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Fox Hunt- Chapter 2: The American Dream
By: Frenemy
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            The restraints creaked and groaned as the voluptuous young blonde writhed against their oppression, her skin reddened and bloody from the effort. Butterscotch Fox lay naked on a reclining metal chair, bound at the wrists, ankles and neck by Diamentium cuffs. One arm was hooked up to an IV drip, replenishing her as a two hoses suckled at her breasts, draining her precious milk. The days had blurred together, but with a large countdown clock on the wall, Butter could easily keep track of the hours. She was nearing the end of another eight-hour session, with only minutes before her release - and not a moment too soon. Sessions with the milk extractor were arduous and humiliating, but throughout the tortuous hours, one thought sustained her sanity; that of her sister Regan’s safety.
            The blonde Fox steeled herself with recollections of their childhood, and images of her sibling flooded her mind. Butter was Regan’s elder, but not by much. She reminisced about that round-faced little girl with the red hair and freckles, her blue eyes peering out from behind glasses. Butter had always looked out for her little sister, and now she was prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice for her sake.
       Butter’s reminiscing was cut short as she heard the slight “whoosh” of the sliding door, followed by the click of Gucci boots on the steel floor announcing the arrival of Dr. Vanessa Payne.
       “And how are we today, my dear?” the evil genius cooed from the shadows. Vanessa emerged from the darkness with one hand in her jacket pocket, hips swaying fluidly. She wore her usual black pantsuit and latex rubber arm gloves, and her brunette curls dangled around her shoulders. “Nearly hit our quota for the day?”
       A vein throbbed on Butter’s forehead as she clenched her jaw- clenched so tightly she thought her teeth would break. “I can...take anything you...can dish out, Vanessa” the heroine grimaced, “But...my milk....why so much of it?”
       Vanessa’s thin red lips curled up into a smirk as she knelt down beside the metal chair so that she and her captive now sat face to face. “I’ve got big plans, Butter” said the villainess, “when I take on the Institute, I’m going to need muscle. With your bio-matter I’ve collected, I can clone all the muscle I need! Imagine- ButterClones filling up the front line...!”
       Butter’s eyes widened as she gasped “Cannon fodder!”
       “Exactly!” grinned Vanessa. “And what’s more...when we’re in control, those Clones are going to ruin your good name! Imagine the outrage when the great Butterscotch Fox steals, kills, and terrorises- hell, we might just get a photo of you going down on Osama Bin Laden!”
With her legacy threatened, Butter’s mind raced and she stammered for the words “Why?” she pleaded “what could you possibly gain?”
            “I’ll be doing this world a favour!” snarled Vanessa, “No little girl is going to grow up with you for a role model! You’re an embarrassment to the Institute and to my work! You-”
            A loud tone rang out, breaking Vanessa off mid-sentence. The timer on the wall had reached zero, and Butter’s shift on the milk extractor had ended for another day, the machine already winding down to a halt. Relieved, Butter released the tension in her body and slumped her head back in the chair. Sore, exhausted and short of breath, her mouth curled up into a weak smile.
            “Saved by the bell” managed the heroine, “Looks like you missed the show.”
            With a wicked grin, Vanessa’s eyes lit up and she reached into her jacket pocket, removing a small device. “Did I?” she giggled, “Don’t be so sure, princess...” with a click of a button, the timer on the wall reset to its starting point of eight hours. It only took moments for the horrible realization to dawn on Butter.
            “NO!” the busty heroine shrieked in despair, “You wouldn’t...I’m just...I was FINISHED!”
            The sadistic Brit could not suppress the toothy grin spreading up her beautiful face as she gleefully snatched Butter’s hope away from her.
            “Oh come on, Butter...” the doctor chided, “Those aren’t the rules. If you don’t want to participate, I can think of a little redhead who I can play with...”
            “NO!” cried Butter as Vanessa stood up to leave. “I’ll do what you want! I’ll be good!”
“Well that’s not good enough anymore...now you have to ask me!”
“What?!”
“Now you have to ask me to pump your fat tits!”
Butter’s eyes filled with shame and her lip quivered as she forced herself to ask for the unbearable. “Please...” she eked, “Please turn the machine back on.”
“I don’t know” the doctor said doubtfully, “I don’t think you really mean that...”
“I mean it! Please turn it on!”
“I don’t know...”
“Do it!”
“I’m not sure...are you sure Regan wouldn’t rather-?”
“Pump my fucking tits!!!” screamed the golden-haired Amazon.
“All right! All right!” conceded Vanessa, a smile splitting her face, “You don’t have to yell!”
With the touch of a button, the milk extractor began humming back to life, and the timer resumed counting down for another eight hour term. Butter’s entire body clenched as the pain returned to her breasts, and tears of despair began to well up in her green eyes. Vanessa knew just which emotions to manipulate and had played Butter like a violin. Her body quivering from exhaustion, she pled one last time to the sadistic Englishwoman.
“Why?!” Sobbed the heroine “Why me?! What have I done to deserve this?!”
Her eyes pouring over Butter’s agony, Vanessa slid her gloved hand along the edge of her lapel, allowing one latex finger to glide its way down her cleavage. She tingled at the cool, rubbery digit as it traced its way across her milky skin before remembering herself. “You’ll have to take that up with my employer” she said matter-of-factly. Smoothing out her clothing, Vanessa turned and strode into the shadows.
With the swish sound of the sliding door, Butter turned her head towards the darkness to see Vanessa step out of a hatch, and into a lit hallway. In the hallway, Butter could just make out a figure waiting to meet the doctor. Clad in a red hooded cloak, their features were obscured. One thing was clear however; Butter could tell that the figure was staring right at her. With another swish the door slid shut, and Butterscotch Fox was alone in the darkness with only her memories to comfort her.

The light poured into the darkened room as the cell door slid open. The sudden illumination stabbed at the young woman’s eyes, having adjusted to the darkness over several hours, and American Fox grimaced, unable to bring her hands to her face. The manacles which bound the heroine’s hands behind her back clinked as she twisted in her seat, pointing her head towards the open door. Her black locks tumbled over her face and down onto her naked breasts as her slumping head peered up to behold a pale, petite, elven-faced young woman dressed all in black standing in the doorway.
Tall, heavy boots clomped on the steel flooring as Ebon Fox, the Evil Foxes’ resident psychic strode into American Fox’s holding cell. The young goth’s hips pivoted to one side as her head tilted likewise, her one arm holding the other behind her back as she struck an innocent-little-girl pose. “Hi” came the words out of thin black lips, her tongue playing with the two snake-bite piercings within her mouth, “I hope you’re feeling better”.
            “Better?!” scoffed the shackled heroine, “You forced my teammate to knock me cold, you little mind-witch! When I get my hands on you I’ll--” The words became trapped in the Princess’s throat as her entire body suddenly seized up. She could feel an invisible spike jammed into her mind like the world’s worst brain freeze. Her eyes clenched as she hung her head back and managed only the tiniest squeak from her gaping mouth.
            The Goth villainess brought one pale finger to American Fox’s pillow lips as she shushed her captive. “None of that” she purred, “there’s no need to be rude. Soon we’ll be the best of friends...”
            “You’re insane!” American Fox shot back, “You’re a sad, sick little girl- and if you’ve deluded yourself into believing that I’m going to make nice and-“
            “But Deborah” Ebon cooed, using the heroine’s true name, “We’ve known each other for so long...shared so much!” The dark young woman slinked closer to her bound prey and sank down to sit in American Fox’s lap. “Why, don’t you remember...?” she asked, bringing her fingers up to the heroine’s temple, “I was your first...”
            American Fox could feel Ebon’s fingers creeping into her mind as she said the words. Her body tensed as she could feel the image of black lips and dark eyes creep into her memory. Her hands clenched into fists as began to pull on the chain which bound her hands. Images grew more vivid as American Fox began to remember the smell of Ebon’s hair, the softness of her skin, the cool grass on her back as she tasted Ebon’s mouth for the first time.
            Refusing to accept the memory that Ebon had written for her, American Fox cried out as the chain of her manacles snapped. Her hands now free, she grabbed the psychic villainess by the arms and shoved her away with all her strength, sending Ebon crashing into the steel wall behind her before sliding down to the floor. Realizing that this may be her only chance at escape, American Fox dashed out the open door of her cell and ran. Having no idea where the corridor would lead her, she simply ran for dear life until she reached a metal hatch at the end of the hallway. Her survival instinct driving her onward, the heroine flung open the hatch and hurled herself through in one quick motion. Emerging from the hatch, she escaped the corridor...
            ...only to tumble into a pile of trash cans. Befuddled and face down in garbage, American Fox scanned her surroundings to find herself in an alleyway. Attempting to pick herself up, her body groaned painfully and her muscles trembled. She was back in her star-spangled uniform, but it was in tatters, as if just emerging from battle.
            “Wh-what happened?” The heroine wondered aloud. She could smell something burning, and looking up, she could see black smoke pouring into the sky. “Wait...” she started “I-I think I remember...” closing her eyes, she listened to the sounds in the distance. Sirens echoed throughout the afternoon air, and emergency workers shouted directions over a megaphone. “Of course...” stammered the exasperated Fox, “The Keelix attack! I was thrown blocks away by the blast, but we stopped it!” American Fox exhaled deeply as she reassured herself. The blast must have knocked her for quite a loop. Her ordeal with the evil Foxes was nothing more than a trauma-induced hallucination.
            Remembering herself now, American Fox held her broken ribs as she staggered haphazardly to her feet. Leaning on a dumpster for support, the heroine panted as she tried to collect her thoughts. She was greatly weakened from the ferocious battle and needed medical attention. Her head was swimming as she tried to think of how to signal her teammates when the sound of shuffling debris roused her.
            “Well lookie what we got here...” a gruff voice croaked. Lifting her throbbing head, American Fox beheld a half dozen men- civilians- making their way down the alleyway.
            “You...you need to evacuate” grunted the heroine, ”...this area is still...”
            “Well we were about to” interrupted the civilian dressed in a mechanic’s uniform, “but when we saw you layin’ there all defenceless, we couldn’t just walk away...”
            “That’s very considerate” American Fox said, dismissively, “But I can take care of mys-“
            “Oh we wouldn’t hear of it” the mechanic interjected, taking hold of American Fox’s arm, “I think it’s us that’s gonna take care of you...”
Sensing the gang’s insincerity, American Fox decided that these men needed to be set straight. “I think it’s time you moved along” the heroine declared as she placed a hand on the mechanic’s chest. To her alarm, she found that pushing him away was not the simple task it normally would, for in her weakened condition her arms felt like lead, and her whole body trembled at the exertion. The near-death battle with the Keelix had left her greatly depleted, and these men knew it.
            The grimace on the heroine’s face elicited a smirk on the mechanic, as he grasped the hand on his own chest and pulled it away with little effort. With little warning, two men, frat boys, each grabbed one of American Fox’s arms and dragged her down to the back wall of the alley.
“Now,” said the mechanic, “we’re gonna have us some fun!”
“No!” cried the heroine, meekly twisting in the men’s grasp, “How could you?! After I just...I saved you! All of you! I risked my life to-“but her words were abruptly cut off as the mechanic reached up and pulled the top of her uniform down- revealing her magnificent tits for all to see. Licking his lips at the sight of her, he then quickly backhanded the captive heroine, sending her head whipping back. The two frat boys followed up in the assault by forcing American Fox down to her knees.
“Yeah, you did...” snickered the mechanic as he reached down and unzipped his fly, “and now we’re gonna thank you for it...”
Gripped by terror, American Fox shouted her protestations and shook her head, trying desperately to slip free of her captors iron grasp. With the last of her strength, she flailed back and landed...
...On a soft mattress. Alarmed by the abrupt change in venue, her eyes darted around the room to find that she was in a hospital of some sort. Attempting to leap to her feet, she suddenly jerked to a halt, and found that she was bound to her bed with straps at the wrists and ankles. Despite considerable effort, American Fox could not break her bonds- which was curious, as they were plain simple leather. Spying her own reflection in the window, she discovered that she was now dressed in baby blue pyjamas, and her hair was cut short in a pixie ‘do.
“Welcome back.” came a melodic voice from a corner of the room. Startled, American Fox whipped her head around to behold a woman that had not seemed to be there a moment ago. She was dressed in a nurse’s uniform, plain white, yet somewhat form-fitting. Dark, auburn hair was pulled back into a bun that rested neatly under her white hat. “And how are we feeling this morning?” she chimed.
“Where am I?” demanded the heroine, “What is this place?”
“You’re back in your room” answered the nurse, “You had yourself another episode.”
“Episode?” American Fox scoffed “What are you talking about? Who are you?!”
A look of disappointment spread over the nurse’s face as she silently tut-tutted. “Come on now, Deborah. You need to stop doing this... it’s me- Drew.”
“Drew?” repeated the heroine, perplexed “What is going on? One minute I was in a cell with Ebon Fox, and the next-“
“Oh god, Deborah...” chided Drew, throwing her hands up in frustration, “I thought we were past this! Look, I know you’ve had some terrible things happen in your life, but you can’t keep escaping into this fantasy of yours. It’s not healthy!”
“Fantasy!” blurted American Fox in disbelief, “This isn’t- “but she was cut off as the door behind Drew swung open. In stepped a middle-aged man with thinning hair wearing a white coat- a doctor. He adjusted the glasses on his face as he perused the charts on his clipboard.
            “Deborah” he said, not looking up from his notes, “How are we doing today?”
            “I’m afraid we’ve had another episode today” chimed Drew, “this superhero fantasy of hers is persisting.”
            The doctor pursed his lips as he considered this. “Well, being raised in the environment she was, she would have had to develop a very strong coping mechanism.”
            “I’m not imagining things!” snapped American Fox, “Don’t treat me like some sort of psycho!”
            “Deborah,” the doctor hushed, “nobody called you a ‘psycho’! But when someone is bombarded with the kind of trauma that-“
            “I know who I am!” shrieked the heroine as she twisted in her restraints, “I’m American Fox! One of the most decorated members of the Institute!”
            “Oh my, oh my” frowned the doctor, “And I thought we were making progress- but the harder we try to bring her back to reality, the greater the relapse. I’m afraid she’s simply becoming more agitated. Nurse, Would you see to her...?”
            “I’ll sedate her and see that she gets some rest, doctor” Drew said with a nod. And with that, the doctor stepped back into the hall, and Drew closed and locked the door behind him. Opening a leather bag on the dresser, Drew pulled out a few items including a small vial and a syringe- the sight of which caused American Fox to tense up. Sticking the needle into the vial, Drew filled the instrument with the medication, collected her things, and came around to sit on the side of the hospital bed.
            “Don’t- don’t you dare!” the heroine’s voice trembled as the nurse reached for her arm with cotton ball in hand. Taking hold of her, Drew swabbed her patient’s arm with alcohol, and retrieved the syringe. “NO! Nonononono PLEASE! I don’t want-“and then a squeak escaped from the heroine’s lips as the needle pierced the skin and chemicals spewed into heroine’s veins.
            A weak and heavy feeling quickly traveled through her body and her struggling slowly crept to a stop as American Fox whimpered through laboured breath. After a few moments, her eyes darted around the room and she anxiously inquired; “What’s wrong? Why aren’t I falling asleep?”
            With a warm smile, Drew reached up with both hands, and unfixed her bun while removing her nurse’s hat, allowing her locks to freely tumble down, running her fingers through them to straighten her shining auburn hair. “Nothing’s wrong, Honey. What I gave you wasn’t a sedative- it was a muscle relaxant.”
            American Fox’s eyes widened at the revelation. “W-why...?”
            “Because” grinned the nurse as she slowly unbuttoned the front of her white uniform “It makes this part so much easier...” Slipping her hands down her neckline, Drew pulled apart her collar to reveal her cleavage supported by a red lace bra. Looking down, Drew admired herself for a moment before her eyes rolled upwards to settle hungrily on her patient. Her hands drifting over the heroine’s pyjamas, they settled at her neckline and began to slowly undo the buttons.
            Realizing her situation, American Fox’s anxiety gave way to panic. “Stop!” she cried “Stop this! Y-you took an oath!” Despite her outrage the heroine did not budge, as the muscle relaxant ensured that her body remained deaf to her mind’s appeal.
            Her round face still beaming with self-satisfaction, Drew swept open her patient’s now-open top, admiring Deborah’s slim figure and bountiful bosom while her hands groped and caressed the prone body before her.
            “Stop it!” cried American Fox with increasing volume, “Stop! Help! Doctor- HELP!”
            Chuckling at the effort, Drew leaned over to cuddle Deborah’s inert body, swinging her inside leg over Deborah’s- resting her womanhood on her patient’s thigh. “You’re forgetting, Debbie- when you have a fit, you get ‘time out’ in the isolation room. No one can hear you through the soundproofing. And besides,” the nurse continued as she nuzzled into her patient, bringing her full lips within inches of Deborah’s ear, “when this is all over, you’ll just escape into your fucked-up fantasy world like nothing ever happened. I’m so glad you came back to me, you crazy little bitch...”
            “No...this isn’t happening...” the captive Fox whimpered as Drew’s mouth sucked on her earlobe, “This isn’t real! No!” Despite the heroine’s protest her body remained as still as the dead, for while a muscle relaxant paralyzes its recipient, it does nothing to impair the sense of touch. Thus, American Fox lay defenceless as she felt every grope, every kiss, every lick- even as she felt the warmth of Drew’s hand slide down her soft abdomen, further down, slipping under her waistband and disappearing into her panties.
            “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” howled the super heroine as her panic exploded into despair. Clenching her entire face, she closed her eyes as she attempted to escape the horrible situation she found herself in. Then with a sudden jolt, she found herself sitting up...
            ...in a heavy oak chair. Bewildered, American Fox quickly discovered that her body was once again under her control, although her feet were bound to the chair at the ankles, and her hands were fastened behind the back of the chair. Looking around, she scanned the dimly lit room she now found herself in. Candles flickered on ancient stone walls and chains clinked as they hung from the ceiling. Only five feet in front of her, American Fox beheld a chalkboard not unlike that in a school. On the chalkboard were written the lines;
I must obey the mistress
I want to please the mistress
Recognizing the lines immediately, the heroine’s heart sank and her breath quickened.
“No...” she whispered “Not here...not this! NOT THIS!”
A chuckle rang out from behind the distressed Fox, and the heroine’s head whipped around to determine its origin. To her despair, she found exactly who she expected. A tall, blonde woman stood in the corner dressed in an S.S. jacket and short skirt. Stood with perfect posture upon the spiked heels of her jack-boots and adjusted the fit of her black leather gloves. Her golden hair pulled tightly back into a bun that rested under her black leather cap.
            “You dozed off for a moment there” purred the Aryan woman “I think you left us for a minute... but no worries, fraulein- I have you back now”
            American Fox’s entire body seized up as sheer terror gripped her.
“M-M-Madam Axis!” she shrieked. American Fox knew this woman, and she knew this place. She could remember every grimy detail of every agonizing day, no matter how hard she tried to forget. The fiend before her was Madam Axis. A villainess from another reality, Madam Axis was a life-draining succubus who, in a different world, was recruited by the 4^th Reich. A born sadist, she took pleasure in the suffering of others and enjoyed soiling beautiful things.
This room, this dungeon was a product of American Fox’s memory. In one of the most harrowing experiences of her life, the star-spangled heroine was bested in combat by the German villainess and held captive for many weeks. During that time, she suffered unspeakable cruelties at the Madam’s hands- an ordeal she refuses to discuss to this day. After what seemed like an eternity, the heroic Fox was finally rescued, but her tormentor managed an unlikely escape- and was never apprehended.
            “How do you feel to be back with me?” Madam Axis purred.
            “I am v-very happy” American Fox carefully replied, slipping seamlessly into old habits.
            “As am I” said the madam as she sashayed her way behind the heroine, placing her gloved hands firmly on her captive’s bare shoulders, “for whatever would I do without my favourite plaything?” The Aryan succubus grinned with tremendous satisfaction while her fingers probed her prisoner’s ears, her neck, and the corners of her face. “Aren’t you eager to return to your lessons?” the madam inquired.
            “Y-yes, Mistress” the young Fox eked.
            “As am I. But first we must replenish ourselves with a small morsel. Will you not give of yourself?”
            American Fox choked back tears as she replied. “Yes” she lied, “I am honoured to surrender myself. My body serves you, as does my will. My life is worthless until it is of use to you. Take me and give me the gift of purpose.” Her voice quivered as she spoke words that were not her own, yet continued, knowing full well the consequence of disobedience.
            “Although you are not worthy, I am generous, and receive you.”
            The pain came instantly and unmercifully as American Fox’s gorgeous body seized up and her head leaned back with mouth agape- not a sound emerging. The heroine was overcome by an all-too-familiar sensation of energy being siphoned out of her being. Every inch of her tingled as a rapid pulse traveled up her appendages, up her entire body to the contact point with the Madam’s hands. The heroine winced as an icy chill came over her as her very life essence was draining out of her to be consumed. Even more terrible than the tremendous pain was the violation as this madwoman hollowed her out. She could feel a little piece of herself leaving with every throb moving up her body, never to return.
            A sharp cry escaped her lips as the Madam ceased feeding on her prisoner, having drank her fill. Beaming, she bent over to wrap her arms around her prey, her hands caressing American Fox’s clavicle, feeling every inch of her plaything. Her red lips pecking the heroine’s neck, she nuzzled into her and whispered in her ear;
            “I’m so glad you’re back...”
            American Fox’s head lolled wearily backwards as she meekly called out into the darkness;
            “No...No, not this...” she sobbed “Anything but this...please...Ebon- stop it! EBON!!!
With every fibre of her being screaming for escape, American Fox tried desperately to stand up from her confinement, and the torment of Madam Axis. Then, almost in response, she could feel some strange momentum carrying her forward until she suddenly jolted through...
...A white gilded door. American Fox now found herself in an exquisite hotel room with a brilliant four-post canopied bed. She found that she was now dressed in a red silk gown with her hair done up. Surveying her surroundings she found a tall set of glass doors that led to a large balcony overlooking the glittering lights of the Paris skyline, the Eiffel Tower in plain view. There on the balcony, stood a petite woman with caramel-coloured hair styled in a wavy bob admiring the view. Dressed in a green satin dress, she turned to face the star-spangled heroine, revealing the elven face of Ebon Fox.
“Welcome home, Deborah” chimed the villainess, “I hope this is more to your liking...”
            “You!” growled the heroine through gritted teeth “What have you done to me? What is this place?!”
            Ebon’s eyes smiled brightly at American Fox as her ruby lips followed suit, and she gracefully strode inside, picking up two champagne flutes from a table as she walked.
            “Paris, obviously” cooed Ebon coming to a halt just feet from her victim, “I’ve tried to make you as comfortable as possible.”
            “COMFORTABLE?!?” shrieked American Fox, “You just put me through a night of horror!”
            “A little pain must be expected when breaking a new Philly. You see, princess- I’ve presented you with three different scenarios- one pure memory, one altered memory, and one fabrication. It’s a method designed to weaken your grip on reality. In time, you’ll reject them all and select a new one.”
            “A new one? What could you possibly-“
            A short gasp passed American Fox’s lips as she covered her mouth in horror. She grasped Ebon’s meaning as she connected the dots in her mind; She and Ebon, in a romantic Paris suite in elegant dress, drinking champagne by candlelight.
            “Yes” giggled Ebon as a toothy grin crawled across her face, “In this illusion, you have only four options. You’ll cycle through the previous three until you can’t stand it anymore. Rather than endure any more, you’ll ultimately choose me.”

            Eyes as wide as dinner plates, American Fox shook her head as she slowly backed away from the villainous telepath. “No...” she whispered before whipping around and running full steam for the door, “NO!” as she burst through the entrance of the hotel suite into the dirty alleyway swarming with would-be rapists. Horrified, the heroine bolted for the door on the opposite wall of the alley and pushed her way through only to be stopped by the waiting arms of two large orderlies in the psychiatric ward, Nurse Drew eagerly filling a syringe only steps in front of her. Ripping herself from the orderlies’ grip, American Fox shoved her way through a nearby exit and slammed into the iron bars of her dungeon cell. The chilling sound of stiletto heels on stone floor chilled her as she beheld Madam Axis advancing on her, a riding crop in her hands. Terror-stricken, American Fox fled deeper into her cell and barged through the iron door at its entrance, only to find herself back in Ebon’s Paris suite, the evil psychic standing in the exact spot at left sight, still with two champagne glasses in hand.
            “Why fight it?” purred Ebon Fox, “It’s inevitable.”
            Panicked and hyperventilating, American Fox re-exited the suite in the desperate hope that with each new door, she would find the way out of this nightmare. To her despair, she found each leg of the journey to be the same in perpetuity. Alley, Psych Ward, Dungeon, Paris. Alley, Psych Ward, Dungeon, Paris. Alley, Psych Ward, Dungeon, Paris. Time slipped away as American Fox lost count of how many doors she ran through. Regardless of setting, constant was the terror of being lost in Ebon’s twisted funhouse.
            Hysterically, American Fox finally burst through the gilded doors of the Paris suite and sank to her hands and knees, her chest heaving, tears running down her face, and the stark futility of her situation finally breaking her resolve. Her slender fingers balling into fists on the Persian rug, she began to gently weep.
            “There there” came the bubbly voice as a pair of designer pumps stepped into the heroine’s view in front of her, “No more of that. It’ll be okay- I promise.” Pale fingers slipped around the young Fox’s and took her by the hands, pulling her up to her feet. There she stood, trembling, her head bowed and eyes down, still affixed to the carpet. “No, no” came Ebon’s voice as she took American Fox’s face in her hands, bringing the heroine’s face in view of her own “There’s nothing to be afraid of anymore- I’ve got you. Nothing will get you here...”
            Taking the heroine’s hand in her own, Ebon led American Fox to the balcony, the cool night air sending goose bumps over American’s skin. Her mind racing, American Fox look out at the Paris skyline, finding any excuse not to address Ebon. The villainess however would not be ignored, and playfully tugged her captive over to the balustrade, pushing herself up to sit on the cool marble with her back to the city of lights. Satisfied with having the entirety of American Fox’s attention, Ebon’s legs opened as her feet playfully slid up and down the heroine’s hips.
            “Now Deborah,” cooed the villainess as she clutched the heroine’s hands in her own “this is so much better than being out there isn’t it?” Her Doe-eyes gazing at her patriotic playmate, Ebon pulled American Fox closer so that her knees were on either side of American’s waist. “We can be happy here- together...” Pale arms floated up American Fox’s body to rest upon her shoulders with little hands clasped behind her head. Their faces mere inches apart, Ebon leaned in to rest her brow upon American’s as their bosoms pressed against one another. “I like you...” whispered Ebon before bringing the Heroine’s mouth to hers.
            American Fox’s hands gripped the marble balustrade as Ebon’s tongue played with hers. Her muscles clenched with revulsion as her other parts quivered with delight. The heroine’s every instinct ordered her to retreat, but her body was intoxicated by the taste, the smell, the feel of her captor and would not obey. Of course not, she thought, her power has ensorcelled my mind, and my body along with it. Her hands crept up Ebon’s body with the intent of pusher herself away from this temptation, but succeeded only in groping the breast of the young psychic. The harder she tried to pull away, the more American Fox became drunk on the eroticism. And why not? What alternative was there? Were she to flee, she would have only horror and despair to await her outside the gilded doors. But what then? Stay here and remain a slave to this lustful domina? She would rather perish than submit to captivity again. With every effort to pull away disregarded, American Fox made her fateful decision and pushed forward with everything in her.
            Reeling back, Ebon Fox wrapped her arms and legs around the heroine, dragging them both down over the banister. Head over heels they tumbled as they fell further and further, the street rushing towards them. American Fox closed her eyes and awaited the inevitable, satisfied that she would take her tormentor with her. She felt weightless as she flew downwards until- with a sudden jolt...
            She stopped. Not with the impact she had expected, but with a stumble, and the clinking sound of metal. Her eyes bulging open with surprise, she beheld herself, back in her uniform, bent over with chains affixing her neck to the stone floor and her arms outwards into shadow on either side of her body. Manacles held her feet in place about 3 or 4 feet apart. The chain around her neck prevented her from standing up, but the chains around her wrists kept her from falling over- ensuring that her ass was presented out.
            “I’m very upset with you...” a tiny voice chirped in front of her. Whipping her head up, the heroine beheld Ebon Fox, alive and well, and back in her own appearance with black from the bob on her head down to her heavy boots. “I tried to give you a choice in all this- tried to be generous...” she pouted as she circled American Fox, disappearing from view, “Tried to do this the easy way. But if you won’t take the carrot...” she continued as she emerged back into American’s sight, now blonde and dressed in the SS uniform of Madam Axis, “then I’ll have to give you the stick!”
            “Y-you think this is going to scare me?” American Fox sputtered as she tugged on her chains. “I’ll never submit to you, never!”
            Ebon Fox’s green eyes stared hungrily at her prey as she slowly turned around, her head craning back to keep the heroine in her sights. “You don’t understand...there no fighting me here. Sooner or later, you’ll beg to have me. To put your hands on me...” the villainess purred as she ran her hands down the sides of her body to rest on her ass, her slender fingers cupping a sweet, round buttock in each hand. “To hold me, taste me...you’ll find me irresistible.” Slipping further down, Ebon’s fingers clasped the bottom of her miniskirt, and began to pull up- slowly revealing her milky thighs. Finally, the skirt slid over her seat, revealing her cute buttocks parted by a leather thong. “My scent, my curves, you’ll not be able to resist, because it is inevitable. The mind is my domain, and here, I can do anything I want...” turning back to her captive, Ebon was revealed to be wearing a long, black strap-on, and beamed as American Fox’s face betrayed her horror “...anything!”
            “No!” cried the heroine as she yanked on her restraints “NO! I won’t let you!”
            “’Let me?’ chuckled Ebon as she circled around to American’s ass ‘How could you stop me?’”
Immediately, Ebon clutched the seat of American’s blue tights and yanked, tearing the bottom away and exposing her bare ass and her pussy. The black painted nails of Ebon’s left hand dug into the heroine’s ass cheek as her right positioned the head of her phallus at American’s lower lips. Once in place Ebon’s hips heaved and her dildo slid inside of the star-spangled heroine.
            A shock rippled though American Fox instantly as Ebon’s cock began to thrust again and again. Her outrage was immeasurable, but her Fox physiology quickly betrayed her as her body began to crave Ebon’s ravishing. She shook her head wildly as she tried in vain to resist her baser urges. “No!” she protested “No! Won’t let you—I can’t!”
            American’s pleas only further excited Ebon, as she leaned forward to grab American’s strapless top and yank it down, exposing her mighty breasts, Ebon’s dark eyes watching as they jiggled with every thrust. Tears began to swell in American’s eyes as Ebon’s fingers twisted her nipples and she hardened as she felt herself building towards climax. Pale fingers snatched a handful of hair and Ebon yanked on American’s raven curls, pulling the heroine back towards the dildo with every thrust.
            Climax was now undeniable, and American Fox, unable to control her own body any longer, gritted her teeth and eked out one last objection before cumming. “I...I’ll never be yours!” she grunted “I’ll never belong to you!”
            Breathless, Ebon Fox gleefully grinned as her prisoner approached orgasm. “Oh Deborah” the villainess giggled “It’s too late for that...” snapping her fingers, a large mirror spun into the light just in front of American’s face, it’s edges bordered with black roses “You already belong to me!”
            The mirror floated in front of American Fox, her reflection hanging just inches from her nose. But when she gazed into the mirror, American Fox was greeted not by her own image, but rather by the pale, elven face, black lips and bob of Ebon Fox herself! The heroine stared at the reflection of her own green eyes and screamed in terror as orgasm overwhelmed her body, the evil Fox’s head thrown back in wicked laughter.

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Back in the darkness of the holding cell, the two Foxes- having never left- remained where they had begun. American Fox slumped manacled to her chair, her head lolled back, eyes clenching shut, and brow furrowing from the mental ordeal of Ebon’s fantasies. The pale villainess remained seated on American’s lap. Her fingertips lightly pressed against the heroine’s temples, eyes shut, head tilted upwards as she projected thoughts into American’s mind.
The star spangled heroine whimpered weakly as her mind endured Ebon’s psychic romp. Meekly, she managed to utter a faint plea. “Help...” she whimpered, “Help me...she-she’s trying to use my worst nightmares against me...”
            Ebon’s black lips curled upwards as her eyes opened and gazed down on her plaything. Smirking, she crept in close, bringing her mouth inches away from American Fox’s ear. “Oh honey” she cooed “I’m your worst nightmare!” Closing her eyes, she brought her head back up, and delved back into American Fox’s mind, the heroine crying out as she did. She would scream all night.

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