Cobalt Fox and Splendor

Literotic asexstories – Cobalt Fox and Splendor by MikeBlack,MikeBlack
Cobalt Fox

Lord Magus sat. His hands put together with his thumbs pressed hard against his chin. His 10,000 dollar, custom made, black-smoke grey William Fioravanti suit did nothing for his 6″10 muscle bound frame but make him look even more sinister and frightening while he was seated in his throne-like dark crimson chair.

“He’s going to kill me…”

Dr. Black thought to himself while standing and looking at the monitor. The very presence of Magus sitting behind him felt like a weight around his soul.

“I promised him that Foxy be unconscious, and strapped face-down on a gurney by now.. and..”

The Doctor looked up into the 82 inch HD screen overhead, and it wasn’t transmitting an image of The Cobalt Fox lying unconscious on the floor in real time. Besides the heavy gloom from the mammoth monitor the two men were staring into, awaiting their target to appear on it for over an hour, the room was as dark as Dr. Black felt. The small, mousey man turn to Magus to say something, though he didn’t know what.

“Don’t worry, she’ll show anytime now….”

maybe?

“Wow, I’m sorry Lord Magus. Looks like the nearly 5 million dollars you invested into my elaborate trap to capture Cobalt Fox has failed…”

perhaps?

No words came out when he slowly turned to look at Magus. Dr. Black only stared into Magus’s dark, blue eyes that were set deep into his strikingly nordic face. Eyes that said

“…I’m going to kill you…”

all to clearly.

Then with a quick jerk, Magus lurched forward. His eyes now open wide with a sudden and predatory hunger. Dr. black coiled back and tensed up for a blow that didn’t come. He looked upon the massive, now standing man to see that his ravenous eyes were fixed on the screen. He turned to see, at last, his mark was slowly creeping through the door of the bayside warehouse. Usually, the sight of The Cobalt Fox in her shiny cobalt blue thong bikini, black utility belt, boots, and tiny black eye-mask didn’t make him feel like the end of the world had just been called off.

“You saved my life tonight, Foxy.”

Dr. Black thought to himself.

“And now I get to reward you with an ass-load of pain..”

The stealthy heroine more glided than walked across the chipped concrete floor of the huge and poorly lit warehouse, with only a few creaking, swaying lights 40 feet above her to guide her path, the voluptuous champion of the moved with great apprehension, as if she knew this was a trap. Perhaps she did. From His and Dr. Black’s location, a room inside the same warehouse, Lord Magus pressed a button on a remote in his hand. Slowly zooming the high powered camera hidden in the warehouse’s ceiling to make her sizable and shapely ass and thighs take up the entire 82 inch screen.

“My guess is…”

the boom of Lord Magus’s voice caused Dr. Black to jolt a bit.

“Her and the rest of those heroines….”

Magus paused for a few seconds in order to move the camera onto cobalt’s ample breast as the heroine spun around to see where that slight noise had come from. Her bountiful chest barely held in by her bikini top’s tightness, her nipples and areola barely covered by it.

“….friendly.. is to throw us ‘bad guys’ off our game.”

the camera slowly lowers to zoom in on Cobalt’s curvy yet strong bbw body. Huge E cup breast. Thick full ass. Long blonde hair. The beauty was in her late twenties or early thirties, and was a bbw lovers dream come true.

“If you see something like this wonderfully thick woman, dressed like a space-age hooker rushing at you, you quickly forget that you’re robbing a bank. Or trying to extort the government for millions of dollars…”

“Yes.. she is a sexy…”

Dr. Black started to say

“How much longer?”

Magus said, cutting the Doctor off before he could finish his thought.

Magus had no time for Black’s opinion of her.

“Ahhh… all we have to do now is wait for her to walk under the special light i set up.”

Dr. Black replied.

“Good… Good.. I want to watch the Cobalt Fox fry for a bit before she goes down..”

Cobalt continued her investigation of the warehouse. The two men watch from the dark room like sports fans from premium box seats.

“that’s it, Cobalt..”

Dr. black said under his breath.

“just a little more to the left..and… NOW!”

The Doctor pulled out a small, black metal device from his lab coat pocket. his short, stubby index finger pressed a red button that was positioned right below a black nob that is numbered 1 through 10. Then, Seamlessly on the other side of the screen, The Cobalt Fox’s body jerked and all at once went stiff as a wooden paddle. The duel attack from the sonic blasters from the speakers hidden in all four of the warehouse corners and the intense energy ray streaming out of the light beam directly above her caused the heroine to lock up and slightly jiggle with a mind-numbing pain. Magus smiles as he watched one of his archenemy suffering. Her ass, hips, and thighs quivered along with her breast.

“turn it up..”

Magus commanded the Doctor. The Doctor gladly turned the black nob from 1 to 3. Cobalt’s eyes widen as the pain thrusted itself up her spine and into her head. Her ears rung loudly with the sound of her own silent screams. Her mouth went from being tightly closed to open in an expression of agony and panic.

“again..”

ordered Magus coldly.

3 to 7. The Fox looked as though she was going to explode from the pain. Her body a virtual blur of convulsions. Her eyes rolled as far as they could go into the back of her head. The men smiled and laughed as the tortured heroines ordeal continued until…

“okay.. let her drop..”

Lord Magus ordered.

The Doctor lifted his finger from the button. The two villains watched with great enjoyment as The Cobalt Fox dropped to the ground with a thud that sounded like someone dropping a heavy weight onto a soft bed. Cobalt’s eyes rolled for a moment under their closed lids. The heroine moaned for only a second while her thick legs bent at the knee and fell spread open. Her body covered in sweat as if she just ran a 10k race in a matter of minutes. Her arms stretched out over her head, her body motionless. The attack leaving her unconscious, captured, and defeated.

“WE DID IT!!!!”

Dr. Black yelled out in true elation, Pumping his fist up and down in a show of sadistic victory.

“THE COBALT FOX IS OURS!”

Lord Magus

Nobody promised Lori Mathews that being a reporter by day and super-heroine by night would be easy. In fact, nobody had promised her anything about being a super-heroine, because nobody had asked her to do it. Being The Cobalt Fox was something she had decided to do on her own. Sometimes when she found herself in a real jam, she wondered why she started doing it at all. This was one of those times.

“Wake up Fox, you’ve slept enough, for now.”

She’d recognize that deep resonant malicious voice as she stirred wake.

“Magus..”

She said as she pulled against her bounds. She was facedown on a table with her body stretched out completely, her wrists tightly bound in leather shackles above her head. Her ankles were tightly bound in leather shackles below. She felt a wide leather belt across her lower back right above her ass that ran under the table to hold her in place. She felt her breast dangling freely from two openings in the table top. Around her buttock she felt something elastic trenching down into her ass and around her hips.

Unsophisticated giggling arose from behind her. She’d recognized that horrible voice as well.

“Dr. Black.”

Cobalt Fox said with distain. She knew the sight of her ample ass twisting from side to side as she fought to free herself was making his micro-penis as hard as it was able to get.

“Struggle all you want to get free, Foxy..”

Dr. Black said

“But it’s pointless. You’re ours. Not that I’m not enjoying watching you try.”

Dr. Black said in laughter that was amplified by Magus’s laughter joining in.

“So the two of you have finally teamed up to take me down I see.”

Said The Cobalt Fox.

On the outside she was as cool as a Century City night in October, but inside her mind was panicked and racing.

“Shit! They got me right where they want me. I’m helpless!”

She thought to herself. Her body ached and her head throbbed. Whatever they used to put her out was nasty and effective.

“I wouldn’t call what is happening between Dr. Black and myself a team-up, Fox…”

Cobalt Fox’s blood ran cold as Magus rubbed his large palm across her still wiggling ass cheeks. The villain then lifted up the elastic band fitted across the center of her buttocks up fully, and let it free. The rubber band snapped down on her rear end with a loud rigid CRACK! Her ass and hips went from twisting side to side in an effort to escape to bouncing wildly up and down in an exhibition of pain. In the five years of being a vigilante, Lori had found herself captured by the bad guys more than once. Her ass cheeks had been caned, spanked, used, and even electrified. But this….THIS was a whole new level of sadistic pain Magus was using on her. Her eyes closed tight as she fought the urge to scream out in agony.

“I’d call it a successful business arrangement.”

Magus finished his statement just as Cobalt Fox’s eyes were starting to open back up to see Dr. Black standing in front of her. His face grinning cruelly as he bent down under the table. She felt the familiar stickiness of electro pads being placed on the sides of her breast. Dr. Black stood back up, but not before groping her helpless tits. Then walked back behind her. She felt the doctor’s small hands spread her ass cheeks open. The Fox twisted again with renewed fury as she felt him pop a small lubricated oval shaped piece of metal into her asshole. Once her ass cheeks were allowed to close, she felt that there was a wire leading out of it into god knows what. She lost that renew fury once Magus pull the elastic band up and released it again, and again, her ass and hips bounced up and down in complete agony. Cobalt Fox buried her face down into the top of the table to try and hide her eyes, which were growing red and wet. Magus forced his hand under her chin and lifted it up, forcing her to look up at him.

“That all you got?”

Said the heroine. Unable to stop the tears from streaming down her face.

“Luckily for you I’m not trying to actually brake any of your beautiful skin open. Just want to repay some of the pain you’ve caused me over the years with pain. You’d fetch a lower price if I put you on the auction block with cuts and scrapes.”

Magus said while tilting the heroines weaken head side to side to get a better look at her.

“So I’m to be sold then? Wouldn’t be the first time…”

The Fox said weakly but defiantly.

“But this time will be the last..”

Magus said, letting the heroine’s face free to drop back to the table.

“Put her out, Black.”

Magus ordered the Doctor. Dr. Black cruelly smiled and pressed a yellow button on the chrome silver box in the palm of his other hand. The wires that were leading from the electro pads on the sides of the Fox’s breast and the wire that was coming from between her ass cheeks were attached to it. With a sudden buzzing sound the Cobalt Fox’s body jerked up once, and then became completely motionless, The blast of energy from the box sending her back into unconsciousness.

SPLENDOR

SPLENDOR was exhausted. The last of her energy ran out just as she started to hear the hissing of gas. The combination of fighting wave after wave of henchmen, using all her agility and strength to escape death trap after death trap, and using all her mental vigor to resist a series of brainwashing attempts on her had left her with zero in the tank. She was defeated, and she knew it.

The back of her right hand pressed against her forehead. She swooned like a spinning top that was losing its centrifugal force and was on its way to falling over. All she could do was fall backwards to the ground with a moan as the vented hoses in the floorboards cranked out volumes of vaporized sleep.

SPLENDOR’s eyes fluttered again as the sound of a record needle hitting vinyl came over the wall mounted speaker. Her head slowly tilted back and forth as John Philip Sousa’s STARS AND STRIPES FOREVER began to play loudly through the speaker box.

“Do you like the bedtime music I picked out for you SPLENDOR?”

Mr. Smoke’s voice said through the speaker. His tone gloating. His voice sounded distorted over the music.

“Thank you so very much for doing exactly what I planned for you to do…”

The crashing of cymbals and horn blast were whirling and twisting in her brain.

“You decided to fight your way to this room for hours. I knew you’d be SPENT by the time you got here!”

Mr. Smoke said with glee.

The mixture of gas and exhaustion had left her mind in an expanding black void. A few fading colors popped in and just as quickly dissolved with each new sound from the music or Mr. Smoke’s voice, both of which only sounded like sonic slush at this point in her sedation. The beautiful and patriotic BBW super-heroine’s American flag bikini covered body laid unmoving with its eyes closed in a preverbal bath of red, white, and blue knockout gas.

“Oh, and I made the knockout gas the same colors as that flag you love so much, just to add insult to injury. Even though you can’t see it in your current state, trust me, it’s as patriotic as you are pathetic!”

laughed Mr. Smoke into the microphone.

“Goodnight SPLENDOR, you’re FINISHED!”

Said Mr. Smoke in triumph as the defeated Heroine slipped fully into unconsciousness.

Mr. Smoke waited a few more minutes before turning on the suction vents in the knockout gas room that was specifically designed for this part of his trap. He knew SPLENDOR was toast, but he just liked the idea of having complete power over her sexy thick body. She’d be there sucking down the gas as long as he wanted her to be. Months of planning and retrofitting this old down-town abandoned building had paid off. SPLENDOR fell for it. Hook, line and sinker. Spread a false rumor that the missing Cobalt Fox was being held here to various criminals in the city’s underworld, and wait. Before too long SPLENDOR had beaten the false information out of some low-level villain and she came to the rescue.

The powerful suction vents came on with a loud CLAIN! A sound loud enough that it would have startled a room full of people. SPLENDOR didn’t even slightly twitch a muscle. Within a minute. The powerful suction vents had fully aspirated the room of all the knockout gas. The music abruptly stopped playing and the large mechanical door that had dropped down behind SPLENDOR went she walked into it during her doomed rescue attempt of the Cobalt Fox opened. The smiling Mr. Smoke and two of his henchmen that had been spared SPLENDOR’s wrath in order to wheel in a gurney with him at this point in his plan walked in with him to collect the deeply sedated heroine. The Polynesian-American woman was sprawled out on the floor. Her legs spread open with the left leg bent at the knee. Her arms stretched over her head. Her shiny American Flag bikini, white utility belt, and white thigh high boots were a perfect and erotic contrast to her dark brown skin and Her long, jet black curly hair. Smoke got on his belly between SPLENDOR’s legs and placed his chin on her pussy. He looked up at the mounts of her breast before reaching his hands up to grip her tits at their base. He then gently shook them from side to side.

“Are you impressed that I designed a whole building around capturing you, SPLENDOR?”

Mr. Smoke said to the unconscious woman. He was dressed in his usual dark grey spandex bodysuit with matching full-head see-through hood. This was perfect for getting away into the Smoke or gas he would create during his crimes. It had saved him from being captured by law enforcement and heroines alike many times. His henchmen all wore the same outfit to cause even more confusion.

“Each floor designed with a different perilous situation, in order to make you think you were on the right track..”

Mr. Smoke then started to jiggle SPLENDOR’s breast up and down in his palms before continuing to explain the trap she had fallen into.

“First the henchmen, then the death traps, the brain washing, and then finally….”

Mr. Smoke stopped fondling the bbw heroine’s E cup breast. He grabbed her bikini top and pull the fabric covering her tits to their sides, allowing her giant breasts to flop out before flicking her nipples with enough enthusiasm to make them grow hard.

“Nite-nite! Too worn out to do anything else but succumb to my gas!”

Mr. Smoke got on his hands and knees and crawled over the top of the Heroine. His stiff, dark grey spandex covered cock was only inches above her defeated womanhood. He lifted SPLENDOR’s right eyelid open and then switched over to the left one to examine just how deep into unconsciousness his gas had put her. Her eyes were completely rolled back into their sockets. Mr. Smoke looked back at his henchmen with a smile on his face from under his hood.

“Wonderful news gentleman! I left her ass in here so long the gas put her into a mini-coma! She’ll be out for almost 24 hours!”

The henchmen laughed at SPLENDOR’s humiliation.

“Okay get her loaded up for transport. I got a call to make.”

Said Mr. Smoke. He swiped his palm across the heroines breast with just enough force to make them jiggle before standing up and walking out of the room. The two henchmen wheeled the gurney next to the sedated bbw beauty and press levers on the front and back of it in unison to lower it down. They straighten her body out, lifted the heroine up from her knees and around her waist to put her sleeping form on top of the padded gurney, face up. Her breast bounced as they returned the gurney to its normal height.

“Say…”

Said one of the henchmen as they started to strap the heroine down.

“Where did the S man get all this money to pull this off? I don’t remember him pulling a lick this big.”

“He didn’t pay for any of this…”

Said his partner while helping him with the last of the straps.

“Magus did.”

Mr. Smoke

“Well?…”

Magus’s voice had always made Mr. Smoke jump a little bit out of is dark grey spandex bodysuit every time he heard it, even over the cellphone, Mr. Smoke felt like Magus’s voice was coming from behind him and that Magus was getting ready to snap his neck.

“SPLENDOR is captured and sedated Lord Magus. We are packing her up for transport now.”

If Mr. Smoke’s answer to Magus’s question was anything different from the one he gave, Magus WOULD snap his neck.

“Good, Smoke. Glad my financial investment in you and Dr. Black paid off…”

Magus’s statement made Mr. Smoke smile from under his spandex face hood.

“For both your sakes…”

Smokes smile disappeared as Magus’s menacing tone returned to remind Smoke that Dr. Black and himself were still on a life and death trial basis. Their perfect execution of Magus’s plan being the deciding factor.

“So Cobalt Fox is captured as well?”

Mr. Smoke inquired, the smile returned to his face.

“Black, you pulled it off, you son of a bitch!”

Smoke thought to himself.

“Oh yes. MY plan worked perfectly. Cobalt Fox and SPLENDOR have been completely neutralized. Century City is mine.”

“Don’t you mean ours?” Mr. Smoke wanted to say, but he knew better.

“What about other heroines? I’m sure the likes of NightWoman or Red Bolt won’t let the disappearance…”

“I’m aware that capturing The Fox and SPLENDOR will come with challenges, Smoke. And I am prepared for those challenges.”

Magus said in a warning tone, letting Mr. Smoke know his question was annoying, and it be best if Smoke changed the subject.

“Of course Lord Magus. I will have SPLENDOR delivered to the drop off point with in the hour…”

Magus hung up on the other line without another word. Mr. Smoke pressed on the small cellular device that was hidden in his ear under his hood and walked out of the room and entered into the building’s hall towards the back door exit. His henchmen were already hard at work removing the traps and evidence of what the building was retrofitted for now that all of the work had done its job. It would be easier just to blow that building up, but also alert the authorities, and other heroines, into discovering what it was used for.

Smoke walked out of the back door of the building into the late night air of Century City. He wanted to pull his face hood off to breathe in some fresh air, but fought the urge. He smirked as he saw his two right-hand Henchman getting ready to load up the gurney carrying SPLENDOR’s beautiful BBW body into the back of a black Cargo van. Smoke walked up next to the gurney and looked down at his captive with his hands on his hips. Her eyes were closed. SPLENDOR still had her American flag styled bikini on. Her voluptuous and busty figure was bound firmly down to the gurney with a series of five black straps that held her arms tightly to her sides and her legs closed. The straps started just above her breast with the second just under them, making the unconscious woman’s tits pop up. The third was across her soft, bare belly, the fourth strap was across her ample thick thighs, with the fifth strap across her still white booted shins.

“Looks like this is goodbye, SPLENDOR..”

Said Mr. Smoke to the insensible heroine as he brushed her arm with the backside of his knuckles. Her dark skin felt so soft and luxurious through his spandex covered hands.

“I was hoping to get some quality time with your awesome body, but the clock is ticking and you got a plane to catch..”

Mr. Smoke said while gripping the heroine’s tits and gently shaking them. He then bent low and lifted the spandex face hood up just enough to expose his mouth. He kissed the soft flesh of SPLENDOR’s belly before pulling his hood back in place.

“Get her to the site…”

Mr. Smoke ordered the two henchmen before going back into the building to oversee its deconstruction. The gurney was lifted into the van and locked into place. One henchman closed the vans cargo doors and the other ran to jump into the drivers seat, the other joined him on the passenger side. The henchmen closed the vans doors, and the engine started with a roar. The vehicle then was put into drive, pulled out of the building’s alleyway, and drove towards Magus’s private airstrip thirty minutes away.

Dr. Black

SPLENDOR’s eyes fluttered open and close weakly at first. Her head tilted back and forth as her immune system fought the effects of Mr. Smoke’s knockout gas. For years now she had been micro-dosing herself with vaporizers, aerosols, atomizers, nebulizers and sprays that were laced with different powerful and potent sedatives. She had spend many nights in self induced tranquilized slumber, a tactic she learned in her time with the CIA as a field operative, in order to built up a tolerance to anything the enemy may use on her, if she was ever captured. It was a practice that had paid off. Mr. Smoke had excitedly pronounced that her long exposure to his patriot gas would leave her in a state of unconsciousness for nearly 24 hours. But now her eyes had completely open and she had regained full consciousness after only six.

SPLENDOR took a moment to assess her condition and situation.

She was captured and bound to a gurney:

the entire lead on the whereabouts of the Cobalt Fox was nothing more than a complex and clever ruse set up by Mr. Smoke to capture her, and it had worked. But it was also far too sophisticated and expensive for Mr. Smoke to have executed on his own. So who would have that amount of criminal refinement and ill-gotten affluence?

“Magus.”

The heroine thought to herself.

The space she was in was dark and tilting side to side ever-so slightly and she could hear the low rumbling of large engines:

She was on a plane.

With her extensive military training, SPLENDOR AKA Leilani Lona suspected she was on an older military cargo plane. probably a C-23 Sherpa that had been converted to run quiet. Further evidence of Magus’s involvement. She could hear the voices of two crew personnel coming from the cockpit of the aircraft, communicating with their ground control in preparation for landing.

Her night vision had adjusted just in time for her to turn her head to the left, and see the Cobalt Fox bound on a similar gurney. SPLENDOR had found her friend, just not under the circumstances she would have hoped for. Fox’s bikini and utility belt had been removed, leaving her bound in just her boots, mask, and gloves. The All-American heroine noticed that the side of The Fox’s breast had a translucent film outline left over from an electro-pad that had been placed on it, and it was a forgone conclusion that her other breast had a matching mark. Whomever had captured her had also put Cobalt Fox through the wringer. A third sign that had Magus written all over it.

The unconscious Fox was starting to stir. Her face turned towards SPLENDOR AS her eyes started rolling underneath their lids. She wore the expression of someone that had one hell of a headache. SPLENDOR kept eye contact with her ally so she would be the first person Cobalt would see. The Cobalt Fox’s eyes slightly opened and Leilani gently, quietly, shushed her.

“SPLENDOR?”

Cobalt Fox mouthed silently in confusion through the haze of semiconsciousness.

“Pretend to still be out. They have us being transported by plane and its landing. We’ll make our move when they unstrap us.”

SPLENDOR whispered to the Fox in a voice so low she wasn’t even sure the Fox heard her. The Cobalt Fox turn her head up, swallowed hard, closed her eyes, and nodded yes. Signaling that she had understood SPLENDOR’s directions, even if she hadn’t heard her words. SPLENDOR followed suit and returned her head to the same position it was in when she was still under the effects of the knockout gas.

The Cargo plane touched down on the runway of Magus’s private airport with a rough jostle, causing both voluptuous super-heroine’s ample breasts, bellies, and thighs to bounce and jiggle. The aircraft came to a complete stop and the engines were cut off. The Heroines continued their stratagem of feigned sleep as the sounds of hydraulic’s from the planes cargo door lowering, and the scrape of the metal ramp hitting on the landing strips asphalt, was replaced by the foot falls of four unseen henchmen that had come aboard the back of the aircraft to collect them.

Their gurneys were unlocked from the fittings in the floor of the plane. Magus’s men wheeled the two heroines down the planes ramp, their beautiful soft and curvy bodies wobbled from under the confines of the black straps that held them in place.

The contrast between the planes warm cargo bay and the nights chilled air caused the heroines nearly bare skin to ripple with goosebumps. Their nipples involuntarily hardened as their gurneys were pushed into a hanger bay. Inside the hangers lit open space Dr. Black stood next to a black transport van, its side door open and waiting for its shipment to be loaded. Dr. Black rubbed his black rubber gloved hands together as he watched to two neutralized heroines being wheeled towards him and the waiting van with delight.

“Why, hello SPLENDOR!”

The psychopathic physician said to the beautiful curvaceous woman. He reached down and gently pinched her left nipple through her American flag bikini top. The grin on his face was fiendish.

“So glad you could join us! I see Mr. Smoke’s surprise party worked….”

Dr. Black then reached out his other hand to pinch his thumb and index finger around The Cobalt Fox’s bare right nipple and tug it just as gently as he was on SPLENDORS.

“Hello again Foxy.”

He said to the Blonde buxom bombshell with a smug tone. The henchmen at the heads of the gurneys switched to the sides of the mobile hospital beds, and started to unfasten the straps binding the heroines in place. The two henchmen worked quickly, making the pressure of the deadline Cobalt Fox’s and SPLENDOR’s transporting obvious to the heroines as they still pretended to be under the influence of their sedation. First the two straps over their chests were removed, then the ones over their ample abdomens, followed by the ones over their thighs, and finally the ones over their shins.

“Well ladies, let’s get you loaded into the….”

Dr. Black’s voice fell silent. His body seized in panic as what he thought where completely unconscious and neutralized Uber-Women turned on their sides, and in a flash swung their plump thighs in a kick that powerfully slammed into the heads of the henchmen that had removed their straps. The two henchmen at the foot of the gurneys watched in both horror and excitement as SPLENDOR and Cobalt Fox launched their kicks in deadly accuracy, perfectly synchronized strikes. The backs of their beautiful, fleshy thighs raised high enough to fully expose their womanhoods, SPLENDOR’s just barely covered by her thong bikini bottom, and The Cobalt Fox’s not covered at all. The two henchmen fell to the ground right after impact, both men knocked out by the force generated from the leggy assault. Before any of the three men left standing could react, the heroines were back on their backs with their hands gripping the sides of their gurneys in order to create the momentum they needed for a two legged kick right in the noggins of the henchmen standing at the foot of the gurneys. The two goons looked helplessly at the heroines cocked-back thighs, hypnotized by the sight of the exquisitely thick pusses poking out from between them, then both received K.O. blows in their faces from the soles of the heroines boots. Dr. Black’s head shifted back and forth as he stood motionless between the two gurneys as the heroines dismounted them, his face frozen in panic. He held his hands up in the hopes SPLENDOR and Cobalt Fox wouldn’t repay his injury to them. His hopes ended in the cracking sound of his pelvis as each heroine slammed her gurney against him, pinning and squeezing his hip bones.

“AHHHHAGGHH!!!”

The villain cried out in pain. The pressure from the vice the heroines had him in not allowing him to drop.

“WHERE IS MAGUS?! YOU SLIMEY LITTLE PERVERT!”

Said Cobalt Fox with a fury that SPLENDOR had never heard out of her friend before. Cobalt Fox hadn’t forgotten about the way Dr. Black had completely humiliated her. Payback was due.

“I…. I don’t know! He doesn’t tell me anything other than where the next drop off point is! I swear to AAAAAAAHGGHHHH!!!!!!”

The two scorned women pressed Dr. Black even harder between the metal frames of the two stretchers.

“PLEASE!!! I’M TELLING THE TRUTH!!!!”

Dr. Black pleaded.

“Where are we? Where were you taking us next?”

SPLENDOR asked the pain-stricken man.

“You’re….. you’re in Racket City!”

Dr. Black said through the intense pain the heroines vice was putting him in.

“Racket City?”

Said Cobalt Fox. The heroines looked at each other with great concern. Racket City was almost on the other side of the country and controlled by some of the worst villains in the world, Magus chiefly among them. They were in enemy territory. Even the heroines and heroes that made Racket City their home turf were more in the vein of anti-heroes and anti-heroines, and there weren’t many of them. The Century City Heroines were more than likely, on their own.

“So where were you taking us next?”

SPLENDOR asked Dr. Black.

“We were suppose to drive you to the docks and load you on a boat… that’s all I know!….”

“Okay. I believe him..”

Said Cobalt Fox. The two heroines nodded at each other and pulled the gurneys away from Dr. Black’s hips. The villain groaned in aching pain and dropped to his knees, the heroines then smashed his head between the gurneys before he could continue his fall to his hands. The heroines stared down at the battered and unconscious man before heading to the van. Cobalt Fox ran to the van’s passenger door while SPLENDOR closed the side door of the vehicle before getting into the drivers side.

“We got about an hour before Magus knows something is up….”

Said SPLENDOR.

“Magus may have a tracker on this vehicle. We’ll have to dump it as soon as we can.”

Cobalt Fox replied.

“Do you have any friends in Racket City, SPLENDOR?”

Cobalt Fox asked SPLENDOR.

“Night Woman and her partner Lady Lace. Not sure if I can call them friends, though.”

SPLENDOR put the already started cargo van into drive.

“Looks like we are going to have a hell of a time getting home…”

Said Cobalt Fox as SPLENDOR hit the gas pedal and the van sped away towards the mean streets of Racket City.

NightWoman

The tall roof tops of Racket City’s projects, skyscrapers, and luxury hotels had served as Julia Gardner’s highways and backroads over the heart of the city for three years now. She masterfully leaped, flipped, and swung from her grappling gun between the roof tops as she breathed in air through the black mask that covered just her mouth and nose. The matted black of her Lycra bodysuit, leather fingerless gloves, black light weight-high durability combat boots made her all but invisible to the unsuspecting eyes in the city streets below as she went on her nightly patrol over the tops of properties that touched its clean skies, and alley ways that hid its dirty secrets. By day Julia was known as the ‘plump Party Princess’ of Racket City. The plus-size, beautiful, daughter of the cities richest family, the Gardners. Julia always found it fascinating how with just a few well-thought out publicity stuns, one could create whatever narrative and persona about themselves they wanted. A few nights a year of her being spotted ‘blitzed’ at a famous actor’s nightclub, a couple more of her being caught acting scandalously on the deck of a billionaire Texas oil man’s yacht while wearing just a yellow thong and suntanning oil, and everyone in the world thought she was who she wanted them to think she was. A over sexed rich girl who partied too much even for an over sexed rich girl, and the illusion couldn’t be further from the truth. Julia Gardner was in fact, Night Woman. Not the city’s first Night Woman, but it’s newest.

Julia was only the latest Gardner woman that had worn the disguise of a plump party princess in order to conceal her true intentions. Her mother before her was fantastic. Saving the city ten times over in the twenty-six years she had worn the outfit. She had stopped countless crimes right in the middle of their commission. The press never seemed to pay much attention to the Shadow Of Justice that watched over Racket City from the gloom of its streets and alleyways, thanks to the fact that Julia’s father Heath Gardner owned a media empire in Racket City. This allowed Julia’s mother, June Gardner, to go into the night and defend Racket City’s citizens without much media scrutiny. For twenty years June Gardner acted as protector over the city she loved. Then came Magus. And Magus.. changed… EVERYTHING.

Magus rode into Racket City out of somewhere in Northern Europe. Just like a Viking King riding a tidal wave of wickedness into a village that was completely unprepared for the raid. At first June thought Magus was a possible ally. Within six months he had removed the cities crime families and cleared the streets of drug dealers and pimps, albeit with a level of violence that she nor the police would have used, and that should have been her first clue into what kind of man Magus really was. His reorganization of Racket City’s underworld and corruption of its politics happened right under June and the authorities noses. Within a few more months of Magus clearing out the streets, he had also took over its halls of power. And then it was simply over. Magus had taken over the city without its champions even knowing they were in a battle for its very soul.

There was pushback against Magus’s new regime of course. New Heroines and Heroes arose from the ranks of mostly police and other first responders that found themselves having to work outside of the system that Magus had corrupted in order to fight it. New heroines and Heroes that played a rougher game in response to the rougher playing field Magus created, no matter how much Night Woman protested. June’s closest call came two years after Magus had arrived in Racket City. After growing tired of Night Woman’s interference with his exploits, June found herself captured, naked, and brainwashed into Magus’s ‘pet’ after he was done cycling Night Woman through a series of mind bending drugs, psychological, and physical tortures. She had spent almost two weeks either nude on her knees next to Magus’s lap while he ate dinner or took meetings, his large palm gently caressing his pet, or nude on her hands and knees in his bed.

It took June nearly three months of recovery work to brake her brainwashing after her rescue, a rescue that had been mounted by her own daughter Julia with the help of Julia’s best friend Lacey Morris. The two women almost died in the rescue of Julia’s mother. And helping her mother recover from what Magus had done to her almost killed Julia again. When Julia told her mother and father that she was now going to take over as Night Woman, they resisted. Her Father for fear of having what happened to his wife happening to his daughter. Julia understood that. The word was out in the underworld, Magus had destroyed Night Woman by turning her into a mindless sex slave, even if for just two weeks. Everyone, both sinner and saint, had a new level of either fear or respect for him. June on the other hand was conflicted. By destroying Night Woman, Magus had destroyed the symbol of Racket city’s hope to return to a time before Magus’s take over.

Or had he?

Julia had been training for this moment her whole life. The day went she would take over as Night Woman. The day when June would simply be too old to jump from roof to roof, or fighting criminals and gangsters in the streets. She figured that day would be decades away, but she hadn’t figured on Magus. June was impressed with how Julia and Lacey had handled Magus’s henchmen with expert martial arts, grand chess master strategy. The fearlessness. The bravery. The two had proven themselves more than capable. Even more capable, June realized, than herself. After a long discussion with Julia, Heath, and Lacey it was decided. The hope of a day when the sun would rise over a Racket City that Magus did not control would not die, and the symbol of that hope had not been destroyed by Magus, that his attempts to destroy it had only strengthen it. A new word was out in the underworld, NightWoman was back and this time her partner Lady Lace was with her.

And that, was three years ago. And over that three years, NightWoman, Lady Lace, and the few other heroes and heroines in Racket City had watched Magus’s grasp over their city slipping away, slowly, through all their hard work. So Night Woman had only one question to Lady lace over her cellular ear piece from the top of The Racket City Tribune’s building…..

“What do you mean SPLENDOR and Cobalt Fox are in Racket City?!?”

Said Night Woman to Lady Lace, who was twenty stories down and three miles away in a gang infested neighborhood.

“Just got word about it from the 20th street Wild Boys. They own me a favor and thought that info would make us square.”

“Did it?”

“They owe me big so no. But it helped cover a lot of it…”

Lady lace’s ample, full-figured body was covered by a sheer black lace bodysuit. The nipples of her massive breast had black pasties covering them. She wore a black thong under her outfit. The red-headed bbw beauty wore a face cover similar to Night Woman’s. Her thick thighs straddled her black Ducati Panigale V4 R. the bike purred between her legs while she talked to her partner from under a streetlight inside of the 20th Street Wild Boys territory.