Origins

Janette Lauraine DuClasse is one of the youngest CEO’s of a major corporation in the world. At the age of 27, she has taken Silken Pleasures Lingerie, Inc. to an enviable third position only to Victoria’s Secret and Frederick’s of Hollywood in the production and sale of women’s (and men’s) lingerie items. Any other CEO would be thrilled with a market share as large as SPL’s, but not Janette. She always wanted to be number one.

One day while watching the afternoon CNN broadcast, in her corporate headquarters in Paris, she saw something that she was sure would vault SPL to the top of the market. The report showed the daring capture of a group of bank robbers in Capitol City by Shining Star. “Would you look at those legs!” she remarked to her assistant, Rick Chavone. “Oh, I’m way ahead of you, boss!” he replied nearly drooling on himself. “What a pantyhose spokesperson she’d make! Do you have any idea how much market share we’d capture with her on board?” Janette asked with a wide grin, “Why, she could single handedly move us into the number two spot, if not number one! I’ve got to have her!”

Rick said, “I don’t know, boss! These super types don’t usually endorse products!” “I’m not your average CEO and SPL’s pantyhose line is not your average product!” Janette shot back, “Dr. Ranier says our new hose is nearly complete! Imagine delightfully sheer hose that will actually augment the energy of the wearer! No more non energetic runners or athletes! Heck, with this stuff we could even put L’Eggs out of business! Sheer Energy, my arse! Get me all the info you can on this Shining Star!” Rick shrugged his shoulders and said, “OK boss, anything you say!” “That’s my Ricky!” she replied.

Rick pulled every string, shook every tree, turned over every stone. After 2 weeks he came back with every shred of evidence he had found. Janette then invited Shining Star, through a letter sent to the Capitol City Police department, to come to Paris for a meeting with her to discuss her future. Shining Star very politely declined the offer. Janette was not one to take “no” for an answer and she and Rick quickly boarded a corporate jet headed to Capitol City. She showed up a police HQ and demanded that someone call Shining Star immediately. Detective Sgt. Jack MacTaggert, one of Shining Star’s friends, and also the only one who knew her secret identity as Trish Sanders, called a special cell number to contact her. Shining Star got there as quick as possible and tried to be as polite as possible to the pushy executive. When Shining Star once again refused her offer, the young CEO flew into a rage and had to be restrained.

When DuClasse calmed down enough, the Chief of Police had her and her assistant Rick, immediately escorted to the airport, straight to her own jet and sent home to Paris with the instruction that she was not to return to Capitol City without a written apology to the city and to Shining Star. All the way home she cursed and swore in French and said, “Nobody ever refuses me! NOBODY! I’ll get that blonde bimbo, that stuffed shirt Chief of Police and that Sgt. MacTaggert! I’ll teach them never to mess with Janette DuClasse! I’LL TEACH THEM ALL A LESSON THEY’LL NEVER FORGET!!”

When Janette arrived in Paris, there was a message waiting for her from Dr. Claude Ranier, head of R&D for Silken Pleasures Lingerie. She called him immediately. Dr. Ranier was frantic. There was something terribly wrong with the new bodywear and she needed to see it for herself. “Great! More good news!” she thought. She decided to drive herself to the lab and avoid the paparazzi that dogged her constantly. She had her driver, Marcel, and her maid, Josie, dressed as her, take the limo out the front gate as she drove Josie’s car to the lab out the back. No one followed.

When she arrived at the lab complex, the Research & Development lab was a shambles. “What the hell happened in here??” she asked the doctor. “Oh, Ma’amselle DuClasse, I’m so glad you’re here! I didn’t know what to do!” he replied. “What happened? Where is Regine?” she demanded. “Regine is…dead!” he replied with tears in his eyes. “DEAD?? HOW??” she shouted. “Please don’t shout Ma’amselle, I am already in enough pain!” the man of science responded. For the first time she noticed the condition of his lab coat and clothing. They were hanging in shreds as if they had been ripped by a wild animal. “Dr. Ranier, I’m sorry I didn’t notice…Are you alright?” she asked. “Yes, I think so.” He said, “Let me explain what happened…”

Dr. Ranier went on to explain that he and Regine had detected a fragrance coming from the sparkling sheer red mesh after it had been treated with the energizing agent. It was a gas that seemed to be a side effect of the energizing fluid. The mesh itself gave off this gas when in contact with the skin. Regine didn’t feel right about subjecting anyone else to the gas without testing it first. They tested the gas and found it was a behavior altering drug…and an aphrodisiac! Regine got exposed to too much of the gas while testing it and decided it was time for a little fun!

Regine took the shimmering bodystocking to the ladies’ room and put it on. It shrank exactly as it was designed to and fit her like a second skin! She emerged from the ladies’ room and came back to the lab. Dr. Ranier was busily working on a way to stop the fumes, so he didn’t hear Regine slinking up behind him. “Doctor…” she said in a breathless sensuous voice. He turned to see a breathtaking sight. Regine was a gorgeous 30 year old brunette woman with legs to die for before the form fitting garment. Now this vision of loveliness was standing before him wearing the tightest, shiniest bodystocking he had ever seen! The silken smoothness of the experimental mesh caressed her from her lovely neck all the way to her sleek peach colored toes and left nothing to the imagination…nothing. Regine grabbed him and kissed him with a passion he had never felt before. He immediately responded and they made love for hours. Then, because Dr. Ranier was in his 60’s, he just petered out. Although he was still as turned on he could no longer perform.

Regine was enraged. She told him she would fix him for no longer giving her what she needed. She stormed out of the lab. She returned still wearing the bodystocking but also wearing a fox-eared mask and tight fitting gloves whose harmless plastic claws she had somehow been replaced with thick, razor-sharp metal claws! She growled and leapt on him ripping and tearing at him with her claws. Luckily she tore only his clothing the first few moments, which gave him time to think. He knew there was a gun hidden in the medi-kit for emergencies. He regretted the next action he took, but he had no choice, as she had reached his skin with her claws! Dr. Ranier punched Regine in the jaw sending her across the floor. The good doctor got up and ran to the medi-kit and had retrieved the gun by the time Regine got to her feet.

Regine approached him walking on her toes like an animal. She growled as Dr. Ranier tried to reason with her. Her eyes seemed glazed. There was no response to his pleas for her to stop. He begged her to stay away and even shot over her head, but it did not stop her approach. He was certain she would kill him. She crouched as if ready to leap for him. He shot at point blank range in her chest. It knocked her down, but to his amazement she merely growled and got up again! He looked at the Beretta 9mm pistol in his hand and fired twice more. Each time the round simply bounced off! Then he reasoned it out. He shakingly aimed between her lovely blue eyes and pulled the trigger. This time she went down and didn’t move anymore.

“Mon Dieu, Doctor! What would make her become an…animal?” asked DuClasse. “I tried to figure that out by taking a blood sample and analyzing it before I called you.” He replied, “From what I could see the fragrance/gas causes a change in the limbic system of the wearer. The mesh does give energy, vitality and some increased strength and agility as we hoped, but continued exposure to the gas would drive the wearer into mania and probably permanent insanity! We must destroy the garment immediately before anyone else is harmed!” “Doctor, do you realize how much capital investment has been put into this project??” Janette shouted, “This will most likely wipe me out if this comes to light!!”

“Where is Regine’s body? She was my best friend, I’d like to say good-bye to her, at least.” said DuClasse sadly. “Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t know, please forgive me! I had no choice!” said Dr. Ranier. “I’m sure you didn’t!” replied Janette, “If this gas is as powerful as you say it is, I’m surprised you’re still alive!” “Why do you say that?” asked the doctor. “Regine and I were students at the Sorbonne together when my parents moved to France from Canada.” She explained, “We took Savate classes together in college and still sparred quite often. She was a fierce competitor, but she could never beat me.” “With those legs, I’m not surprised! La belle jambe!” he said staring at her shapely, muscular pantyhosed legs. “Why, doctor!” she said smiling. “My sincerest apologies, Ma’amselle DuClasse!” Ranier said blushing, “A side effect of the gas, no doubt!” “No apology necessary, you told the truth!” Janette laughed.

They walked to an adjacent room where Regine’s beautiful body lay dead. Janette’s eyes filled with tears, she went to her knees and embraced her friend. Ranier said, “You shouldn’t stay in here too long, Ma’amselle. The gas may begin to affect you, too.” “Please leave me with her just for a moment, please?” she asked. “Very well, but please not too long.” He said closing the door behind him. Janette was beside herself with grief and anger. The day’s events took their toll on Janette DuClasse; the refusal of Shining Star, the discovery of toxic side effects of a major project and now the death of her best friend. She began to weep uncontrollably.

Then she smelled a fragrance. It was lovely. It seemed to permeate the room. “The gas!” she thought. She hurriedly got to her feet and turned toward the door, but was stopped by the sound of devilish female laughter. It echoed in her brain and the sound overpowered her. She fell to her knee at the door with its full length mirror. A sultry, French accented voice spoke to her. “Where are you going, Janette?” the voice asked. “Have to get out of here, gas…affecting me.” she answered. “Are you trying to get away from me?” asked the voice breaking into laughter again. “No…not real…you’re not real…just the gas…must get out!” The powerful laughter came again knocked Janette down a second time. “Look at me, Janette!” the voice demanded. “No…won’t look…can’t look…not real, not real!” she replied. “I am as real as you are, I am you!” it said, “Now look at me! I command you!”

Janette resisted as hard as she could, but it did no good. She raised her eyes and staring back at her was a breathtaking beauty. She recognized the features as her own, but not the look on the face or the garment she was dressed in. The image smiled at her. Then Janette finally spoke. “Who are you?” she asked. “I told you, silly” the image said, “I’m you. That part of you that you let no one see, but yourself. The part of you that wants to have vengeance, that wants to rip Rick’s clothes off every time you see him, which wants to kill Dr. Ranier for murdering our friend and wants to capture, humiliate and destroy Shining Star!” “I can’t do all that!” Janette replied, “There are laws…” “Not for me!!” the image shouted, “I can do all those things and much more! But I need you to let me out, Janette. I need you to give me control of our body, so that I can fulfill all our desires!”

Janette thought for a moment and said “What the hell! I’m already crazy right? I mean I’m talking to a mirror!” “No sweetie, you’re talking to yourself.” The image said smiling. “So my little villainous alter-ego, what do I call you?” asked Janette. “What did they call you when you fought in the Savate tournaments in college?” the image asked. DuClasse had to think for a minute. Then she snapped her fingers. “Because of my auburn hair and fighting style they called me…Vixen!” “That is who we are!” she said, “Take the red bodystocking off your friend and put it on. It will enhance our strength, vitality and agility; this combined with our Savate skill will make us invincible! The claws your friend is wearing will take care of the rest.” Janette obeyed the Vixen’s instructions and soon stood before the mirror again dressed as the image was, sans the mask. “Why didn’t you put on the mask?” the Vixen asked. “It’s got a bullet hole in it, duh!” Janette answered. “Oh right, so I forgot, OK?” said the Vixen. “Besides, the ears and snout have got to go, it’s too trick-or-treat!” said Janette, “Our first task doesn’t require a mask, does it now?” “No, it doesn’t!” said the Vixen laughing.

This time the devilish laugh wasn’t just in her head, it came out of her mouth. The doctor heard it and ran to the door. The Vixen was waiting for him. As he opened it, the Vixen planted her shimmering red hosed foot directly in his chest. The doctor fell back and slid 10 feet. The Vixen leapt out of the shadowy room and stood over him, a low growl issuing from her. “Oh God, not you too!” Ranier said fearfully. “Yes doctor, but it’s worse with me.” said the Vixen, “I know exactly what I’m doing! This is for Regine! RRAWRRR!” The Vixen pounced on the poor man, snarling and tearing him to shreds.

“That was satisfying!” she said, following the kill, “Now I’ll set fire to the whole facility, collect the insurance and it’ll look like something went terribly wrong, which it did according to the good doctor’s notes! First, I’ll make another mask, and then I think The Silk Vixen will pay Rick a little midnight visit! I’ll rock his world!”
“After that, I’ll begin planning the slow and torturous demise of Shining Star! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Powers

The Silk Vixen is a most cunning and resourceful adversary. Her enhanced physical abilities come mostly from her costume. The experimental mesh that Silk Vixen’s sleek red bodystocking is made of has been treated with a process that died with Dr. Claude Ranier and his lovely assistant Regine. The process imbued the fibers of the mesh with an energizing agent that when in contact with the human body, enhances strength, agility and vitality by a factor of 5. The chemical also has a side effect. When in contact with the body, the treated mesh emits a gas that has a two fold effect: First, it alters the mind’s normal function and intense or prolonged exposure will cause mania and possible insanity. Second, the gas also is an extremely potent aphrodisiac. The gas has a lovely fragrance that makes any person that detects it, want to inhale more of it. The mind altering effect is different on each person and depends on body chemistry. In the case of any wearer, the limbic system, i.e. the primitive brain, is affected, causing animalistic tendencies such as animal rage, territorialism, and violent, brutal behavior. In the case of Janette DuClasse, the gas caused her mind to coalesce her darker and more violent, aggressive tendencies into another personality calling herself The Vixen. DuClasse allows this alter-ego to take control of their shared bodily existence and this merged person is The Silk Vixen.

o Enhanced Physique:
§ Strength: Janette DuClasse is in excellent physical condition and her strength, due to years of training and practice in Savate, is above average for a woman of her height and weight. When wearing the costume of The Silk Vixen, her strength is multiplied by a factor of 5. Therefore, since DuClasse can press about 200 pounds with considered effort, The Silk Vixen can press nearly 1000 pounds with the same general effort.
§ Agility: The Silk Vixen has incredible agility. She can leap over the head of a six foot man from a standing position, kick him in the back of his head on the way down and most likely break his neck while doing so. The Vixen even has been known to dodge bullets at longer distances.
§ Vitality/Stamina: The Silk Vixen can move, fight or run at high output for several hours with very little drop in her potency. Her stamina is especially legendary in matters relating to sex. She usually ends up murdering her lovers out of frustration because they tend to lose their “get up and go” before she is fully satisfied.
§ NOTE: The Silk Vixen’s physical attributes tend to increase as her level of anger increases. Therefore if The Vixen is extremely incensed, the resulting strength, agility and vitality levels could double or even triple!

o Weapons:
§ Claws: The Silk Vixen’s claws have been upgraded since her first kill (Dr. Claude Ranier). She since has acquired thick, retractable, razor-sharp, surgical steel claws that can tear through just about anything. They are tipped with diamond dust so that they can score and cut through glass and still slice into solid steel if necessary. The claws are especially good for scaling walls of all types.
§ Cane and Staff: The Silk Vixen is an extremely skilled Savateuse (female practitioner of Savate). She always carries two small staves like escrima sticks on her back, about 12 inches apiece, which can be put together with a simple twist to form a 24 inch cane, with which she is nearly unbeatable. She will sometimes conceal a two handed staff, about 3-4 feet long with a heavy wood or metal ball on the end, somewhere near if she expects trouble.
§ Utility Belt: The Silk Vixen usually wears a utility belt which has several pockets which usually contain a variety of nasty little surprises for anyone who crosses her path. Some things that she has been known to carry are gas pellets (tear gas, smoke screens, blind gas, cyanide etc.), grapples with high tensile wire, burglar tools, blades of all types, foot spikes, chloroform, electronic equipment, etc.
§ NOTE: The Silk Vixen is also an expert with a variety of different knives, picks and other hand held blunt or edged weapons. The shimmering red bodystockerent knives, picks and other hand held blunt or edged weapons. The shimmering red bodystocking also appears to be bullet proof, as 9mm projectiles seemed to bounce off, but not without some effect.