her back colliding with the cold metallic
slab with enough force to break a normal woman in half. Pain shooting through
her spine, Butter's legs wobbled beneath her, her hands gripping the edge of
the pedestal for dear life.
The sharp features of her face betraying her supreme satisfaction, Vanessa
Payne crossed her arms as she looked triumphantly down on the staggered
heroine. "The time has come for your ignominious end, my dear Butterscotch
Fox -- but before you go, you will come to realize the depths of your
depravity! We'll shatter what's left of your pride and found our new age in the
ruins of your name!" As Vanessa placed a hand on the jeweled shoulder of
her living automaton, the doctor's creation began to stir, and from the loins
of Silver Fox formed a long smooth shaft, hardening into a glittering pink
crystal cock.
Shocked and appalled at the bewildering sight, Butter shook her head in
disbelief as her lips mouthed silent objections. In a flash Silver was upon
her, her powerful arm rearing back before delivering a thunderous backhand to
the golden-haired Fox. Silver had been the most powerful Fox in the history of
the Institute even before Vanessa's tinkering, but with Plasma augmenting her
physiology, her strength was now unparalleled. This fact was not lost on
Butter, for she who had fought with mutants and monsters and hulking alien
warlords, could not recall ever being hit so hard as when that glittering pink
hand came crashing down on her face - it was like being slapped with a diamond.
The blow sent Butter's entire world spinning as she very nearly blacked out.
Her legs giving way beneath her, she sank down to her knees before her
assailant, trying desperately to keep her lolling head off the floor. Sharp
pain stabbed at her scalp as Silver grabbed a handful of golden hair and yanked
Butter up to a kneeling position. Still reeling and dizzy from the blow,
Butter's arms hung lifelessly at her sides as her eyes struggled to focus until
finally she beheld the crystal phallus fully erect and pointed menacingly
towards her.
"No!" started the young blonde "No Don-"
Without warning, Silver sharply tugged the heroine's hair and silenced her as
she drove her member into Butter's unwilling mouth. The smooth hard shaft
glided past Butter's lips and across her tongue, the electric tingle filling
her mouth as the bulbous head forced itself to the back of her throat.
Deepthroating all ten inches of Silver's new organ, Butter gagged as her former
teammate gripped her hair with both hands to rock the heroine's head back and
forth as she pumped the warm wet hole on Butter's face.
Silver Fox - the last of her consciousness ebbing away - could barely perceive
what she was doing, but what little she did tormented her fractured mind. She
was certain that there was something terrible about what she was doing, but she
could not understand what it was. The sensation she was experiencing could only
be described as pleasure, but something kept insisting that it was wrong
somehow. What was it that she objected to? This action certainly filled Plasma’s
body with great satisfaction. It was
Plasma’s body, wasn't it? It had always
been. She had thoroughly enjoyed this vessel but her time was up. She pleaded
very intently to stay, but Plasma was insistent. Oh well...perhaps she should
stop putting up such a fight and just let go...
Gag reflex in full effect, Butter's eyes started to water and her mascara began
to run down her face, long black streaks painting her cheeks as drool dribbled
from the corner of her mouth. Stunned by the sheer force of Silver's
unrelenting thrusts, Butter's hands reached up and grabbed onto Silver's ass for
dear life, her dirty cracked nails digging into her maligned friend's toned
buttocks without the slightest notice. Just then, through the furious
molestation Butter noticed something stir in the loins of her assailant. A
slight quivering of the glittering penis grew into a tremble, and then into a
quake, and suddenly Silver arched her back and thrust her breasts outward as
her head craned towards the sky and her eyes rolled upwards. A low moan escaped
Silver's full pink lips as she audaciously ejaculated into Butter's mouth.
Appalled as Butter was by this repulsive act, she was quickly overcome as the
bulging head of Silver's cock spewed forth her body's essence relentlessly,
causing the blonde heroine to choke, gag, and ultimately swallow.
Exhaling with an audible gasp,
Silver pulled herself out of Butter's mouth as she yanked back on the heroine's
golden hair, the back of her head slamming viciously into the steel pedestal.
Coughing, retching, Butter slumped against the cold hard metal and held her
head in her hands as she struggled to collect her thoughts. Her respite however
would prove short-lived as Silver Fox, flushed and panting grabbed the young
blonde by the throat, jerking her to her feet, and slamming her back onto the
flat surface of the pedestal.
Dazed and confused, Butter could offer no opposition as Vanessa's clockwork Fox
readied her phallus at the mouth of the heroine's womanhood, the swollen member
sliding into her lower lips. Feeble attempts at protest were quickly supressed
as Silver Fox ended Butter's pleas with a quick firm push. Jeweled hands
clamped down on Butter's wrists and pinned them to the slab, her back arching
involuntarily as the diamond-hard cock plunged inside of her. Waves of pleasure
overtook Butter's body as the piston-like thrusts hastened, her outrage
forgotten as ecstasy overtook her. Her heart racing and her mouth watering,
Butter squirmed in Silver's iron grip, so desperate was she to squeeze her
breasts and twist her hardening nipples that she whimpered at the denial. There
was no intimacy in this deed, no communion. Silver - or rather, Plasma - bore
no love for Butterscotch Fox. This act was an abomination - greedy and
malicious. To her shame however, this weighed little on Butterscotch Fox.
Despite the evil of this violation - in the here and now, her virtue and her
ideals accounted for nothing. All that mattered was how it felt between her
legs.
Plasma’s hurried strokes became more desperate as she chased the climax
building within her. She released Butter's hands only to grab her legs and lift
them straight up, the heroine's calves resting on her pink shoulders as her
hands gripped Butter's taut thighs. Her hips pumping furiously, Plasma clutched
her captive's silky legs tightly as she drove herself into Butter's blonde
pussy, pulling her victim closer with each thrust. Butter's hands clutched the
sides of her head, her arms closing around her face as she moaned
uncontrollably, her gorgeous body curled back in ecstasy as Plasma manipulated
her body chemistry, keeping her floating near orgasm, but denying her release.
Unable to deny her pleasure a moment longer, Plasma raised her eyes skyward and
bared her teeth in a growl as she climaxed, her powerful body shuddered and
clasped Butter possessively as she came inside her. Her breath quickened and
her skin glistening with perspiration, PLASMA pulled herself out of Butter and
stood tall before her; hands balled into fists, her bountiful breasts heaving
as she panted hungrily. There she stood triumphantly, casting a tall shadow
over the fallen Butterscotch Fox as her creator gazed at her in awe, stricken
by an overwhelming sense of pride at the magnificence of her greatest
weapon...her living sex machine.
Shaken and weary from her ravaging, Butter struggled to pick herself up off the
slab, her arms aching from the exertion. Wincing at the pain that riddled her
body, she began to slowly sit up -- but before she could fully right herself, a
glittering hand angrily clutched her throat. Fearful of what ordeals were yet
to come, Butter pitifully beat at the pink crystal arm with what little
strength she could muster.
"No!" she croaked, "No more! What more can you-"
Her plea however, would not be entertained as Plasma picked her up off her seat
and threw her back down to the slab on her front, her firm round ass protruding
as she now bent over the side. Butterscotch Fox quickly discerned her former
friend's intentions as she looked back to spy a crystal hand clutching her
buttock, with a ten inch cock fast approaching.
"No!" begged the defeated young blonde with panic in her eyes, her
arm struggling in vain to push her assailant away "No please, not that! It's too big, I...I can't take-"
Her appeal would again go unheeded, as Plasma slowly pushed the head of her
phallus into the heroine's anus and once achieved, a quick sharp push drove the
shaft in up to its hilt. A pained gasp escaped Butter's lips as she covered her
face with her hands, her shame too great to meet the eyes of her spectators as
Plasma took her from behind.
It can't be true! She thought to
herself - They're wrong about me-
they're WRONG!
Despite Butter's noble deeds and righteous image, there were always those who
whispered behind her back, slandering her and questioning her virtue...whore they called her. No matter
how hard she tried, that stain on her reputation seemed inescapable.
"Whore" -- the word always stung, striking at the deepest part of her
heart no matter what she told herself. Now however, her virtue was furthest
from her mind. For as vile an experience as this was, she could not deny the
rapture building within her.
Plasma's glittering member continued to force its way into Butter like some
violent intruder as the rhythmic *slap*
of thighs on ass echoed in the shadowy chamber, the former heroine ravenously
fucking the young blonde as if to satiate some desperate hunger - as if her
life depended on it. And indeed in a way, it did. With every climax, every
orgasm, Silver Fox's resolve grew ever more diluted, while Plasma's grew more
resolute. With dominion over this body now within her grasp, Silver seemed
almost a distant memory, a half-remembered dream. This next climax, Plasma
knew, would be Silver's last. This was the final push to become fully and truly
alive, and in turn fucked Butter with feverish zeal as if each thrust were
stabbing Silver Fox through the heart.
The evil Foxes looked on at the exhibition, their black hearts feasting on
Butter's indignity. Each of them touching themselves or embracing their
significant other, the demonstration titillating them all in turn - all but
Ebon Fox. The gothic telepath perched upon her antique stool with her eyes
closed and the corners of her black lips curled up in a smile. While her
contemporaries relished the moment, Ebon enjoyed all aspects of the event as
she took a mental impression of each of those present. Every perspective of
every participant was recorded so as to be infinitely replayed with perfect
clarity - even that of Butterscotch Fox, which Ebon would come to find
particularly delectable.
Vanessa Payne stood jubilantly before the savage spectacle with her arms behind
her, her hips pivoted to one side as she looked on gleefully at her foe's
downfall. Plasma had done just as she instructed, exasperating Butter by
keeping her teetering on the brink of orgasm. Seeing her now at wit's end,
Vanessa was satisfied to move on to the final phase of the plan. Strolling
casually up the pedestal, the luxurious Brit leaned catlike over the edge of
the steel, setting her elbows down and resting her chin in her hands. She
smiled, bemused at Butter as the beleaguered heroine pounded her diminutive
fists on the slab, squealing like the pig Vanessa took her for.
"You brought this on yourself, Butter" chuckled the Englishwoman,
"A lifetime of ignorance and avarice...did you really think it would last
forever? Nothing comes without a price. So now, you're going to give me
something. You're going to have to pay me,
because if you don't that sweet
release you crave will never come!"
"No!" cried Butter, terror-stricken to be so firmly in Vanessa's
clutches.
"Yes, Butter! I want to see just how much you're willing to pay to get
off, and I think we'll start with your precious Institute! I plan to infiltrate
the Institute's security network, and I want you
to give me the access codes!"
Butter's soft features grimaced as her desperation grew, the torrent of passion
crashing over her body, eroding her resolve as her appetite became insatiable.
"Omega, Sigma, Seven, X, L, Nine!" the young blonde whimpered,
defeated.
"Lovely - but I could have broken the codes myself had Violet not supplied
them already" gloated the evil genius, "now...you've always been so
proud of your faith -- I think I'll take that next. If you want to cum,
renounce her - renounce you beloved Goddess!
"I-I couldn't!" sobbed the heroine "Please no...!"
Vanessa was right; Butter had always taken great pride in her faith. The
Goddess Deina had blessed her with great strength and forgave her her failings,
but she - like all Monsduggian women -- was subject to the same vulnerability.
Their greatest power was also their greatest weakness; their magnificent bodies
ruled them absolutely, and their inclinations took precedent over the desires
of their minds...or their hearts.
"I renounce Deina! I renounce her and all her works! Hideous bitch
goddess! I renounce you, you filthy whore! PLEASE...!"
"Not just yet" crowed Vanessa, supremely satisfied with such sport.
You see, I was lonely the other night, so I had you sister Regan over for a
little tea party. I must confess I was quite taken with her. See, I've always
had a thing for redheads...why I'm positively smitten...I want her, Butter. Give her to me,
and this will all end!
"NO!" screamed the frantic heroine. "No please - ANYTHING but
that! I beg you, Vanessa! Please
don't make me do this!"
Butterscotch Fox had spent years rising through the ranks to become the very
face of the Institute by facing down every foe imaginable. No matter the cost,
she threw herself into her duty with passion, courage, and faith. Lust however, was proving more than
a match for her better virtues. Waves of pleasure radiated within her, pulsing
from the pit of her stomach and rising, climbing up her spine as it grew in
intensity. Butter's pillow lips quivered as electric fingers crept along the
inside of her, tickling her supple flesh and stimulating her sensitive nipples.
Higher and higher the sensation rose on into her head, her mind filled with
dazzling colours, the sweet release of orgasm so close she could taste it on
her tongue. Butterscotch Fox was a hero who with bravery and uncommon valour
and had fought many fearsome evils - she was a champion of the innocent, who
would go to any lengths, bear any burden to spare her beloved sister a gruesome
fate...but in all her years, throughout all of her struggles, despite all those
she had vanquished, she could never conquer herself.
"TAKE HER!" Butter wailed, "TAKE MY SISTER, JUST LET ME CUM!"
No sooner had Butter granted her appalling concession than she felt something
detonate within her. Tremors of ecstasy ripped throughout her entire body as a
burning heat smouldered from behind her face with such force that she felt as
if the pleasure would burst out of her mouth. The feeling shook her to her very
core as it shivered into every crevice of her body, her every fibre rejoicing
as if each atom were enjoying its own orgasm. The mind-bending rapture seemed
almost to radiate off of her as Butter felt its thunderous power rise beyond
the crown of her head. Overwhelmed by the most astounding climax of her entire
existence, time appeared to slip away, and the young heroine's vision faded to
white as she could no longer see or taste, or hear - only from her gaping mouth
and trembling throat could she discern that she was screaming. Fumbling hands
frantically clutched at her breasts, squeezing them desperately as if to seize
the blissful explosion within them, catch it, hold it there and never let it
go. And just when she believed that her body could take no more, the sensation
rushed out of her as if expelled into a vacuum, leaving a gaping void behind.
Vacated, Butter felt as if a hollow shell, and with nothing substantial
supporting her frame she collapsed, her hot face smacking the cold hard steel
of the slab, empty and spent.
Plasma however was not yet satisfied, and continued ravaging the helpless
blonde, her body flopping lifelessly as her assailant rammed into her ass.
Sweat rolling down her goosepimpled flesh, Plasma feverishly threw herself into
her unconscious victim as she felt her own release building within her, her
muscles tensing as she felt the moment near. Finally convinced the time was
right, she abruptly pulled out of Butter’s ass and yanked the heroine by her
golden hair, spinning her around and dragging her back down to kneel before her
glittering cock. Plasma’s left hand holding Butter upright by her hair, her
right began stroking the smooth shaft of her member, furiously beating off as
she glared hungrily at the delicate features of the stunned young blonde.
Finally, after a lifetime of anticipation, Plasma felt the overwhelming ecstasy
surge through her as a titanic orgasm wracked her body. The snow white locks of
her hair tumbled over her shoulders as she reared her head back, her teeth
bared fiercely as she triumphantly roared like some majestic lioness. Her
delight cascading, the eruption within Plasma could not be contained another
moment, and the bulging head of her penis spewed forth its precious fluid, her
hot juices spraying Butter in her gorgeous face with all the force of a fire
hose.
Her breasts heaving with laboured breath, Plasma steadied herself as her right
hand firmly clutched the steel pedestal, her left releasing its tuft of blonde
hair, allowing Butter to pitch backwards and slump against the steel like a
broken doll. Gasping, Plasma brought a hand to her face as she supported
herself against the slab - her back heaving as her body shook, drained from the
exertion.
"Plasma?" prodded Jade, concern
written in her deep black eyes. "Plasma, are you well? Is something
wrong?"
"No" said the crystalline woman, breathlessly "No I...I'm fine.
It's just...she's gone - Silver. She's gone...it's
just me now."
Raising her head up, she let her pink hand fall away to reveal tears streaming
down her smiling face. "It's me; Plasma."
Adulation and praise were heaped upon the newborn villainess as the assembled
Foxes rushed to her side, swooning over their new sister they embraced her.
Overcome with pride, the new being's delighted mother stood back and took in
the heartwarming scene, allowing her girls their moment of felicitation before
stepping into the fray. Parting her loyal Foxes, Vanessa hugged her
"child", overjoyed both that her creation was now fully alive, and
that the world would no longer suffer the existence of Silver Fox.
Warmly holding her creation's face in her gloved hands, Vanessa smiled lovingly
with teary eyes. "No" she said "Not 'Plasma' - not anymore. You
are not some experiment; you are a living breathing person, and you deserve your
own name. From now on, you will be...Crystal.
Crystal Fox!"
The name was whispered and cooed affectionately by all those surrounding her,
inciting another round of praise from the congregation. The celebration would
be short lived however as one by one, the villains noticed Butterscotch Fox
struggling to pull herself to her feet - so carried away were they by the
festivities that they nearly forgot she was there.
Scaling the steel pedestal, Butter leaned
on the heavy structure, shakily propping herself up with her elbows on the
slab. Trembling, she arduously raised her heavy head to behold Dr. Vanessa
Payne looming over her, her latex-clad arms sternly crossed, her disciples
flanking her on either side.
"Please..." begged the fallen heroine, her eyes filled with shame,
"Please let Regan go...I-I'll do anything you want -- anything!"
The sadistic Brit purred as her icy glare swept over her prey. Butterscotch Fox
-- the high and mighty superheroine - now groveled before her, and it was
everything she hoped it would be. "Backpedalling already, are we? What did I tell
you, silly girl? If you want something, you're going to have to pay for
it."
Fighting to stay erect, Butter furrowed her brow as she looked sheepishly up at
the Englishwoman. "Anything..." she sighed, knowing full well that
Vanessa would get her way with or without consent "Anything you
want."
Pleased with her prisoner's compliance, Vanessa slid her right hand into her
jacket pocket and removed a small device in the style of a pistol. The handle
and trigger were the same, but instead of a barrel the nose of the gun featured
a short hypodermic needle, with a small vial of green fluid in place of the
hammer. "Allow me to present my coup de grâce; a little something I call
'Fox Bane.' When administered to a Monsduggian, this serum will rewrite the
patient's genetic code, sterilizing the genes which give you superheoines your
fantastic powers. One shot of this, and you'll be as fragile as any mundane
human being; no strength, no flight, no healing factor -- and I assure you,
it's permanent and irreversible. So here's the
bargain; you be my patient zero, and Regan goes scot free." A grin splitting her face from ear to
ear, Vanessa held out the injector, offering the poison chalice to Butter.
"So...what's it going to be?"
Painfully aware that it made little difference how she answered, Butter
understood that Vanessa had this entire ordeal planned down to the last detail.
The doctor wanted her to take the serum, and so it would inevitably come to
pass - there was never any question. She would take the serum as surely as the
sun rose in the east. Accepting the injector with her right hand, the defeated
amazon grudgingly brought the tip on the needle to her left arm. With a gulp
she pushed the diamentium syringe into her skin and pressed the trigger,
emptying the vial into her bloodstream.
Shock immediately took hold as Butter doubled over in agony, blinding pain
stabbing her eyes as her muscles spasmed uncontrollably. Her skin burned as if
on fire and her nervous system seized as if a lighting storm raged inside her.
The beleaguered heroine's mind rended as her DNA violently unzipped, pressure
building in her head so tremendously that she feared it would explode. Her
anguish at its apex, Butterscotch Fox slipped into unconsciousness, silently
grateful for the mercy of a blackout.
Head spinning, muscles aching, Butter awoke face down on the floor unforgiving
steel floor, her veins feeling like they just received a transfusion of diesel.
Shuddering fiercely, her body felt chilled to the bone as if some brilliant
flame within her had been extinguished. With great effort, she managed to slide
one arm under her, her head lolling off the floor. One by one her senses slowly
returned to her, her vision blurred, her touch numbed. Her hearing as well
proved muted, but still functioned well enough to register a gruesome sound;
laughter. Rolling her head she looked up to spy the collected villains still
towering above her. She must have been out for only moments, though it could
easily have been hours. Gingerly propping herself up to her elbows, Butter
flinched at the wicked sport her enemies made of her. She had long been
accustomed to the praise and affection of her peers, and despite the occasional
petty jealousies, was not used to open mockery.
"Stop..." pleaded Butter, her matted hair obscuring her face, green
eyes red from tears, "Please stop...stop it!" Her pleas seemed only
to embolden the Evil Foxes as their laughter grew into a howl that echoed
through the cavernous chamber. "Stop
LAUGHING at me!" she wailed amid their mirth. Sobbing, Butter
looked around at the spiteful faces, looking desperately for any measure of
sympathy, but finding none. However, from among that pack of cackling hyenas
Butter glimpsed a lone figure standing at the rear, apart from the rest.
There, draped in the familiar red velvet
cloak stood the faceless figure who had observed her in the weakest moments. At
her wit's end, Butter's mind harkened back to something Vanessa had said to her
over the course of her ordeals. Something about an...employer. Yes - that was it; Vanessa's employer. Bringing all
her emotions to bear, Butter unloaded on the figure with all she could muster.
"You!" she
sobbed, "You did this to
me! Who are you? What did
I do to deserve this? How can
you hate me so much?!"
A girlish giggle escaped from beneath the hood as the figure stepped to the
forefront. "Hate
you?" came the reply in a familiar voice. The figure brought black-clad
hands up to the velvet hood, pulling back the crimson shroud to allow a
waterfall of fiery red hair to tumble down her shoulders. Baby-blue eyes glared
jubilantly down at Butter, her proud angular features glowing in her moment of
triumph. "Stacy darling, I've
hated you since the day I was born..."
grinned the woman through blood-red lips, "...dear sister!"
"REGAN!"
screamed Butter incredulously, "I...I don't understand!"
A malicious smirk twisted the corners Regan's sharp mouth, amused at her
sister's naiveté. "I guess that's not too
surprising, you never were
that bright. You see Stacy, Vanessa never found me - I found her! Do you understand now? Has it sunken into that
thick head of yours? I
did this to you Stacy...I took
your whole life away!"
Just when Butter thought she had nothing left to lose, and that she could fall
no further in life, the world kept revealing new depths for her to sink to. Her
heart decimated, she lay on the floor speechless for long moments before she
could manage to find the words. "But why?! Why would you do this?!"
A dark scowl grew over Regan's gorgeous face as it flushed beet red. "Why?!" she spat, "You
have the gall to ask me
that? How dare you, you
fucking slut! Every ounce of pain in my life is because of you!" Seething
with contempt, the beautiful redhead bared down on her sister with a lifetime
of bitterness and rage. "Our father married a good woman, but couldn't
resist when your whore of a mother flew in out of the sky one day and spread
her legs for him. His wife was six months pregnant with me when that monsduggian
slut dropped in out of the blue to drop you off at his doorstep. From that
moment on, you were the apple of his eye and the center of his universe. He
wasn't even there when I was born.
Humiliated, my mother abandoned us - unable to bear the shame of raising
another woman's bastard! As time
went on, Father made the most of you. He had always been an ambitious man, and
having a monsduggian daughter secured his standing with the Institute! You were
his little princess - his golden goose, and you never had to lift a finger.
Anyone who ever met you instantly fell head over heels for you. I on the other
hand couldn't get the time of day. No matter how many awards I won, no matter
how many degrees I earned, no matter how many millions I made it was never enough. Do you have any
idea what it's like to be invisible, Stacy? Do you have any idea what it's like
to work twice as hard only to get noticed half as much? Do you have any idea what it's like to find out
that the boy you set your heart on only went out with you to get close to your sister?!"
Agog at Regan's revelation, Butter stuttered for words. "I...I'm sorry, Regan! I...I never
knew!"
"Of course not!" snapped her indignant sibling, "You'd have to stop
thinking about yourself for five
fucking seconds! Well it's over, Stacy -- it's over! You're done leeching off
the world like a fucking parasite!
"B-but sister!" sobbed Butter as she neared hysterics, Regan's every
word a dagger in her wounded heart, "I-I-I love you! I...always looked out for you! Everything I
endured, all of this - this was for you!
I tried to save you!"
Regan's face turned as cold and hard as stone. "When Stacy? When did you try to
save me? Was it when you gave me up? Was it when you wanted to cum so bad that
you threw me under a bus? You don't love me, Stacy - you love getting off. You
love it so much you'd sacrifice your own family. You're sick, Stacy - sick in the head! Sex has always
been your drug of choice, and you sold me for a fix!
Butter searched desperately for some excuse, some defence as tears streamed
down her face - but she could find no justification for her deplorable
weakness.
Her heart feasting on her sister's anguish, Regan allowed a satisfied grin to
creep up her face. "You're a waste of a life, Stacy. But you're just a
symptom of a larger problem, a problem we
intend to rectify. From now on society will look up to real heroes, not a bunch of stupid,
spoiled whores! You'll be recognised for the worthless trash you are, and your
name will be spat out as a curse! The people will forget you, sister, and a new
breed of Foxes will take this world back from the pigs who think they own it!
History will remember us, Stacy! They'll remember me..." Casting her heavy cloak aside, Regan stood
proudly as Butter beheld her sister clad in a form-fitting outfit of black and
red latex adorned with a Fox symbol on her ample chest - a dark reflection of
her own uniform. "They'll remember Scarlet
Fox!"
Stunned, Butter looked up at her sister, no longer the wallflower she remembered.
The former waif now boasted a strong, lean body, and full - her modest bust now
generous, her hourglass figure a masterpiece of curves. As Butter's mind raced
to explain this startling transformation, the solution presented itself as Dr.
Vanessa Payne took her place at Regan's side, placing her hands affectionately
on the Redhead's shoulders.
"I take it you're impressed" gloated the evil genius, "I'm
always proud of my work, but I believe this
may be my masterpiece. You see, aside from a solid cloning template, your milk
also facilitated an unprecedented transplant. Normally such a thing would be
impossible, but being sisters your genomes were just similar enough for me to
graft your powers onto her."
"The pain was excruciating"
hissed Regan, "But to hurt you like this, Stacy, I'd move mountains!"
"And so the world is set to rights" chimed Vanessa, "The heroic
Scarlet Fox becomes a media darling when she brings her own murderous sister to
justice. She inherits your fame and adoration, and you become a national
disgrace!"
"Face it, Stacy" crowed Regan "I'm the hero of this story..." A smile split her
face as she turned her attention to Vanessa, the redhead slipping her arm
around the Englishwoman's waist, eyeing her hungrily. "...I even got the girl!" Bringing
Vanessa's mouth to hers, the two women embraced passionately, their hands
caressing the other's beautiful body as their tongues massaged each other
lustfully.
Her very soul shattered by the image, Butter erupted into an inhuman shriek as she
looked upon her own beloved sister in the arms of the monster who had made her
last few weeks a living nightmare. Burying her head in her arms, Butter wept as
she lay on the grated floor still wet and sticky from her lovemaking. They had
made a ruin of her life and gleefully rubbed her face in the ashes. She had
lost everything that made her life worth living - and what good was life when
everything else was taken away? Her back heaving, she struggled to pick her
head up and beseech her tormentors for mercy.
"Finish it..." she begged, sobbing "Finish it...just kill me!"
"Kill you?" chuckled Regan, pulling herself away from her English
lover, "Whoever said we were going to kill
you? No no, sister dear - you're not getting off that easily. No, Stacy. You will suffer, as I have suffered. But I am not
without mercy, so there will
be a place for you in our new world - and it will be face down in the gutter!"
A sharp pain stabbed at Butter's scalp as Crystal Fox yanked the heroine off
the floor by her hair, lifting her up and dumping her on the steel slab of the
pedestal. Laying there on her back, Butter fearfully looked around at the faces
smiling maliciously at her. What
more could they take from her? She wondered. How could they drag her any lower?
Accordingly, Ebon Fox slinked her way to the forefront of the group, the empty
husk of American Fox crawling loyally behind at the end of her chain.
"You see Butter” grinned Regan, “we set out to destroy your entire life. We've already taken
your present and your future, and now finally we'll take your past! We knew that no matter what
deep dank hole we threw you into, you'd still cling to the idea that you're
worth a damn - and that's something we just couldn't allow. So instead, dear
little Ebon will rewrite your entire life - filling your head with abuse and
neglect. You'll finally have the life you should've had...the life you deserve. But don't worry - we'll
leave a little piece of you that still remembers. Brick by brick she'll wall
you up in the back of your mind so that you see and hear and feel everything, but completely
powerless stop it...just conscious enough to perceive the bars of your cage.
And when she's done, we'll drop you off in some cesspool to live out your life
in misery - we've already got a family set up for you in Arkansas. And there
you'll stay, forever beating your fists against the inside of your skull - screaming to get out!"
Supremely satisfied, Regan stepped back, curled up to Vanessa, and waited with
baited breath for the grand finale. Taking her cue, Ebon descended upon Butter,
the heroine trying feebly to push back the gothic villainess as she cradled her
in her pale arms. Her dark figure blotted out the heavy overhead lights and
stared deeply into Butters eyes as she spoke in a sweet melodious voice.
"Your mother was a junkie who got knocked up by her dealer. No sooner did
she pop you out, than she dropped you with her deadbeat brother and fucked off
to Las Vegas where she promptly OD'd in the back of a porno theatre."
"No!" refuted Butter, Ebon's voice reverberating inside her skull,
"That's not true!"
"Your uncle resented being stuck with the responsibility, and told you
that you were stupid and worthless, and you believed him.
When you were nineteen your uncle married a woman named Gina, who had just gone
from being 'good-looking' to
'looking good for her age.' She was
always drunk and jealous of your youth and beauty -- and she wouldn't keep her
hands to herself."
"No! Stop it!" Butter screamed as she began to literally lose herself
in Ebon's deep green eyes "Stop! Somebody help me!"
"At twenty-one you'd had enough, and grabbed a bus to Los Angeles with
only the clothes on your back. At the bus station you met a nice man named
Tyler who bought you lunch and told you that you could stay with him until you
got on your feet. He took you to his apartment where three other girls slept on
a dirty mattress on the floor."
"Please, Regan -- don't hurt me like this!" Butter cried, feeling
Ebon's lies become the truth. "Don't
send me away!"
"Tyler was a drug dealer - and one day the police raided his apartment
while you were cutting his cocaine. You got sent up for three years in a
maximum security prison where iron-pumping diesel dykes passed your ass around
like currency. When you finally got out, you had no money and no place to go,
so you went down on every trucker this side of the Mississippi to hitch-hike
your way back to that hellhole you ran away from. Back to the uncle that put
his cigarettes out on you, and the aunt whose kisses taste like stale beer -
because 'better the devil you know than the devil you don't.'"
"Liar...!" moaned Butter, her resolve fading as she felt Ebon's
fingers creep deeper into her mind. "That's a lie..."
"And there you'll stay, because you'll never let the big bad world get you
ever again. The walls of that shithole will be your prison, and in time it will
be your tomb as decades
from now when your face is withered and your tits sag down to your knees,
you'll die there -- ugly,
fat and alone!"
The deed nearly done, Butter lay motionless in Ebon's arms, the psychic's
haunting words sounding increasingly distant as the world around her seemed to
slip further and further away. A thin pale finger brushed aside a lock of
Butter's blonde hair as the petite goth smiled warmly down on her subject.
"Goodnight,
Butterscotch Fox..." cooed Ebon as she leaned down to kiss her gently and
sweetly with her black lips, "...Goodbye."
And with that, Butterscotch Fox closed her eyes for the last time.
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The evening was humid, and the air was
filled with echoes of the bustling nightlife of Rio de Janeiro. A French window
stood ajar, allowing a hot breeze to blow through the hotel suite while pouring
moonlight over the rumpled clothes strewn across the floor. The luxurious bed
was dressed with exquisite red satin sheets (now disheveled) beneath which laid
the two architects of the Institute's demise; Regan - the newly minted Scarlet
Fox - and Dr. Vanessa Payne.
The two women lay curled towards each other, their brows touching, their faces
inches apart. This was to be their night of celebration, but now as the two
lovers lay in the afterglow, Vanessa could tell by Regan's demeanor that
something troubled her as the redhead refused to meet her eyes, her brow
furrowing faintly.
"What's wrong, precious?" fussed
the Englishwoman, her bare hand on Regan's cheek.
"My whole life I've been so angry" said Regan wistfully, "getting
even with that vapid bitch was my reason for being, and now with that finished
I don't know what to do. There's this large part of my life that was filled
with nothing but hatred, and now...now there's just this empty hole inside me.
Even with her gone, nothing will ever undo what she did." Regan's face
soured as she felt bitter tears well up in her eyes. "I hate her!"
she said ruefully as she spun away from Vanessa to rage at the darkness. "I hate her so much!"
Placing a hand on her paramour's shoulder, Vanessa tenderly rolled Regan back
to face her, wrapping her arms around her body and soothingly running a slim
hand over her fiery hair. "Regan"
she said. "What you've done today is going to change the world. A lesser
woman would have been selfish and killed her sister in cold blood just to
satisfy her own vendetta. You rose above all of that and made a difference
because you were big enough to love a world that didn't love you back. Because
of you, no little girl will ever again grow up wishing she were pretty instead
of smart. You are the strongest, bravest, cleverest most beautiful woman I have
ever known..." Looking into
Regan's cool blue eyes, Vanessa peered deeply into her partner's soul, and
heard herself say the words "I love
you."
The two women lay in silence for what seemed like an eternity as those three
little words hung in the air. Vanessa had not meant to say what she did, but
swept up in the moment, they just fell out. Not moving a muscle, not even
breathing, Vanessa wished with all her heart that she could pluck those words
out of the air and put them back in her mouth - but the deed was done.
What attracted Regan to the brilliant Englishwoman was the fact that they
shared the same pain. They were both of them jaded, their idealism crushed by a
world that had hurt them too many times. And for this reason, Regan knew just
how much it took for Vanessa to say those words.
"I...I love you"
whispered Regan, her voice trembling with emotion. "I love you."
Vanessa and Regan's eager mouths found each other as a wellspring erupted
within the two women, sending tears flowing freely down their cheeks. Their
hearts beat in unison as their breasts pressed between them, the lovers holding
each other tightly for fear that this dream would evaporate into the aether.
And there, Scarlet Fox and Dr. Vanessa Payne entwined their bodies as passion
took them both, their plans for the Institute and the new world order seeming
worlds away, content in this moment to stay there forever – safe and warm and
loved.
Elsewhere, thousands of miles away, a shabby, run-down cabin sat at the end of
a barren dirt road. Inside, amid the sticky heat of a muggy Arkansas night, a
sad young woman dreamed fitfully in her baby tee and booty shorts, having cried
herself to sleep beneath the fetid covers of her grimy cot. Certain her aunt
Gina would visit her room tonight, she retired early, hoping as she always did
that finding her asleep, Gina might leave her be. Subdued in her restless
sleep, she did not hear the rusty doorknob squeak as it turned, nor did she see
the vaguely feminine shadow in the doorway. Not until she felt the leathery
skin of wrinkled fingers creep across her body did come to awareness. And
somewhere, hidden inside that girl's pretty blonde head, somewhere deep within
the labyrinth of her mind, Butterscotch Fox was screaming.
-THE
END-
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