I have a dreary commute to work and while looking for something to read came across Frenemy54's Fox Hunt serial (Misc stories Mr X site). If you haven't read it, you should read those before this. I've always been a fan of the Butterscotch Fox universe and with Frenemy's continuity I figured I could create a little off shoot/parallel universe setting for some home brew heroines and hopefully help out any other fetish inclined commuters.
I suspect I am not great at describing costumes so there is a deviant art pic of the girls of project Hlin here: http://fav.me/d8bou1g
comments, suggestions, offers of cake etc; lionbadger@hotmail.com
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Fox Hunt 6 - Jail Break
A typically oppressive humidity gripped the nondescript corner of rural Arkansas in its merciless claw. Barely a whisper of a breeze disturbed the slumber of the drooping trees that nonchalantly stood guard around the small clearing. In the centre of the clearing sat a dilapidated cabin, the failing wreck of an old homestead. A few dark clouds that drifting lazily across the half-moon were the only sign that the cabin was real and not just some grim painting highlighting the nightmarish poverty that now held the nation firmly in its grip. At the corner of the shack a collapsing lean-to covered the rusting hulk of an ancient pick-up now used only by raccoons and other vermin. In front of the lean-to sat a more recent Toyota van but even its flacking paint and rusting bumpers told of an urgent need for maintenance. The whine of insects, clack of crickets and the occasional croak of a frog were the only sounds that disturbed the muggy night.
"Task force Ullr check"
"Ullr check Freyr"
"Sit rep Ullr"
"No meta activity 125 days Freyr"
"Confirm one two five days Ullr"
"Confirmed Freyr, one two five days. Ullr standing by".
The com returned, as it always did, to silence and the darkly camouflaged captain resumed his surveillance of the cabin. Long seconds ticked by as he watched the shack, the ghostly green outline generated by the low light goggles making it look like it was sitting at the bottom of the sea.
"Ullr check" the com suddenly whispered
"Ullr check Freyr?"
"Ullrorder is execute asap"
"Ullr execute aye Freyr"
The voice called Freyr hesitated "Good luck Ullr"
The com clicked off and the captain blew out a deep breath “Task force Ullr order is go, repeat go”
Gina stared at the ranting TV presenter as he gleefully voiced a special segment on the ever steepening decline of the nation, and the wider world, into an inevitable cesspool of corruption and depravity. If she was honest Gina couldn't truly say that she had seen much evidence of the vast hordes of tattooed rapists and murderers which the documentary was rabidly asserting plagued the world in ever increasing numbers. Nor was she entirely sure about the claims of increased alien and mutant activity. The idea of whole towns just going missing was certainly worrying but she couldn’t think of anyone she knew who had been directly affected. She chuckled as the presenter laid the blame for all of the ills squarely at the door of the rampaging heroines from the old institute. The presenter barely skipped a beat as he went for accusation and bile to fawning admiration of the heroic actions of Scarlet Fox and Dr Vanessa Payne in exposing the cancer at the heart of the nation.
"You go girl” muttered Gina as the show switched to an interview with national security advisor Payne
"Cheers doc" muttered Gina raising her beer
Payne had certainly given Gina a sweet gig. Gina shuddered as she remembered back to when she had been languishing in one of the new maximum security "Gorgon" jails. She was not what anyone would normally term maximum security material but had wound up in the Gorgon for the simple reason that, along with the psychotics, gang enforcers and terrorists, all sex offenders were now automatically classed as category 1 threats to society. Gina, whose own debauched tastes ran to grooming teenage girls and then renting them out to her various contacts when she got bored of them herself, had not had an easy time fitting in with the other inmates. Gina had quickly found that she was generally smaller, less able to take a hit than she had been able to dish them out and completely lacking any presence or charisma. She had found herself being passed from gang to gang like some wrinkled, fleshy currency. When she had been ushered into a cold, windowless room and offered the position of aunt/torturer to the ruined husk that had been Butterscotch Fox she jumped at the chance.
Over 8 years since she had almost shaken Dr Payne's arm off in her urgency to escape the Gorgon and Gina had to admit that it had never gotten old. Money in the bank every month, accommodation (not exactly the Ritz but compared to the rank cells of the Gorgon a roadside latrine suddenly became a palace), a sweet little plaything that seemed to be perpetually 19 all to herself and best of all, total immunity from any prosecution no matter how depraved she got. Slowly Gina swilled the beer around her mouth and glanced at her surveillance app tied to Stacy's room. The tiny tell tale twitching of the duvet told Gina that the broken girl was crying again.
"What’s wrong Butter" she muttered "Don't your like your new life as quiet little Stacy? 3 square meals a day, a roof over your head and an aunt who loves you.... regularly!"
She chuckled darkly and launched into a fit of coughing and spluttering. She glanced up at the wall clock. Ten thirty. Usually she dropped in on "Stacy" around ten. Sometimes she slipped in right after the girl had turned in and very rarely she left her alone for a night. Often she would pounce on the girl randomly during the day, leathery aged hands snaking across soft tanned flesh. Tonight she reckoned she had left it long enough for the hope that she wasn't coming to build-up. Time to quash that illusion. Gina sniggered and savoured the anticipation of licking fresh tears from the girl's damp face.
With a grunt of effort Gina dragged her sagging body out of the fetid armchair and lurched out into the hall. A stab of bitterness flashed through her mind as she thought about how her own body was failing while Butter, Stacy as they called her now, seemed to stay as fresh as the day she met her. She thought about the instructions Payne had given her, fairly bland, abuse her and make her miserable, check. Keep her away from the outside world, check. Make sure she eats crappy low nutrient frosted flakes every day, check. The thought of Stacy's eternal youth led inexorably to Gina's own pet project of causing the girl some permanent damage. Maybe she would grab the old potato peeler and try to scar the girl again, it had never taken before but maybe this time, if she really dug deep enough the wound would persist.
As Gina passed the kitchen something flickered at the edge of her peripheral vision. She stopped, glanced into the kitchen then continued along the hallway. Hairs stood up on her neck and she felt a cold tingle on her spine. Stupid, too much docuhorror she thought as she reached for the handle on Stacy's door. She was still scolding herself for the foolish feeling of uneasiness when a heavily gloved hand slipped over her mouth and a syringe emptied into her neck. Her world turning black and unable to cry out Gina collapsed onto the floor.
The creak of neglected hinges cut through Stacy like a knife. She had clung to the hope that Gina would pass her by tonight and now that hope was cruelly dashed. She pulled the covers up and over her in a desperate attempt to hide from her marauding aunt. It had never worked before but something in the depths of her tortured mind demanded a token of resistance. Long seconds passed and nothing happened. Stacy's mind raced, frantically trying to make sense of the delay. Had Gina failed to see her? Had she changed her mind? She dared not move in case that provoked Gina but she had to know if she was safe. Minutes ticked by that felt like hours. At last Stacy reached a conclusion and slowly rolled towards the door.
A set of 3 glowing green eyes met her gaze. Another set of 3 eyes moved past the first in the hallway, a dark shape slung over the second invader's shoulder. Stacy opened her mouth to scream but sheer terror twisted it into little more than a gurgle. As she drew breath to try again the set of eyes lurched forward and jammed a syringe into her chest. Immediately Stacy felt her muscles begin to relax and her vision swim. She tried for one more scream but all that she heard was a soft mewl for help before she sunk down onto the grimy mattress and passed out.
"4 Secure the target.6 dump the decoy"
"Aye sir"
"Aye sir"
"10, report on the perimeter"
"All quiet, no alpha activity. Freyr reports no flash of coms traffic"
"Good. Keep your eyes peeled"
Captain Stahl scratched at his helmet, how anyone could live in this humid bug infested hell was beyond him. It suddenly occurred to him that maybe that was why Scarlet had picked it. His team were thorough and the jamming kit was the best available but even so removing his mask to scratch at an insect sting would be inviting trouble from some hidden high powered back up system. Being unable to get a day pass for Disneyland would be the last of his problems if Scarlet Fox found out that who had spirited away her favourite prisoner.
"We've moved the aunt to her bedroom and rigged the incendiary sir. Target is secured for transport. 7 is monitoring vitals"
"Excellent" muttered Stahl.
"10 we're ready to move"
"All clear captain. 12 has the truck rolling rendezvous in 20"
"Good, pack up and meet the truck at your pick up"
"Good luck sir"
"Good luck 10"
***
A stabbing lance of hot pain flashed through Stacy's head as she regained consciousness. The agony forced her eyes tightly closed and she ground her teeth against the pain. Her throat was parched and felt like it had been sand papered. The edges of her soft almond eyes and the long delicate lashes felt sticky and gummed. Thoughts moved slowly through her swimming head, seemingly taking an age to form. The last thing she had seen jumped to the front of her addled brain, green eyes bearing down on her. Her mouth opened in a scream but all that emerged was a painful rasp. She sat with eyes screwed shut drawing slow breaths for what seemed like hours as gradually she felt her mind clearing. Thoughts began to flow more freely and the thick pressure congesting her head began to recede. A second flash of pain stabbed into her brain as she tried again to open her eyes, less than the first stab and as she squinted through the pain it slowly receded to a dull hangover ache. She looked down at the chair holding her. Heavy hospital ward issue Velcro straps held her arms and secured her around her torso preventing her moving from the chair. Stacy grimaced as she realized that the stale sweat smell was coming from her.
She glanced around the room taking in the bland features. A standard rectangular table with steel straight backed chair was positioned in front and across from her. Dark green paint covered the walls up to about three quarters height meeting a dull grey that continued to the roof and covered the ceiling. 2 sets of florescent strip lights illuminated the room. A small window with a fine mesh covering was set high on one wall. She couldn't see any door and so concluded that it must be directly behind her. A blinking red light from a CCTV camera glared at her from the far corner. Some sort of interview room she concluded. Maybe someone finally decided to investigate Gina she thought, trying to ignore her own worried thoughts about the restraints. .
As Stacy took in her new surroundings she heard a soft click behind her followed by the faint clack of shoes. A man walked past her, around the table, and drew out the spare chair. He tutted softly and as if alone, muttered something to himself then dusted the chair with a small handkerchief. The man sat down and unfastened the top button of his dark green suit. Still acting as if alone he drew a small tablet computer from inside his jacket and laid it carefully on the table. He slowly removed his watch and again placed it on the table where he could view the face. Apparently satisfied with his ritual he looked up and twitched an eyebrow.
"Perhaps you could use some water?" he asked in a soft European accent
Stacy had fixed her eyes on at the table when the man entered the room and continued to look down silently. The man tapped his tablet quickly then looked back at Stacy. A moment later a grey uniformed man entered the room with a large jug of water and 2 plastic cups. He place the jug on the table near the green suited man along with one of the cups. He carefully placed the second cup just in front of Stacy then turned back to look at the green suited man.
"Please remove the restraints Mr Hoffer" said the man
The grey suited man paused briefly, glanced at Stacey then flashed a questioning look to the green suited man. The green suited man made a barely perceptible nod and a tiny twitch of annoyance flickered in the corner of his eyes. The grey suited man brushed down his jacket, squared his shoulders, then reached across to pull open the velcro restraints on Stacy's wrists. Once the wrist restraints were open he glanced up at her. Stacy remained staring at the table. With a perplexed frown he moved up to remove the restraint across Stacy's chest. As the restrain came free he dropped back hurriedly. He seemed almost disappointed that Stacy remained limply sat, staring down at the table with arms resting on the chair.
"Ein geprugelter hund" he said to the green suited man
"Wir werden sehen. Wir brauchen einen Seig. Thank you Mr Hoffer for your assistance and valuable analysis" sighed the green suited man
The grey suited man made a sharp salute then walked past Stacy and out of the room. The green suited man filled the cups with water then pushed one towards Stacy. Stacy waited a moment then timidly reached out to take he cup and quickly drained it. The man twitched an eyebrow then pushed the jug across the table. Stacy slowly refilled her cup. She took a large mouthful and swirled water around her parched mouth.
"Our apologies for your discomfort, we planned for dehydration but of course, parched throat is slightly different and it would be quite dangerous to fill an unconscious woman's mouth with fluid. My name is Colonel Horst" the man said "This may be a little difficult for you to accept but, broadly speaking, everything you know about yourself is a fabrication, a lie. 8 years ago you were one of the North American Institute of Metahumans top heroines. Your team was ambushed, heroines died, one went traitor and you, well, you were hurt quite badly and became a prisoner of war. Unfortunately nobody knew there was a war on at the time"
Stacy continued to look blankly at the table. Horst stared at her for a few moments then swiped his tablet, tapped a few times and swiped again.
"The woman you knew as Gina was hired by doctor Vanessa Payne to be your jailer, to torment and torture you. She is not your aunt, by marriage or by blood. She is in fact on a number of government registers which forbid her from having contact with anyone under the age of 30. You also do not have an uncle who grudgingly took you in. You never shacked up with a drug dealer and you never went to prison in California. You might have filled a prison but trust me, you never went to one"
Stacy continued to stare at the table taking the occasional sip of water.
Horst swiped his tablet again, tapped something then swiped again.
"Your mother was not a junkie or a hooker, she never overdosed and your father was not some dealer. You were wanted from day 1 and you were loved. Your mother was a heroine she died protecting people and trying to make the world a better place. You did the same. You were a heroine" said Horst.
Stacy stared at the table for a long moment then lip quivering she murmured "You've got the wrong person Mr Horst, I'm not a heroine, I know what I am, I'm just a stupid little girl. Stupid little Stacy who was too naïve to understand that the world is full of bad people that will take advantage of a dumb scared kid. You can't change the world, you just have to endure it" Stacy whispered "I might get some attention now for these" she made a circular motion around her chest "but that's it. Nobody wants what's here" she tapped her head "and nobody ever wanted what is in here" she gently tapped the centre of her chest as a solitary tear ran from the corner of her eye "So tell me why you kidnapped me and lets get it over with"
Horst stared in fascinated horror at the girl, they really did a number on her he thought.
"Regardless of what you think you know, we want you" Horst pushed back his chair then stood up. He stepped around the table and sat on the corner turning in to face Stacy "I won't lie to you, we do need these" he pointed to the large firm breasts barely concealed by the T-shirt "but we need what's in here more" he laid a warm hand on her brow "and we need what's in here most of all" he touched her chest just above the cleft of her breasts.
The ruined girl who had been Butterscotch Fox just stared at the table. Horst stood up and paced slowly towards the small window.
"I saw you fight once. When I was just 19 I took a couple of months out before going off to university. It was all the rage back then, a couple of months after high school with no exams to worry about and none of the responsibility of being a proper adult. You could get out and see some of the world. I figured at the time that North Africa was a pretty good idea, a bit adventurous, a bit exotic, all that history of Carthage and the Egyptians but still not so far from home that you can't get out of trouble. Or so I thought. I was buying a kebab in Algiers when the Briarwolf attacked. I'd never seen a mutant before and that monster just ripped the city apart. I saw soldiers, police, and helpless civilians all shredded into bloody chunks. Crowds of people were running around screaming and panicking. I saw that thing take out an attack helicopter with a lamppost. It was utter chaos. Me, well, stupid 19 year old me ended up trapped in a blind alley with this stinking, dog faced thing bearing down on me. I can still see the clumps of mattered fur and rotting meat hanging from its skeleton. I was shaking this chain link fence and as soon as I heard the growl behind me I knew I was dead. I remember just shutting down from the terror. I was slumped against a wall, sat on the ground and crying for my mum while I waited to die this horrible death.
And then you were just there, this flashing angel made of gold and caramel, hitting the thing again and again, driving it back towards the docks. I saw it slashing and clawing at you. It must have been twice the size of you. I saw you hitting it when it shredded your suit and I saw you still hitting it when it tried to chew your breast off. I saw the blood streaming from your nose and the bruises across your ribs. I watched when the creature snapped your back over its knee and then when it raped you. You kept fighting it. After all that, long after meek little me, who hadn't even thought to fight it, had blithely accepted a horrible meaningless death, you still kept going. You got right back up and impaled the thing on a broken girder then ripped its stinking, rotting head off. I never saw anything as beautiful as the half naked girl with a bloody nose holding a monster's head. 3 million people lived in Algiers and you saved them" he paused and glanced around to look at Stacy "You saved me. I cancelled my place at the business school in Graz and joined the defence force. All because it was the closest I could get to doing what you did"
Stacy looked up at Horst her lower lip trembling "So you kidnapped me because of some traumatic boyhood crush? Some slut heroine, dressed like a street walker gets herself raped in front of you and you want to recreate the fantasy with me? Aren't there any German girls around here? or did you have to have authentic, prime American red neck trash?" She spat
"Austrian" said Horst
"What?"
"I'm Austrian and you are in Austria, the local girls are, mostly, Austrian" said Horst
"Austrian, German, Martian whatever, I'm not playing the slut in your sick little fantasy" spat Stacy
"For someone who has behaved in an extremely meek manner up until now you seem to have a visceral dislike of heroines" said Horst.
"Of course I do" hissed Stacy "Everyone does, didn't you see them, the way they were before Scarlet Fox exposed the institute's corruption! Parading around with their skimpy costumes and huge tits hanging out. Acting as if they owned the world. Who the fuck did those cows think they were! They should have known their place! They are the reason the world is such a mess, they are the reason Scarlet and Dr Payne have got to work so hard to root out the terrorists and corruption"
"Some young women put their lives on the line to basically save the world, to fight the battles that the police and the military can't and your reaction is that they show too much flesh while doing it? You know that it's a textbook sign of fascism to have an obsession with denying women their basic freedoms. I'm not sure how your history is but we had some experience not so long ago with fascism in this part of the world. I think, if I also recall correctly, the various fascist movements that used to plague the middle east, from the early part of the century, were completely obsessed with depriving women of the freedom to dress and act as they pleased. They made the same ridiculous arguments that you just made, that it was the woman's fault for refusing to be meek or having the audacity to enjoy sex? Who the hell doesn't enjoy sex? it's meant to be fun! The twisted people who shout that kind of mad hate speech are in the minority" He reached across the table to touch Stacy's chin, lifting her head so her confused eyes met his "People like your mad sister"
"Sister?" said Stacy
"Yes, your sister, Scarlet Fox" said Horst
If he hadn't been looking intently into her eyes he would have missed it. The tiniest twitch, an imperceptible flare of the irises.
"I knew you were still in there" he said standing up "Anyway, I think I'm pushing my luck a little here, we'll call it a day, I seriously doubt that you have recovered fully from the tranquilizers" He tapped his pad again and the grey suited Hoffer re entered the room.
"Please show our guest to her accommodation Mr Hoffer" he glanced back at Stacy "We can continue our chat tomorrow morning"
***
Stacy woke to bright sunlight streaming through the pale curtains which enclosed the window of the small room Hoffer had left her in. She, stretched sleepily and sat up looking around the room. It was sparsely furnished, a small chair was propped against the wall to her right beside the window. A dull brown wardrobe stood in the corner. An open door, leading to the small bathroom, lay open slightly to the left of the wardrobe. A second and more substantial door sat squarely in the wall to her left opposite the window.
As Stacy viewed the room and tried to think what she should do next a gentle knock came from the closed door. A wave of panic washed over Stacy and her eyes darted frantically around the room for the camera that must have alerted her jailer to her awakening. Nothing sprang obviously to mind as she inspected each item until the soft knock came again.
"Hello?" Called Stacy reaching the decision that anyone who knocked was probably not an immediate threat to her health.
The door opened slightly and the man called Hoffer peered around it "Miss, err, Stacy, Colonel Horst wishes to discuss matters with you further this morning"
Stacy stared silently at the bed sheets avoiding Hoffer's stare
"Erm, There are some clothes in the wardrobe here" Hoffer nodded towards the wardrobe then seemed to come to a decision "If I may, the Colonel will not be duly inconvenienced should you delay him by making use of the shower" he grinned slightly "The water pressure is quite good here"
Stacy had spent the conversation staring down at the soft cream bed sheets. She bit her lip and glanced up at Hoffer. He was obviously trying to stay looking at her head but he kept darting glances down at the swell of her breasts under the clutched sheets. At least he is trying she thought. She couldn't remember the last time someone had bothered to even make an effort to speak to her face.
"Erm, please tell Colonel Horst I'll be as quick as possible" she mumbled
"Yes miss" replied Hoffer he began to salute then caught himself and looked slightly embarrassed "Apologies, habits"
Having quickly crossed the room with the clutched bed sheet, Stacy spent a few moments examining the taps on the shower. She gently pushed at a tap and was rewarded by the chrome shower head spluttering into life. Dropping the sheet she stepped into the small shower cubicle and gasped as the hot water flowed over her. Gina's cabin had had a temperamental water supply and the water was only heated when the log stove had been lit for some time. She shuddered as she remembered having to wash in icy cold water while Gina sat and leered at her. Stacy picked up a thick, creamy bar of soap and quickly worked up a lather. The soft white suds slid down her arms and gradually enveloped her body in fluffy, slick clumps. She worked the lather into every nook and cranny, gently massaging her oddly tender breasts. An avalanche of white bubbles slid off her chest and flowed in a cascade across her flat stomach before veering down her tanned thigh.
Reluctantly Stacy stepped out of the shower and towelled herself down. The soft fluffy towels felt great on her fresh tingling skin, far more appealing than the threadbare things that Gina kept. Stacy spent agonised moments deciding whether to indulge in using the small hair dryer on her damp hair. Eventually she decided that it would be best to avoid keeping Horst waiting any longer than necessary and chose to towel dry. With a small towel wrapped around her head Stacy rifled through the small wardrobe. It was stocked with several sets of generic black underwear and simple military issue, olive combat pants with a similar style of tank tops.
***
A quick bowl of muesli later and Hoffer showed Stacy into a large office. Plush dark carpet with swirling golden designs covered the floor and large paintings of musket armed soldiers or armoured generals on horseback adorned the walls. A large desk with green leather inlay dominated one end of the room and a large set of bay doors, gossamer drapes billowing in the morning breeze lay open in the middle of the left wall. Horst stepped from the windows, a single button in his dark green suit fastened, confirming Stacy's suspicion that some sort of balcony lay on the other side of the curtains. He motioned towards the chair in front of the desk and sat down on the opposite side.
"Sleep well? A bit fresher than yesterday?" Asked Horst
"Yes, your beds are very comfortable" mumbled Stacy
"Did you get enough for breakfast? I know American breakfast is usually a more grand affair than we are used to here" said Horst
Stacy glanced at the wafting curtains then said quietly "Gina only ever bought frosted flakes. I cant remember ever eating anything different. I think she bought them because she knew I hated them"
"Possibly a bit of that but we're also pretty sure that the frosting was mostly a synthetic poison called Fox Bane. Doctor Payne developed it to sterilise the genes that confer superpowers but our scientists theorise that it couldn't answer the omega regeneration that most of your class of heroines are capable of. That theory would explain why you have not aged in the last 8 years but otherwise remained powerless. We believe that Payne kept the exact effects of her poison to herself and has thus used the constant dosing as a sort of ongoing experiment" Horst paused "At least that is the theory, after 8 years of constant, repeated exposure we really don't know for sure how it will have affected you. They certainly went to a very great deal of trouble to take you out of the game and keep you suffering"
Stacy stared down at the table for long minutes her mind spinning at the revelation that not only had she been thrown to a sexual predator as some sort of toy but also she had been force fed poison every day for 8 years. She looked back up at Horst, tears filling her glittering green eyes "Why do they hate me so much?"
Horst grimaced" It's a complicated story which we have had to piece it together from second and third hand accounts. It is quite unpleasant, we did not anticipate you would want to know this soon after your arrival here"
"Then start with who this 'we' you keep mentioning and more to the point why have a bunch of Austrians locked me up in this, this, what is this? A hotel?" Said Stacy
"This is Jagkommand, in English, Hunter Command. We are at its head quarters in Hohensalzburg Castle, sorry that translates as High Salzburg Fortress. Jagkommand itself is part of the European Union Ministry of Meta Humans and Meta Human Research" he chuckled softly to himself "we really could do with shortening that but anyway, All of the EU members contribute to this centre and to keep it off books the funding is filtered through the agricultural budgets of Germany, the Czech Republic, Slovenia and Austria"
"You're telling me that the pacifists in the EU clubbed together to send some guys into Arkansas to kidnap me? for what? because it wants its own collection of super freaks?"
"Like I said it's more complicated than that" said Horst as he blew out a long breath "2 birds with 1 stone, you wanted to know why they did this to you, and who we are, alright then. Dr Payne and what was your half sister, she now calls herself Scarlet Fox, have, to all intents and purposes deliberately created a nightmare in north America. After Scarlet beat you and your colleagues, Silver, Violet and American Fox she launched her long planned attack on the Institute. The Institute however turned out to be a bit tougher than Scarlet and Payne had given it credit. They still took it down, killed or imprisoned almost all of the heroines who operated under its banner but they were left with a much smaller army than they expected after it. Their army being basically a bunch of hot housed clones of you, simple point and order to attack things. Their original plan had been to use the remains of that clone army to take control of the US and then the rest of the world.. Scarlet seems to have this idea that everything will be fine if everyone just lives on their knees and worships her, the usual fascist crap. We are pretty sure that remains their ultimate aim by the way, but they were smart enough to realise that it wouldn't work with the resources they had left. So they improvised. They used their clones of you, the remains of their army of Butterscotch Foxes to raise merry hell, first in the US then spilling over into Canada and then down through central America. Senators and Ministers were assassinated by what looked like rampaging Institute survivors out for revenge. Payne was called in by the NSA pretty quickly as an advisor to direct the fight back. Nobody knew at the time that she was pulling the strings on both sides. She made it look like she was gaining ground against the rampaging Foxes, while simultaneously directing their attentions against anyone who suggested that she was accruing too much power. Now she has killed or neutered most of the politicians north of Panama and Scarlet fox has been named Lady High Protector with emergency powers to do what she deems necessary to stop the supposed wave of terror. Our intelligence teams have pieced together enough intel for us to be pretty sure that she plans to unify at least America, Canada, Mexico, and Cuba into one country before she moves to snap up the rest of the world"
A knock came from the door and was immediately followed by a secretary with a tray of coffee and some small caramel biscuits. She laid the tray on the table then marched smartly back out of the office. Horst reached over to the pot and poured 2 small cups. He added some cream to his cup and lifted a small biscuit onto his saucer.
"I know, 10 am is a little early for treats" he said glancing up with a guilty look "especially when most of my time is spent behind a desk these days"
Stacy stared at her coffee "But, but, Scarlet Fox is a hero, I've seen the news, I've seen her fighting the terrorists, those rogue heroines, she's saving America" Stacy spoke the words that had been drilled into every citizen of the north American continent "She's a hero" she said, her voice wavering slightly. Her mind felt like it was itching as she repeated the statement.
"She's not a hero, she's a very sick woman. She's twisted inside by jealousy and hate" said Horst "Anyone can win a fight when they own both sides and that is what Scarlet and Payne have been doing"
"Dr Payne has devoted her life to protecting people from rogue heroines. I saw the news, I saw the damage Night Angel did before they stopped her" said Stacy slowly
"That damage was caused by the rampaging Violet Fox, well, they call her Violent Fox now. They planned to cause so much collateral damage that Night Angel would have to come out of hiding to stop it. When she showed up the rabid dog Violet has become beat her half to death then crushed her skull. Payne owns the media so they dutifully presented the story they were given by their mistress, blaming Night Angel and praising Violet" Horst sighed and shook his head "I think that whole operation worried them, too much collateral damage, it's probably why Violet has popped up in south America, out of Scarlet and Payne's current sphere of influence"
Stacy stared at the table her head pounding. She knew, she knew, that the old Institute was evil, a veneer to hide all kinds of corruption and villainy. She knew that Scarlet and Dr Payne were leading a crusade to protect the people, to push back the avalanche of crime and filth that threatened to overwhelm the civilised world. She'd seen the news and the papers. The red costumed Scarlet triumphant over another terrorist or a band of mutants. Try as she might though, Stacy could not shake the itch in her mind. When she thought about Scarlet Fox she felt her blood pounding in her skull and could sense something wavering at the corners of her vision, maddeningly just out of sight no matter how she twisted her head.
"Even, and its a big even, even if I was Butterscotch Fox, what could I do? They beat me once and if they can grind down the US then the EU should be a pushover" said Stacy
"Well, actually a stalemate favours us. Though ideally beating Scarlet's mad horde of deranged psychopaths and super powered monsters and liberating the nations of North America would be the preferred outcome" said Horst "So we only need a draw right now. The EU and US might disagree about a lot of things but when the chips are down the US has always come to our aid and I think we owe them a bit of help on this one"
"No offence but I think you have a long way to go before you can be sure of getting a draw" murmured Stacy
"Well then perhaps a little tour of the fortress will change your mind" said Horst standing up.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." stammered Stacy
"Sorry?" Horst looked confused "There is nothing to be sorry about, have you never heard the phrase a picture tells a thousand words?"
***
Horst stepped out of the elevator and led the way down a bare stone corridor. He drew a simple dark card from his pocket as he approached 2 guards wearing berets and dark grey uniforms. The guards stood before a heavy, riveted steel door. Stacy could not help notice that both guards had slightly raised the sub machineguns they carried as Horst handed over his card. One of the guards swiped the card and Horst put his hand on the wall. Apparently satisfied the guard barked something in German then both saluted and the door rumbled open. The corridor on the other side of the door was painted stark white and had dark wooden office doors at regular intervals along the walls. Horst walked along the corridor then turned right and entered a small office occupied by a elderly bookish looking man sat behind a desk and a set of computer monitors.
"Are they available Mr Muhle?" Asked Horst
"Indeed they are Colonel" he glanced past Horst, his eyes slithering hungrily over Stacy "The actual Butterscotch Fox, exemplary work colonel I did not really think even your Jaegers would recover her"
"I'll be sure to pass your comments to captain Stahl" said Horst dryly
"yes, well, probably no need for that, always a nice surprise being wrong!" stammered Muhle
"I still think you have the wrong girl" murmured Stacy
"Ah, of course, the damage done by the telepath, barbaric, but such ruthlessness from Vanessa Payne is sadly to be expected. She does not really understand what it takes to deal effectively with heroines" He raised a grey eyebrow "and er, your healing factor? Has the fox bane cleared from your system?" Asked Muhle
"Mr Muhle, it has been barely a week since we ended this young woman's ordeal" said Horst
Muhle shot a sour look at Horst "Indeed Colonel and I may be getting ahead of myself but I suspect that without constant suppression this woman's abilities will return at an exponential rate" He said rubbing his small hands together
"Save your theories for some other time Muhle we are not here to submit to tests and evaluations" said Horst "We are here to see Project Hlin"
Muhle threw a last look of hunger at Stacy then grudgingly acknowledged Horst's demand. He picked up a key card from the edge of his desk and pulled on a brown blazer. The trio exited the office and walked quickly along the corridor to meet a grey elevator door. Muhle muttered something to himself as he tapped a small pad set in the wall beside the elevator. Silently the door slid back into the wall and Muhle led Horst and Stacy into the elevator car.
The trio exited on the bottom floor to the faint sound of distant grunts and thumps which gradually increased in volume as they approached another heavily riveted door. Muhle fumbled under his sweater until he found the key card. He pressed the card against a small reader set above the door handle until he heard a sharp click then he returned the card and pushed open the door.
The trio entered a large well lit gymnasium. Various weights, punch bags and other items of sports equipment were stacked around the edges of the large room. A faint smell of fresh sweat hung in the air. Stacy glanced towards the source of the grunts to see a group of brightly coloured figures spinning, punching and kicking at one end of the gym.
"It's you!"
Instinctively Stacy glanced up to the source of the voice. A tall young woman floated in the air her short white skirt waving in the artificial breeze of the air conditioners. Behind and above her, hanging from the roof, were various obstacles clearly designed as some sort of aerial obstacle course. The girl wore white boots with a dazzling gold trim to just above her knees and matching bracers covered her forearms. The skirt was part of a white leotard top decorated with a golden sword motif that hung on the costume from the bottom of the girl's cleavage to the middle of her stomach. The sword's guard was in the design of wings which swept up across the bust of her costume as if supporting the ample breasts. A simple white mask framed soft blue eyes and a crown of dazzling, long blonde hair surrounded her head. She hung in mid air clasping her hands in front of her radiating an air of giddy excitement.
"It really is you" the girl murmured as Stacy realised this was first person she had met in the citadel without a German accent.
"Sovereign, would you mind coming down?" Said Muhle
The girl cast a dark look at Muhle but regained her composure as she drifted down to the ground. Landing just in front of Stacy, Sovereign reached out and clasped Stacy's shoulders. She spent a few moments searching Stacy's eyes, a look of sadness and concern quickly replaced the excitement
"Oh you poor thing, how could they do this to you, animals!" suddenly she threw her arms around Stacy and hugged her tightly. A surprising jolt of excitement rushed through Stacy as she felt Sovereign's breasts pressing against her own. "You've been through so much" she drew back and peered into Stacy's eyes again a serious frown on her face "I won't let anyone hurt you ever again!"
"Sovereign Girl is a Monsduggian survivor too" said Muhle who had clearly enjoyed the sight of the two young women embracing. "Though she was brought up in rural east England rather than an American military institute. We are very fortunate to have her"
Sovereign turned her frown from Muhle to look back at Stacy "The UK is perpetually suspicious of anything EU but I think they are even more worried about Canada and the Caribbean so they have seconded me" said Sovereign
"Suspicious they might be but they have put half of the royal navy at our clandestine disposal" said Horst "and, incidentally, it was a British assault ship, under cover of a visit to Kings Bay, that you were smuggled out of the states on" he said gesturing to Stacy.
" I never asked for you to go to this trouble" murmured Stacy.
"Worth it" said Sovereign "Don't you think chief?" She added glancing over Stacy's shoulder.
Stacy turned to find that the group of women who had been sparring when she entered the room had ceased their exercises and approached. A few of them were flushed from their exertions and were carrying towels or water bottles. They were all tall and athletic and as a group, clad in their brightly coloured costumes, seemed quite intimidating. Stacy glanced from person to person taking in the appraising stares each one tinged slightly with sadness can't be nice to be reminded of the price of failure she thought.
"Well it appears that Herr Muhle is not able to make introductions, please excuse him, he can become quite easily distracted" said a tall woman, her hard icy blue eyes accentuated by the black mask which framed them and flowed down her cheeks in long crescents. Above the mask, encircling her brow was a thin blue and black coronet. Long, pale, blonde hair flowed around her face and hung down past her shoulders contrasting with taut tanned skin. A small armoured bra wrapped around her back and lay open in the in the centre barely contained the luscious breasts. A similarly discrete thong left very little to the imagination. Both items were coloured bright blue fading to a dark midnight black at the edges and mirrored the long thigh high boot on the woman's right leg. The opposite leg maintained the colour theme but where the right was a solid 1 piece boot the left appeared to be made by the crisscrossing of two strands of figure hugging material that showed plenty of toned calf and thigh. The woman's bracers mirrored the odd design but switched sides so that the right arm was clad in the crisscross of material almost to the shoulder and the left arm had a solid long glove.
"Er, I said I'm Valkyrie?" said the woman holding out her hand
Stacy caught herself and suddenly felt embarrassed. Her mind had wandered terribly and she wondered how badly she had been staring what is wrong with me? she thought as she grabbed the offered hand. "I'm, er I'm sorry, it's just your uniform is a bit unusual, I've, erm, I've never seen anything like it" she stammered
"Well it's based on an old painting of Ragnarok, the Norse end of the world, it had this blue armoured woman swooping down to fight a sort of snake or dragon. The costume seemed a very clever idea when I asked for it but now I'm not so sure. On the upside you're never encumbered and most of my opponents seem to have become very easily distracted and, you know, when you're in as good shape as I am why not show it off" She looked down sheepishly "I was a bit of a late bloomer, something of a mythology geek too you could say" said Valkyrie as she put a hand on the shoulder of a green and blue costumed woman. The woman's outfit was slightly less revealing than Valkyrire's, a sea blue and emerald green crop top covered her chest and complimented the high cut thong. Short gold bracers wrapped around her olive skinned wrists. A small gold circlet sat above her dark eyes and a mass of jet black hair cascaded around the woman's head and over her shoulders.
"This is Tethys" said Valkyrie
"Pleased to meet you" said Tethys as she stepped forward before planting a rapid kiss on each cheek then a third on Stacy's left.
Valkyrie quickly introduced Athena, a well endowed brunette with violet coloured almond shaped eyes and wearing a purple and black full body leotard and similarly coloured boots and gloves, then she moved onto the final woman.
"Night Strike, the uniform is a bit of a homage to Night Angel, I can't believe they murdered her like that" she scowled menacingly "Violent fox is going to pay"
"Violet Fox is ill, mentally damaged due to a vicious and sustained torture and manipulation, it's no wonder she cracked, she deserves pity and help" said Athena
"Regardless of what she was she's a rabid dog now" said Valkyrie coldly "No matter how faithful a dog used to be, if it goes rabid, there is only one thing you can do, and that is to put it down"
***
A red drop slowly swelled, elongating into a droplet as it got bigger until it broke free and fell to join the slowly expanding brown stain. A few moments passed before another drop began to inexorably form.
"Still bleeding after 2 hours? Shit, you must really be hurt bad"
Power Angel looked up from under matted lashes, her right eye was swollen almost shut from the livid blue and purple bruise circling it. As she attempted to glare at her tormentor the latest red drop fell from her nostril and joined the stain on her once pristine uniform. Heavy manacles secured her arms above her head and held her upright against the cold wall. Power Angel was well aware that in her current state tissue paper could have done the job as effectively as the cold heavy metal.
"Finish it traitor" she slurred through swollen lips
With a swift lunge Violet Fox sprung forward grabbing a handful of blonde hair and yanking her captive's head back against the cell wall.
"You stupid blind cunts still try to judge me! After all I've done to try to help you understand the truth! After all I've done to save this country from the greed and corruption, from the rapists and murderers! I have finally brought order and obedience! Out of the ashes of your decadent cesspool a new nation will rise, a kingdom no, no, men have fucked this country for far too long! a Queendom of justice and order and humility!" Screamed Violet
Power Angel ground her teeth in agony, Violet's hair pulling had forced her to flinch and she could feel splintered ribs grinding inside her body. She tried to look at her captor and immediately wished she hadn't. Gone was the noble heroine who had fought to protect the weak and to build a better tomorrow. The noble woman who had singlehandedly halted the shadow-mire invasion had vanished. All that could be seen in the once soft, comforting brown eyes of Violet Fox were the raging fires of madness and psychosis. Violet let go of the clump of hair and suddenly stalked away towards the cell door. Instead of leaving she flopped down heavily on the unused bed.
"You know, after Night Angel, they took Pearl away from me! Can you believe it? I did everything they asked and they pull this shit? That bitch Scarlet is just like her brain dead cunt sister, she wants to control me, the little fat titted bitch thinks she owns the place" she turned back to Power Angel "but once you come to your senses I'll have the beginnings of my own army, we'll show them what we can do down here and then we'll fix the rest of the world" she smiled sweetly as she stood up and walked back to stand in front of Power Angel "What do you say Angel?"
Power Angel slowly sucked in a breath wincing again as the shards of her ribs slid against each other "Fuck you you mad bitch" she growled.
Violet's face froze around her smile turning it into a terrible rictus which she held for long minutes. Surely she didn't really think I would accept thought Power Angel. She raised her eyes to look at Violet's terrifying grin and her blood ran cold. A twitching flickered at the corner of Violet's cheek as she processed the answer again and again inside her head. Maybe the old Violet is still in there thought Power Angel
"THAT'S THE WRONG ANSWER WHORE!" screamed Violet suddenly launching herself forward. Furiously she pummelled Power Angel's chest and belly, arms pistoning back and forth like pile driversinto the already damaged midriff.
"You fucking cunt you always thought you were better than me!" screamed Violet
Power Angel could do nothing but shudder under each rapid fire blow, unable to draw breath into her ruined torso for the splintering pain. Her mouth moved wordlessly in silent agony.
"Cunt! Slut! Whore!" Screamed the thrashing Violet
Power Angel could taste the hard coppery tang of blood long before a glut fountained over her ruby lips to drench her already stained uniform.
"Bitch! Tramp! Oh for fuck sake! look at the mess you are making" Violet suddenly ceased her mid section assault and grabbed the long pale neck of the delirious, haemorrhaging heroine "oh you're fine, still got a pulse. I'll send someone down with a mop to tidy this up then we can talk some more" she declared as she clapped her hands and spun around.
***
"I don't understand why you think you need me?" said Stacy "Even if I was the person you say I was, I'm not her anymore and she lost, that's me all over a loser. You have Valkyrie and Night Strike and Sovereign what possible difference could I make?"
"Your powers are definitely seeping back and seeping back fast, a girl your size should not be able to bench 80 kilograms" said Horst "Muhle theorises that your healing factor will cause a cascade speeding your recovery and helping to weaken your false memories"
"That doesn't explain why you need me" said Stacy
Horst sighed "We can put 5 heroines in the field, we have a few more in training and we could rush maybe another 3 or 4 into action in an emergency" he leaned forward and looked intensely into Stacy's eyes "Scarlet grafted your powers onto herself, then she has her 3 science experiments gone wrong, Ebony, Pearl and Jade, individually our girls could take them but put them together and they are much more than the sum of their parts. She also has the parasite infested body of Silver Fox who is now basically a dancing homicidal marionette which she calls Crystal Fox. Crystal qualifies as an above critical threat since we theorise it would take at least 3 of our heroines to bring her down. Scarlet also has Violet fox one of the most experienced and relentless heroines ever produced by the old Institute. That's 6 right away which leaves us outnumbered from the get go but on top of that she has a stock of clones, the remains of the things she made out of your stolen bio matter. She calls the clones Fox Hounds, delightfully hilarious of her suggesting that the women of the institute were dogs and also that they were vermin to be exterminated for sport. She dresses them in a red and white parody of her own ostentatious costume. We don't know how many of these she has, probably a small regiment's worth. We have simulated engagements with Fox hounds and the girls can usually beat odds of 3 to 1. Scarlet has probably upwards of a thousand so the only thing we can field seriously, in numbers against those, are our Jaegers who, while sporting some bionics, vat grown muscle and state of the art coilguns are still outclassed by virtue of not being unfeeling expendable clones. In all this Scarlet is the key, your genetic legacy might be the key to neutralising her down, quite apart from providing us with a second monsduggian"
"You said Scarlet was or is my sister, why would my sister do this to me? Why would anyone do something this twisted?" asked Stacy
"Because she is twisted, she was 100% human, she wasn't born with super powers and she blamed you for a mere accident of birth. She created a fantasy world where you destroyed her family, despite the years of problems that led to her parents' breakup. She was the poor little princess in the tower and you were the ogre ruining everything. She blamed you when ever she stamped her foot and didn't get what she wanted. Pretty soon everything was your fault and that's when she decided to focus on making your life hell. That's when she found institute reject Vanessa Payne, another perpetual victim, peddling generic wellness drugs from a run down lab in Somerset"
"I can understand that feeling unloved would drive someone to desperation" murmured Stacy
"But she wasn't unloved, she was spoiled and greedy. She always wanted more. Now she has become a catastrophic threat because if she can't have something she destroys it. We have very thorough files on her and believe me the EU much prefers diplomacy to a fight with a super-powered north America, but even the most blinkered ministers have realised that it is just not going to work" said Horst, he leaned back in his chair watching Stacy as she chewed her bottom lip, emerald green eyes darting back and forth as she wrestled with yet more information. Her mind still felt that insistent little itch.
A frantic knocking suddenly broke the tension, followed by the shuffling form of Muhle "Ah Colonel, Miss, er, Fox, I really do need some blood samples and if it is not too much trouble, if I could take a small tissue swab of your breast? I want to make a comparison with Sovereign Girl, if we can isolate the mechanism which grants you flight then perhaps we can move closer to grafting that power onto the human members of the project"
He bustled towards the table and placed his dull black bag on the desk.
"Do please come in Mr Muhle, make yourself at home, perhaps I could fetch you a coffee?" Growled Horst
"Yes, that would be..."Muhle caught the look in Horst's eyes "erm, this is not a good time?"
"To clarify, this fortress is under my command, it is not your private institute, you will observe the correct formalities or your assistants will find a sudden director level job opening" said Horst icily
Stacy watched as Muhle ground his teeth in a poorly concealed show of frustration "of course colonel, excuse my familiarity, however since I am now here perhaps a small blood sample?" He looked askingly at Stacy
Stacy glanced from the clearly annoyed Horst to the leering Muhle then stuck out her arm "Please be quick doctor" she said
"He's not a doctor, possibly a professor would be appropriate, here he is a research director" said Horst flatly
"I prefer composer of the genetic symphony myself" murmured Muhle as he swabbed Stacy's arm. He raised a small syringe and pushed the needle into Stacy's arm. With a bright snap the needle broke. "My apologies this happens sometimes" he reached for a second syringe and pressed the same against Stacy's arm until the needle bent.
"Problem Muhle?" Asked Horst
Muhle sighed "it appears that this young lady has recovered sufficiently for her skin to become resistant to surgical steel, I anticipated this but did not think it would happen this quickly, the rate of recovery is certainly accelerating. I have some diamentium needles in my lab, it, erm, it can wait, it is not important"
"How does this accelerated physical recovery affect the mental trauma doctor?" Asked Horst, Muhle's interruption suddenly forgotten.
"At this stage it is impossible to say and to be frank psionics are not my specialty. My guess is that it will degrade the telepath's false memories but I cannot say if they will degrade sufficiently to allow the originals to re assert themselves"
"So we need time for our guest to recover fully is what you are saying" said Horst "Time which is in increasingly short supply" he held up his tablet to show a newspaper headline proudly declaring Lady Protector Scarlet Fox unites Canada, America and Mexico into the Federation of Usonia in fight against terror.
***
Stacy pushed open the door to her room and walked through, reaching for the door key in her the rear pocket of her dark fatigues. She stopped and let the door slowly close under its own weight as her eyes fell on the seated form of Sovereign Girl. Sovereign sat looking mildly bored twisting a strand of her dazzling golden hair.
"I thought they were going to hog you all day!" She chirped as Stacy entered the room
"The door was locked, how did you get in here?" Asked Stacy, surprising herself at the challenge in her voice
"Gravity is optional for us" she said, a raised eyebrow confirming that she was also surprised at the tone of challenge "we can fly" she added when Stacy returned a blank look "Sweet goddess they really did a number on you"
"People keep saying that" sighed Stacy "and I think Horst has some boyhood crush on me, he's very protective, I think he wants me to save the world"
"He's a bit straight laced, non shocker, Austrian army colonel is a stickler for formality, but I think he is basically a good guy. He saw you fight a monster in Algeria when he was teenager and it made an impression on him but he's, not a dumb spellbound teenager. For one thing he clearly does not trust Muhle as far as he could throw him and that wins him a lot of points with the team" said Sovereign
"I thought it might just be me, Muhle makes me feel quite uneasy, he always seems to be looking at me" whispered Stacy
Sovereign frowned then shrugged "Well, Muhle used to work on the British meta human research project, he worked with Vanessa Payne on it until there was some falling out and Payne vanished. I only met her a couple of times, I was quite young when I went to the research labs, she was even worse than Muhle though. You'd be standing in front of her naked and she had this look of hate in her eyes while she trotted out this shit about teenage girls being useless and how we should be grateful for the chance she was giving us. They'd call it grooming these days. Girls just used to disappear. She was horrid"
"My aunt used to say the same thing, well, Horst says she was my jailer not my aunt" Stacy clutched her head "it's all so confusing and I keep feeling like I need to scratch, in my head, like an itch in my mind?"
"It's not confusing for me. I never watched cartoons growing up, being 11 and being able to fly kind of takes the fun out of Sponge Bob, I watched the news. Saturday morning I would sit in front of the tv glued to a BBC report on how this supergirl or that supergirl had swooped in to save the day" Sovereign looked down at the floor "You were always my favourite, I had a VHS cassette ready for whenever Butterscotch Fox would drop from the sky like some bright golden thunder bolt to smash up the killbots or beat down the terrorists or pacify the latest alien menace. If it wasn't for you there would be no Karcharon treaty and 2 races might have wiped each other out"
Stacy could only stand dumbfounded listening to Sovereign's hero worship. Sovereign's crystal blue eyes were now locked on her own and a gentle flush of red was expanding from her chest up her neck to meet her reddening cheeks. Stacy could feel heat building in her own face. Despite her frantic thoughts that she had to change the subject Sovereign's large pert breasts and long tanned legs kept drawing her attention and breaking her concentration.
"That is not the history of Butterscotch fox that I heard. Gina, the tv, the papers back home, they all said the old heroines were all sex crazed sluts, spreading their legs and flopping on their backs at every opportunity. Bungling, collateral damage causing whores I heard them called, propping up corrupt corporations and fraudsters" said Stacy
Sovereign cocked her head "But that doesn't make any sense. If they were just sex maniacs they would have dropped the whole heroine thing and just gone clubbing every night, you heard Valkyrie" Sovereign spun on the spot "With bodies like these why not show them off, or do you think the anorexic clothes hanger bodies that fill the girls' magazines are a better example? Should kids be sticking their fingers down their throats to show a bit of rib cage and sitting quietly in a corner with their poor empty heads? No it sounds to me like your aunt wanted docile little lambs, all the easier to groom for her sick games" Sovereign flopped down on the end of bed "My dad, well my foster dad, had a saying 'breed with lambs and you get sheep' then he made me promise not to become a sheep"
She glanced up at Stacy" You're no sheep either, if you were, Scarlet could have just grabbed some dna and attacked the institute, she had to shatter your team and take you off the board, she knows you would have stopped her if she'd played fair" Sovereign stood up and stared into Stacy's bright green eyes "I meant it, I won't let anyone hurt you again, there are too few of us left, we're a precious commodity" she whispered as she drew her fingers across Stacy's taut stomach.
"Sovereign, I, thanks, I" Stacy could feel her head spinning
"Oh" Sovereign pulled her hand back and stepped away "Sorry, caught up in the moment, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, silly after all you have been through and here I am cutting loose with my girl crush, I'd better mmph!"
Stacy's spinning mind suddenly focused and propelled her forward to plant a kiss on Sovereign's thick red lips. For a moment Sovereign could only pout in shock as Stacy's soft warm lips caressed her own but she recovered quickly. She reached up and cupped Stacy's face with her delicate hands, running them back across Stacy's scalp to grab handfuls of thick blonde hair. Stacy responded by running her hands down Sovereign's taught sides and across her thighs. She tugged Sovereign's skirt up while Sovereign yanked up Stacy's olive tank top to expose the large firm breasts, nipples already dark and erect.
Quickly Sovereign slithered down into Stacy's cleavage and kissed her way across Stacy's left breast until she reached the nipple, her warm moist tongue slid around the erect nub teasing and caressing it before Sovereign's firm lips enveloped it as she began to nip and to suck
Stacy gripped Sovereign's head tight to her breast as waves of pleasure washed through her until she collapsed sideways onto the bed dragging Sovereign with her. The pair drew level again as they fell onto the duvet and kissed hungrily, Sovereign's fine fingers holding Stacy's head and drawing through her hair before she raked her nails across Stacy's back. Determined to repay the masterful breast fondling Stacy drew her hand down the front of Sovereign's white costume until she reached the crotch. Her determined fingers slipped past the taut, damp fabric and she grinned at the gasp of excitement her partner made when she slid her fingers past the soft welcoming lips. With her free hand Stacy pulled the mewling Sovereign close and continued to work her fingers on the young blonde. Blue sparkling eyes met green glittering emerald as Sovereign shrieked and shuddered in orgasm. Stacy held tight to the juddering Sovereign, her soaking fingers darting inside the blonde as she finished her climax.
Sovereign gave one last gasp of enjoyment before rolling on top of Stacy "That will take some repaying, but I think I'm up to the challenge" she whispered.
Sovereign was already sliding down Stacy's body, her tongue tracing lines across each nipple in turn before she worked her way down to the flat stomach. Her hands worked frantically on the buttons of Stacy's fatigues before she could finally tear the dark camo pants down. Sovereign gave a final mischievous glance up before plunging her face down into Stacy's sopping crotch. Her nimble tongue caressed Stacy's lips and circled the engorged clit drawing moans of pleasure from the heaving blonde. Sovereign's fingers joined her tongue sliding into Stacy and teasing her moist sex.
"Deeper..... harder" whimpered Stacy now almost paralyzed by the waves of ecstasy that jolted a body which had been denied a satisfactory release for almost 8 years.
Sovereign slipped more fingers into Stacy's sopping snatch, pumping and flexing them as she reached back between her own legs with her free hand. She bit and chewed on Stacy's gushing cunt, tongue flicking over and into the gaping slit.
"fuck, FUCK FUUUUUCCKKKKKK!" Screamed Stacy, bucking as a massive orgasm tore through her.
The sight of Stacy bucking coupled with the flood of sweet warm juices that sprayed across her face tipped Sovereign over the edge and she shrieked her own joy as another powerful orgasm tore through her. Panting, sweat slicked and dizzy Sovereign pulled herself up onto her elbows
"Much better than the day dreams in the shower" she giggled "Stacy? Stacy?!!!" frantically Sovereign shook Stacy's still body.
***
Stacy opened her eyes and reached up to clutch her head. She glanced around but could see no further than the wide circle of light in which she was lay. As she climbed to her feet she rubbed her eyes and tried to recall what had happened. A flush of heat filled her as the image of Sovereign looking up at her came to mind. A scrape of stone suddenly broke the silence and she noticed a small pile of shattered bricks lay just inside the circle of light. Another clunk of stone hitting stone pierced the silence followed by the soft clicking of unused joints stretching and then joined by the clack of boot heels. Stacy realised what was happening moments before the dark caramel boots touched the light followed swiftly by the caramel leotard, shining blonde hair and sad green eyes.
"You're me aren't you, like they all say I was" said Stacy
"I'm just a bunch of memories" said Butterscotch Fox "the bit of us that remembers before Regan, or Scarlet Fox as she calls herself now, beat us and turned us over to Payne as a play thing. I never thought we'd break the wall that Ebony put up"
"Ebony? I don't, I don't" murmured Stacy. She had been about to say that she did not understand but she could remember a black clad girl with alabaster skin staring down on her.
"That' right Ebony is the telepath, you remember her now" said Butter with a slight smile
Stacy touched her temple "It's like a dream, it's like I just woke up from some horrible nightmare" Her eyes flicked up to Butterscotch Fox but met only darkness
"Butter?" She called, then immediately felt foolish. She strode across to the scattered brickwork then stooped to pick up a brick. She crushed it easily in one hand. Glancing down she smiled as she took in the figure hugging caramel and gold costume.
***
"Stacy! Stacy! Goddess what have I done, Stacy!" Sovereign's sweat matted hair clung to her face and her red swollen eyes poured a flood of tears down her blushing cheeks "Stacy please, please wake up" she whimpered as she cradled Stacy's still head against her chest.
"I'm okay Sovereign" Stacy murmured from the depths of Sovereign’s cleavage
"You massive bitch! You scared the shit out of me!" Sovereign planted a hurried kiss on Stacy's head "Stacy look I'm"
"Don't call me that" said Stacy climbing to her feet
"What?" Said Sovereign confusion filling her features
"Don't call me Stacy. My name is Butterscotch Fox" Butter grinned "Or Butter to my friends"
Butter leaned down to look the confused Sovereign in the eye and grinned "That's a hell of a tongue you have there missy, I don't think I could have broken Ebony's wall without you" She stood back up, tussled Sovereign's hair then winked "Now, about Scarlet Fox"