Scarlet Vixen

[swrazor]

The Scarlet Vixen

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then he moved south...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Says who?" John exclaims.

"Says me." The female answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's title? The Scarlet Vixen...

A few weeks later...

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Excuse me. Ms.?"

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

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

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

It is a fight the girl eventually loses...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Buuuu I..." She sleepily questions.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*******

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