PROLOGUE:

Capitol City Chief of Police, Warren Bannister, walked from his car into his suburban home at around 10:30 p.m. He opened the door that led from his attached 3 car garage into the kitchen, expecting Cujo, his Pomeranian, to come zooming around the corner any second and jump in to his arms to greet him. It didn’t happen. Newly divorced, Cujo was his only companion now and he looked forward to playing with his canine pal after a hard day at Police HQ.

“Cujo? Cujo? Where’s Daddy’s girl, huh?” he called out. No answer. Bannister grew even more concerned when he saw Cujo’ bowl was still half full from this morning’s dispensing of dry food that he left for her to munch on throughout the day. It was usually empty by the time he got home in the evening and she would be famished by this time jumping up and down waiting to be fed.

He began searching for the little dog calling for her, worried that she may have eaten something she shouldn’t have for lack of food. Then he heard a little yelp as if she were playing. He breathed a sigh of relief and headed upstairs where the sound originated. He was startled when he also heard a woman’s laughter, as well as the dog’s playful yelping, coming from his bedroom. Chief Bannister rarely carried his sidearm and used it even more seldom, even though he had been on the force 23 years.

Today had been a special day, however, and he had his nickel plated S&W .38 Special ceremonial revolver in his holster. He had welcomed back to Capitol City, a very apologetic Janette DuClasse earlier today. She had in her hand a written apology to the city, the Police Department, addressed to him personally, and to Shining Star. The Mayor accepted the apology most graciously and she with the Chief stood for pictures doing a lot of handshaking and other political mumbo-jumbo along with Mademoiselle DuClasse.

The Chief unholstered his shiny fully-loaded weapon and walked into his bedroom. The sight that met his eyes made his knees weak. There was a blaze burning in the gas logged fireplace that gave an orange glow to the entire scene. He stood in the doorway pointing his gun with his mouth wide open, staring at Cujo playing on the California King sized bed with the most gorgeous woman he had seen in a long time.

She looked up at him and smiled a dazzling white smile. She rose to her knees and moved her red gloved right hand from tickling Cujo’s chest, to resting her index finger on her chin. The Chief took in every inch of her with his eyes. She was devastating. She had shoulder length auburn hair that shined like silk in the firelight. Her greenish blue eyes almost seemed to glow as the light of the flames danced in them. Her identity was obscured by a red velvet mask that covered her face, but left plenty of room for her eyes, nose and full pouting shiny red lips. Her incredibly sensuous body was covered in a red, shimmering nearly seamless bodystocking, extending from her shoulders, where it was held on by spaghetti straps, all the way down to her model perfect, red polished toes.

Bannister immediately noticed the bodystocking’s ample opening between the legs which was covered, just barely at that, by a shiny red PVC suit that started with a high tight collar at the neck, just below the nape, continued to the breasts, exposing cleavage, but covering the private areas, narrowed to a thin strip and widened just enough to cover her groin area and then continued to a thong in the back. The suit continued from the thong to a thin band that sat low astride her hips and connected to the front by two black metal hoops. She also wore a red colored, Batgirl-type utility belt high on her hips that seemed to have many types of assorted things attached to it. The sexy outfit was completed by a pair of gloves that were sheer red from the wrist to just above the elbow, and shiny PVC type material down to the fingertips. The fingers were tipped with shiny metal caps like thimbles.

She looked at the gun pointed at her and raised her hands. She asked in a low sultry French accented voice, “M’sieur, will you shoot me for playing with your dog?” She smiled again. “Well, I, uh, no, I guess not.” he replied, “But I might for breaking and entering into my home unless you have a mighty good reason for doing it, young lady!” Cujo barked and wagged her tail to greet her master. “Cujo, go downstairs, baby! Go on!” said Bannister in a commanding tone. Cujo whined, but obeyed. Bannister closed the door behind her.

“Now lady, who are you and what are you doing in my house?” demanded Chief Bannister. The red clad beauty put one sleek hosed foot on the floor, then the other and took one slinking step toward Bannister. He cocked the hammer back on his revolver, held it with a classic two-hand grip and said, “I don’t think so, lady! Not until I get some answers!” “Such aggressiveness!” said the mysterious woman in red, with a bright wicked smile, “It is not every day I meet a man with zis kind of…fire!” “I’ll ask one last time, who are you and what do you want??” he asked more firmly.

“I am The Silk Vixen and I want…you!” she said, “Now please, put zee gun away. I promise I won’t bite you…hard!” Bannister started to say something, but then he smelled to most peculiar fragrance. It was a lovely scent that seemed to assault all his senses at once. He could only see this vision of loveliness before him. He desired her more than any woman he’d ever laid eyes on. He lowered the hammer on the revolver slowly to its resting place and dropped it to the floor. The Silk Vixen lowered her hands, caressing her own body, slinking toward him.

Chief Bannister’s heart palpitated as she crossed the short distance to where he stood. She smiled, encircled his neck with her arms and kissed him, the French way, of course. The Vixen ended the kiss and grabbed his tie backing toward his big soft bed, silently pulling him along with her. The Vixen let herself fall to the bed with him on top of her. She wrapped her sleek, red hose clad legs around his muscular 6’2”, 215 lb body and kissed him again, setting him on fire! He lost all control of himself; the Chief was completely in her power. She ripped his shirt and his t-shirt off in the same motion. The Chief did the rest, kissing and fondling her curvaceous body as he did so. Bannister was now completely disrobed and ready for action. The Vixen turned him over and straddled him. She said softly, “Are you ready for zee fun to begin, Mon Cheri?” Bannister couldn’t speak, he just nodded.

The Silk Vixen reached up to the back of her neck and released a small clasp. The PVC vinyl suit covering the shimmering red bodystocking peeled away revealing the Vixen’s incredible charms. The two made love like rutting cats. Just when the Chief thought he was finished, The Silk Vixen pounced again, coaxing more and more from him until there was just no more left. She mounted him again, for the 7th time that evening, but although there was still desire for her in him, Bannister simply had no more left. “Come on, Cheri, more, give me more!” she demanded. “I’m sorry, my dear, but you’ve taken all I have to give!” Bannister said, “I’m exhausted! Just give me a few hours to sleep and we can start again! Please don’t be angry my sweet, come lie with me in my arms while I rest and we’ll begin again in the morning.”

“IN ZE MORNING??” she shouted, “Who wants to stay here until morning?? You will pay for teasing me zis way!! I am The Silk Vixen and those who trifle with my passions…die by my hand!” Suddenly, razor-sharp surgical steel claws emerged from her steel tipped gloves. “Cherie, no! Please, I love you!” shouted Bannister. “If you loved me you would have satisfied my passion!” she exclaimed, “Now you will satisfy another passion mon cheri, my passion to KILL! RAWWRRR!” The Vixen sank her claws into Bannister’s trachea, silencing his ability to speak or scream. “I do not want zee poor leetle puppy to hear you scream.” she said softly, “It may upset her and you know how nervous zee leetle pups can become when they are upset!” The Silk Vixen began to laugh. Peals of devilish laughter echoed through the house, as well as the sounds of sharp claws shredding tender flesh.

After the kill was complete, The Silk Vixen showered herself in the Chief’s master bath. She put her PVC suit on again and after a thorough inspection of the room for hair fibers or any other trace evidence, The Vixen sprayed the bed and the remains Chief Bannister with cognac, thereby destroying any DNA evidence that might remain. She then threw a card onto his bloody corpse, covered in white silk. The fibers on the card absorbed the Chief’s blood and flowed to the center, where the design of a fox’s head revealed itself. “Au revoir, mon cheri!” she said, blowing a kiss to Bannister’s shredded corpse.

The Silk Vixen padded quickly down the stairs and Cujo jumped up from her little bed and into her arms. “Do you want to come home with me, my leetle darling?” she asked. Cujo barked, wagged her tail excitedly and licked her face. “I always liked Pomeranians.” she said petting the cute little dog, “They look so much like foxes!” The Vixen carried the Chief’s one time pet out into the cool air of another beautiful morning in Capitol City.

Act I

Two days later…

Patricia “Trish” Sanders, known to the citizens of Capitol City as Shining Star, sat deep in thought while reading the morning edition of the Capitol City Post. The police had turned up very little on the brutal murder of Chief Bannister in the last two days. When Trish heard that he had been clawed to death, she suspected Constricta, knowing the serpentine villainess was still lurking out in the city environs somewhere. Detective Sgt. Jack MacTaggert ruled out the snake-woman’s involvement, however, due to the fact that there was no venom found in the body. There were traces of a gas in the air and fibers of a nylon-like substance found all over him that was still being checked out.

Trish knew Chief Bannister almost as well as she did Sgt, MacTaggert, and had been in a state of virtual mourning for the last two days. The Chief had told her that he was a very young man when the original Shining Star battled the forces of evil in Capitol City and the world. It was she and her superhero contemporaries that inspired him to become a police officer. Now he was dead, murdered by some psychopathic female who had sex with him first and then slaughtered him. Sorrow gave way to anger as Trish pondered the events of the last two days. Shining Star would bring who or whatever did this to justice, or die trying.

Trish began to feel an all too familiar tingling sensation in her shapely legs. The Superhose wanted to talk. The two had been in much closer communication since the Constricta incident, and spoke almost daily. Trish sat down on her living room couch, her sleek hosed legs under her, and closed her eyes. Immediately she could hear the thoughts of the Superhose.

“Trish, I see you’re feeling more angry than sad today.” said the Superhose, “Are you finished mourning?” “For the most part, yes.” she replied, “It’s time we started looking for this evil she-creature and took her down!” “That’s my Star talking!” said the Hose, “Where do we start?” “I don’t really know, Superhose.” she said, “There doesn’t seem to be a motive for the murder except possibly revenge. The only thing missing from the house was Cujo, his Pomeranian. It seems as if the murder itself was the main issue.” “Good thinking, Trish!” replied Superhose, “But I wonder what Bannister could have done that would cause someone to hate him enough to rip him to pieces? Usually, someone would just shoot the person and have done with it! This psychopath decided to punish him long and slow for something he did to them. That’s your motive!” “I see that now.” said Trish, “I’ll talk to Jack Mac (Trish’s nickname for Sgt. MacTaggert) and see if he and I can put together a list of suspects that had that much of a revenge motive to torture the Chief to death.” “That’s my girl!” praised the Superhose.

Trish’s eyes became a little moist at the Superhose’s last statement. “What’s wrong, Trish?” asked Superhose. “It’s nothing really, it’s just that you sounded so much like Gran Evie when you said that. It just reminds of how much I miss her.” “I know kid. I miss her too. We were partners for such a long time; I guess I maintained a lot of her mannerisms.” said Superhose, “Which is why I have to say something else to you.” “Uh oh, I sense a rebuke coming!” replied Trish, a smile coming to her face. “This is no laughing matter young lady!” the Superhose, “This hose fetish of yours could get us into real trouble one day, kid! You’ve got to learn to control this! You were so turned on at the fashion show the other night, I thought we were going to climax! Suppose some villain learns of this and tries to exploit it??” “Relax, Superhose!” said Trish, “When Constricta stimulated my feet and legs in the alley, I didn’t let on that I was stimulated or anything. Besides Superhose, nobody knows!”

*****

Unfortunately, for Trish, someone does suspect her weakness. Across town, in the upscale “Marvelous Mile” district, Janette DuClasse, the alter ego of the deadly and devious, Silk Vixen, is standing at the large window of the luxuriously appointed penthouse suite in the Hyatt Country Club Hotel. Dressed in a sensuous white satin robe, she stands thinking about how best to test her theory about Shining Star’s weakness. Just then, Rick, her assistant, emerges from the bedroom suite, a bit disheveled, but smiling, wearing a similar robe in purple.

Rick comes up behind Janette, encircles her waist with his arms and gently kisses her neck. “Good Morning, boss!” he said. Janette smiles and turning around, kisses him passionately. After the kiss, Janette said,”You know, this could be considered sexual harassment!” “Yes, I know.” said Rick, “I’m afraid I’ll have to report you for this, Ma’amselle DuClasse!” “Oh, please don’t do that!” she replied, feigning a scared look, “What can I do to make you change your mind about…reporting me?” “Only one thing, Cherie.” he answered. “Oh, and what’s that, my little employee?” asked Janette smiling. Rick answered, “Make sure the harassment continues, of course!” Janette laughed and kissed him again.

“Do you know how long I have fantasized about doing this, Janette?” Rick asked. “Oh, ever since I hired you, I would imagine!” she replied, “I couldn’t help seeing how you looked at my body during the interview. You were very discreet about it, but I caught it anyway.” “And you still hired me? Why?” asked Rick with an amazed look. “Because silly boy, I was doing the same thing to you.” Janette replied, “You had the job because of your qualifications when you walked in, but I wanted to see you and that tight little arse of yours!” “You wanted me too? Why didn’t you say anything?” asked Rick. “Professional detachment, Ricky! I felt that our business relationship would suffer if we did this!” said Janette. “What has changed, that made you do it anyway?” he asked. “Let that be my secret for now, mon cheri.” she replied, “Let’s just say that I need more than an personal assistant now, I need a lover and a trusted friend!” “You have more than that, Cherie, I love you, Janette.” Rick replied, “I think I always have and I always will.” “And I you Ricky!” she replied, caressing his face, “But we have things to plan my dearest! I want to you to find me a very private place to do an experiment. An abandoned factory, office building something like that, but there can be no link to me or the company, understand?” “Sure, no problem with that, but why do you want it?” Rick asked. “If I told you, you could get hurt, Ricky, and I couldn’t bear that. Just do it for me. No more questions, OK?” said Janette.

Just then a little dog came running into the room jumping and down near them, barking and wagging its tail. Rick laughed and picked up the adorable Pomeranian and asked, “Whose little pup are you? Hmm?” Janette responded, “Oh, I found her and brought her home, she was so cute and all alone out there in the streets. I’m going to keep her and call her…Colette!” “That’s nice name!” said Rick, handing her the dog, “Well, let me get to work on this, I should have something for you by noon.” “Thanks, Ricky! I knew I could count on you, as always!” she said. He blew her a kiss and disappeared into the office setup by the hotel that was adjacent to the penthouse.

“You realize we may have to kill him, don’t you?” said the inner voice of the Vixen. “No!” Janette whispered loudly, “He’s mine! I won’t let you hurt him!” “You dare to tell me what I can and cannot do??” shouted the Vixen, “He may be yours, but you are mine! I command you, you do not ever command me, UNDERSTAND??” “Yes, yes! Whatever you say!” Janette said, dropping Colette and grabbing her temples, “Please stop the pain! Can’t think…can’t think!” “Zen obey me and do not ever question me again or you will suffer more zan just a headache!” warned the Vixen, “Now, I have a plan to capture Shining Star and confirm our suspicions about her weakness. Here is what we must do…”

Act II

Shining Star was just completing her patrol near Capitol City’s Gray street district. She stood on one of the tallest buildings in the area and scanned for anything unusual or out of place, unaware that her every move was being observed by a pair of luminous blue-green eyes. The Silk Vixen had been following the gorgeous young heroine at a distance, hiding in the shadows tracking her prey’s every movement. Her trap was set. She only needed to spring it.

In the next block, Harry Gregson, an overworked, underpaid insurance adjuster, was on his way home after a very long day. He approached the intersection of Tiburon and Wakefield, near the Gray Street Outlet Mall. Many shoppers were still on their mission to find bargains and waited on the traffic signal to cross the street for more shopping or just to get something to eat at the outdoor food court. Harry slowed for the red light, but suddenly felt a slight pain, like a pinprick, on his neck. He felt light-headed and then passed out.

Gregson blew through the signal, unconscious. He was headed into the intersection. Several cars swerved and avoided collision with the KO’d insurance man, but the oncoming cable car couldn’t stop in time. Just then Shining Star’s glistening figure dropped in behind the out of control vehicle. She grabbed the fender and dug her Superhosed heels into the blacktop and the underlying concrete below. The car stopped inches from the cable car tracks as it continued on its way. The crowds of witnesses to the spectacular rescue cheered as Shining Star waved, blushing from all the attention.

Shining Star rushed to the driver’s side of the car to check on the operator of the vehicle. Harry Gregson was still unconscious and Shining Star noticed an object imbedded in the side of the man’s neck. She pulled it out and noticed that it was a dart whose other end was shaped like a fox’s head! The shape was identical to the one on the card that was recovered at the scene of Chief Bannister’s murder. Shining Star frowned deeply and scanned the surrounding area looking for the culprit. Just then, the green eyes of the tiny dart glowed and a sultry French accented voice came from it! “Well done, Shining Star! That couldn’t have gone better if I had arranged it!” said the voice, “Oh, silly me! I did arrange it! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“You evil, murdering wench! You could have killed this man and several others playing your stupid game!” replied Shining Star, still searching for some sign as to where the villainess was hiding. “Up here, Shining Star!” said the villainess. She looked up and on top of the newly renovated Fox Theatre sign was a shapely red stockinged figure waving to her. “Catch me if you can, Shining Star!” she taunted and leaped out of sight. A voice from the crowd shouted, “Go get her, Shining Star!!” The crowd of onlookers shouted their support.

Shining Star waved and got ready to leap after her, but stopped when she felt a small tap on her sleek hosed leg. She looked down to see a small boy about 6 years old. The golden haired crime-buster smiled, crouched down and said, “What can I do for you, my little man?” “Please be careful Shining Star! I don’t like her, it might be a trap!” he said. “You know you’re pretty smart! What’s your name?” asked Shining Star. “Marty Kirkwood, ma’am!” he replied. His mother pushed through the crowd and said, “Martin Samuel Kirkwood, you are in so much trouble, young man!” She stopped short when she saw Shining Star. “Don’t be too hard on him Ms. Kirkwood.” said Shining Star with a smile, “He just wanted to warn me to take care. Thanks, Marty!” Shining Star kissed him on the cheek and stood up. “You know, you might make a good hero one day, Marty!” she said, “Be a good boy, now!” “I will, I promise!” said Marty. Shining Star smiled and shot skyward after the mysterious woman in red. Marty said, “When I grow up I wanna be a superhero!” “Oh, brother!” said Mrs. Kirkwood rolling her eyes and pulling Marty along behind her.

*****

Shining Star landed on the roof of the Fox Theatre and cautiously looked around. There was no one in sight. Mentally, Shining Star said, “Superhose…” The Superhose replied, “I’m way ahead of you, Star. Scanning…” Superhose found the villainess hiding behind the structure holding the door to stairway leading down into the theatre, but she also noticed the deadly female was holding a remote control. Further scan showed an array of dart launchers tracking with her every movement. “Star, she’s right behind that dormer with the door that leads to the stairway. There’s 10 R/C dart launchers tracking on you now. You can get her, but you need to move fast.” explained the amazing garment. “Thanks, Superhose!” said Shining Star, “I’ve got an idea!”

With blinding speed, Shining Star circled the dormer and caught the red clad villainess by surprise. She kicked the remote control from her hand and leaping upward simultaneously smashed the remote with one foot and tagged the villainess on the side of the head with the other. Shining Star came down next to her and said, “Alright girlfriend, game over, you lose! Who are you, anyway?” “I am The Silk Vixen, but you are wrong Shining Star!” she said getting to her feet, “The game has just begun!” The wily Vixen threw a flash bomb pellet at Shining Star which she deftly blocked with a super-fast foot, but it exploded temporarily blinding her.

The Silk Vixen tried a low Savate kick, but the shimmering Superhose allowed no injury to Shining Star’s legs. The sleek Savateuse whipped out her two batons and attacked Shining Star who was still shaking off the temporary blindness. As fast as the Vixen’s batons were, they were no match for the amazing Superhose. The blocks were present almost a split second before the baton arrived near Shining Star. Almost as if Shining Star was reading her mind. Frustrated, The Silk Vixen growled and connected the two batons with a twist, forming her cane. Shining Star’s vision had completely cleared and she successfully parried every blow from the Vixen’s cane with her powerful legs and feet.

The Vixen thought to herself, “I can’t seem to match her physically! I’ll have to use my wiles again! On to Phase 2!” The Silk Vixen jumped straight up and over Shining Star. The acrobatic adversary landed her hose clad feet on top of the femme fantastique’s head and using it as a springboard, leapt to the other roof adjacent to the theatre. “My God, but she’s agile!” thought Shining Star. The Vixen smiled, winked and whirled her cane around her and gave Shining Star the Matrix “bring-it-on” motion. Shining Star leapt towards The Silk Vixen and chased her across the rooftops heading toward the old industrial district.

Act III

Shining Star saw The Silk Vixen drop through the skylight of an abandoned factory near the West End dock area. She landed on top of the building and asked the Superhose to scan for traps and hidden devices. The Superhose detected an arsenal of trapping devices and electronic surveillance equipment mounted throughout the structure. “Well, it’s obvious that this is where she wants me!” thought Shining Star, “We shouldn’t disappoint our hostess when she’s gone to this much trouble to prepare such a warm welcome for us!” “Be careful, Star!” said Superhose, “We know how cunning our adversary is! I’ll keep scanning as we go!” “OK, let’s crash the party!” said Shining Star as she jumped down through the skylight.

Shining Star fell toward the floor, but then suddenly the section that she was about to land on opened up revealing razor sharp steel spikes! Shining Star landed directly on top of them feet first and tip-toed across their pointed ends to a solid section of the floor. “Whew! This chick is seriously disturbed!” said Shining Star thinking out loud. “Now, now Shining Star, there’s no need for name calling!” said the disembodied voice of The Silk Vixen, who followed her statement with devilish laughter, “Welcome to my little funhouse, cherie! I hope you enjoy your visit! I think it will most educational, no?” “Where are you, you sick, twisted murderer??” asked Shining Star.

The Silk Vixen was sitting in a makeshift control room with a dozen smaller monitors and a large central flat view screen that showed Shining Star’s location on a CG and wire frame rendering of the factory. The Vixen flipped several switches and lights turned on in a specific pattern, along a wide yellow path laid out on the floor. Shining Star knew this wasn’t going to be an easy trek, but to walk any other way could have serious consequences as explosives had been planted all over the building. The Superhose’s scan revealed that walking anywhere but the illumined path would trigger many nasty surprises, including the explosives. “If you want find me, you must do as ze old movie says, mon petit, ‘Follow the yellow brick road’! HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“This one didn’t fly over, this bird has made a home in the cuckoo’s nest, Superhose!” thought Shining Star. “Yes, Star. She’s certifiable alright, but extremely dangerous, very smart and well financed!” replied Superhose, “Don’t underestimate her because she’s insane! Constricta’s insane too and she almost killed us!” “Good point! Thanks for the reminder!” she thought, “Let’s get started on the journey to Oz then shall we?” Shining Star cautiously padded down the yellow path. After she covered a section, the lights in that part of the factory would turn off and the ones in the next section would illuminate. After about 20 yards, the Superhose shouted, “Flip forward 20 feet, NOW!” Shining Star did as she was instructed, just as two 3 ton slabs of iron on pendulum arms smashed together right where she had been standing!

“Whoa! That was too close!” thought Shining Star, “Thanks, Superhose!” “Not a problem, kiddo!” said the Hose, “Another fraction of a second and we’d have had a very pressing problem!” “Ohhhh, Superhose, that was awful!” said Shining Star, at the pun. “Sorry, kid! Couldn’t help it!” said the amused garment. “You know I think it was better before we started ‘talking’!” joked the heroine. After nearly 30 minutes of winding yellow floor and avoiding unpleasant surprises, Shining Star was a bit fed up. “Come on, Vixen! Haven’t you got the guts for a straight fight??” shouted the exasperated heroine. “Oh petit, where is your sense of adventure?” replied the Silk Vixen with a giggle. “Probably the same place your good common sense is hiding, you demented idiot!” Shining Star answered angrily. “You’ll pay for that remark, mon petit heroine!!” the incensed villainess shouted. “Good! I’ve made her angry!” thought Shining Star smiling, “Maybe she’ll come to me now!”

The Silk Vixen flipped a small switch labeled “Pets”. She said, “You don’t like my little maze; see if you like my little pets, Shining Star!” The Superhose warned Shining Star that several small animals were headed toward her coming from different directions. The first to arrive at her position stepped into the light. It was a red fox. It looked hungry and it had sharp steel claws and teeth. The fox growled and bared its teeth. Suddenly there were dozens of them closing in on her from the darkness. “As an extra incentive, their claws are coated with a knockout drug.” said the vile Vixen, “The more they scratch you, the more you’ll feel sleepy, until you fall unconscious and then…dinner is served! Get her my pets! HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

In response to The Silk Vixen’s command, the foxes attacked, clawing, growling and snarling as they did so. Shining Star whirled in a circle at super speed knocking most of her vulpine attackers off, if not out. However, even at the speed she was moving, some of the little foxes were getting through. The drugged claws were beginning to take their toll on her. Shining Star felt light headed and about to pass out. Shining Star took the only direction the foxes weren’t coming from…UP!

The beautiful heroine leapt straight up into the metal rafters of the building. There was one persistent fox that was still chewing on her indestructible hosed foot when she reached the safety of the rafters. With an annoyed look on her face, Shining Star thumped him in the head, and he fell unconscious into the sea of snarling reddish brown fur beneath her. “Superhose, you OK?” thought Shining Star. “Yes, at little groggy, but recovering quickly.” replied the Hose, “Hold on, let me see if I can get us free of this drug and give our little friends a surprise trip to dreamland!”

The Superhose began pulling the KO drug from Shining Star’s bloodstream and into herself. “Star, point your foot down at the foxes.” ordered the Superhose. The gorgeous blonde heroine pointed her model perfect glistening foot toward the foxes. The Superhose expelled the KO drug through the portion covering Shining Star’s toes. The fine mist covered the area where the foxes had converged, looking up at Shining Star. The red furred carnivores began to fall asleep almost instantly. Soon they were all fast asleep.

“NO! You can’t do that to my little pets! Curse you, you blonde bimbo! I’ll get you for zis! Where are you? Show yourself!” shouted the Vixen. Shining Star started to reply, but the Superhose stopped her. “She can’t see us right now!” said the Hose, “Let me scan for her and see if you can get to her before she can set off the explosives!” After 5 seconds the Superhose said, “There she is! The office in the center! See it?” “Got it! On my way!” said Shining Star. The sleek legged heroine streaked down toward the windowed office where The Silk Vixen was hard at work trying to locate the young superheroine.

Shining Star slinked up behind her, stood in the classic heroine hands-on-hips pose and asked, “Looking for someone, Vixie?” The shocked villainess turned just in time to see Shining Star’s fist coming right at her. The Vixen flew through the plate glass window out to the factory floor. Shining Star leapt out after her. The Vixen’s amazing stamina allowed her to recover quickly, but she remained still to make the heroine come closer. “Superhose, is she…” Before Shining Star could finish the thought, The Vixen rolled to her side and kicked the statuesque young woman square in the chest. As she fell, the vicious Vixen bared her razor sharp claws and fell on top of Shining Star. “RAWWRRRR!” the villainess growled, “My claws will finish you for good! GRRAWWLLL!”

Shining Star grabbed the wrists of the Vixen and struggled in a test of strength, trying to keep the sleek red clad villainess’ claws from entering her body. Unfortunately, The Silk Vixen’s upper body strength was just a hair’s breadth more than Shining Star’s. The sharp surgical steel claws began to descend slowly, inexorably toward Shining Star’s lovely body. The Silk Vixen smiled and said, “Now my beauty, you’ll feel my claws!” The Vixen laughed devilishly as her razored steel claws came closer and closer. Shining Star pushed the clawed hands of The Silk Vixen up a few inches and said, “I don’t think so Vixie!”

The heroine placed her shimmering feet on the Vixen’s stomach and shoved hard, propelling her off her chest and back first into a large piece of heavy equipment. The Vixen was dazed from the impact and the wind had been knocked out of her. The Vixen knew that if she was to gain another advantage over Shining Star, it would have to be a different way. The Vixen lay still waiting for Shining Star to come close again, but the heroine was blonde, not stupid. Shining Star waited at a safe distance for The Silk Vixen to recover. “S’il vous plait…help me…hurt badly!” said the Vixen weakly. “Can you scan her from here, Superhose?” asked Shining Star. “Just surface, I’m afraid.” replied the Hose. “She could be faking, but from this distance I can’t tell, sorry.” “I guess I’ll have to chance it.” she said internally, “If she’s really hurt that badly, I can’t just turn away!” “Spoken like a hero!” said the Superhose proudly, “Go to it, but be careful she’s a sly little fox!”

Shining Star started cautiously toward The Silk Vixen. “Please…help…can’t…breathe!” pleaded the Vixen. Shining Star quickened her pace a little, but still remained cautious. As she reached her, she could tell the villainess’ breathing was shallow. There were no broken bones, so Shining Star picked her up and carried her to a large metal table in the center of the room. As she checked the Vixen over, Shining Star noticed a lovely fragrance coming from her. “What lovely perfume.” Shining Star thought aloud, “A most…enticing…fragrance.” Shining Star’s body temperature started to rise and the Superhose became concerned. “Star, are you OK? I sense a change in your perceptions.” said the Hose. “I’m OK.” she responded.

Shining Star started looking at the Vixen’s alluring costume; Its shimmering sleekness, its glorious glistening softness. She had to touch it. She softly caressed her thigh. The sensation of pleasure was overwhelming! Shining Star had never touched another woman this way before. She wanted to stop, but something made her continue! She moved down the Vixen’s leg to her lovely feet. She fondled them as she massaged her own sometimes, but this feeling of arousal was something she couldn’t control. The Superhose tried to speak to her, but the arousal was blocking communication with Shining Star.

The Silk Vixen opened her eyes and smiled. Shining Star was becoming spellbound by her sleek hosed body. “Shining Star, mon petit, come here.” said the Vixen softly. Shining Star obeyed and stood over her face breathing heavily. “Why cherie, you seem so flustered! What is wrong?” asked the Vixen. “Don’t know…can’t think straight!” replied the overcome heroine, “Help me…please! Don’t want…to feel…this way!” The Vixen sat up and turned toward Shining Star and caressed her beautiful face. “What don’t you want to feel, cherie?” she asked her. “Not right…mustn’t feel like this…it’s wrong…it’s…wrong!” said Shining Star. “What is it, cherie? What is so wrong? Tell me what you want!” the Vixen urged. “To…kiss…you! But…I…mustn’t! Not…right! I can’t…I won’t!”

“Oh, but you must, cherie! You have to, you have no choice! Do you want me to caress you with my legs and my feet, as you caressed mine?” asked the Vixen. “Oh, yes…please!” begged Shining Star. “Then you must pay my price. That price is one French kiss!” said the Vixen with a sultry smile, “Give me that, and I’ll do whatever you want!” Shining Star was visibly trembling. “No…not that…ask anything but that!” “As you wish, mon petit, but I was going to give you this…” said the Vixen as she slowly ran the arch of her lovely hosed foot down the side of Shining Star’s right leg. The stimulus was impossible to resist. Shining Star gasped deeply and shed a tear. Now the Superhose herself was engulfed in the throes of arousal. Shining Star was almost completely in the Vixen’s power, but it needed the final catalyst to put her over the edge.

“Petit, don’t you want to kiss my full, red, soft lips?” asked the Vixen. Haltingly, Shining Star replied, “Yes…but…it’s…wrong! Can’t…do…it!!” “Of course you can, silly girl! It’s what you want, isn’t it?” said the Vixen. “Yes!” she replied. “Then do it! Now!” ordered the Vixen. Shining Star slowly came toward the red lips of The Silk Vixen. The impatient Vixen pulled her mouth onto hers and the kiss began. Shining Star received the Vixen’s tongue as it explored her mouth and she moaned passionately. She returned the exploration, and the Vixen began languorously caressing her with her hosed legs and feet. The blonde crime buster lost all control and actually climaxed. Shining Star was now completely hers.

Act IV

The Silk Vixen continued her caressing of Shining Star’s sensuously sleek legs with her own shimmering hosed legs and feet. The lovely French villainess straddled her on the large metal table, constantly stimulating her. The Vixen smiled as she was almost as turned on as Shining Star. The red hose clad Vixen kissed the heroine again and again, licking her lips, face and neck. The young heroine had never received this kind of stimulation before from a woman. It was foreign, alien to her, but she could only continue to be bombarded by the constant sensation of overwhelming pleasure.

The Vixen slowly and sensuously moved down her body and kissed her breasts, but didn’t remove her leotard…yet. The fondling continued down the euphoric heroine’s body until the Vixen touched her legs again. The Silk Vixen’s suspicions were confirmed as she caressed the golden haired heroine’s Superhosed legs. Shining Star breathlessly whispered, “Yes…more…more!” The Vixen smiled and remounted her heroic prey and said, “You want more petit?” “Oh yes…please…more!” pleaded Shining Star. “Then beg, plead with me! Tell me what you want, cherie and I will give it to you! Tell me, now!” demanded the Vixen. Shining Star opened her eyes. They were glazed over as if under a spell. The breathless heroine begged, “Touch my legs, my feet, my breasts, my body, please!” “Please, what?” asked the Vixen, “Say it! SAY IT!” “Please…M…M…Mistress!” said Shining Star finally, tears falling down the sides of her face, running into her ears. The Vixen laughed devilishly as she caressed the glimmering legs and feet of Shining Star with her own, dismounting her to kiss and fondle her feet, to lick behind her knees, and slowly stroke her thighs.

The Silk Vixen stimulated Shining Star to at least 20 climaxes in this way before she was completely overcome and passed out. The Vixen removed Shining Star’s patriotically colored leotard leaving her half naked, dressed only in her shimmering sheer hose. The Vixen tried to remove these also, but they were melded to her skin and the Vixen did not wish to damage her prize quite yet. The Vixen then laid her gorgeous body on a smaller table leaving Shining Star’s sensuously supple hosed legs to dangle off the edge. The state that Shining Star was in left her extremely susceptible to suggestion, so the Vixen tried to pry from her a heroine’s most precious secret, her true identity. For hours, the Vixen fondled the hose clad heroines body. She stimulated her to multiple climaxes with still no success. Her frustration knew no bounds.

The enraged villainess straddled Shining Star again and bared her razor sharp claws, preparing to rend her heroic prey to shreds. She growled and struck Shining Star in the shoulder. The heroine screamed. The evil Vixen swiped the semi-conscious heroine across her midsection clawing her deeply, splattering blood all over. Shining Star screamed once again. The Silk Vixen raised her claws again to sink them deep into her helpless prey, but an inner voice stopped her saying, “Mistress Vixen! I thought we were going to destroy her world first! Is it time to kill her yet?” The Silk Vixen sheathed her claws and smiled wickedly. “You make a valid point, Janette!” said the Vixen, “Thank you for stopping me! I would have spoiled all ze fun!” The Vixen looked down at the lovely heroine and stroked her flushed cheek. “Do not worry, petit. I won’t hurt you anymore…tonight! This is the first day of the end of your life!” The maniacal Vixen laughed wickedly as she leapt off the table headed for the office where her equipment was set up.

The wily Vixen retrieved her digital camera and took pictures of the unclothed and unconscious heroine. She planned to deliver them anonymously to the Capitol City Post. The panic that would grip the populace from the sight of the pictures would be enough by itself, thinking Shining Star was dead, but when their heroine turned up alive she’d be a humiliated laughing stock! As the Vixen prepared to leave, she noticed a small pocket in the leotard that contained Shining Star’s cell phone, paid for by the Capitol City Police Department.

The Silk Vixen took it out and paged through the phone book. There were very few numbers in it. Emergency numbers for the mayor, Chief Bannister and one other that made her smile. She quickly scribbled the number for the phone itself and the number she wanted on a small pad and put the phone back in its place. The villainess took the time to leave a note for the wounded Shining Star. It read:

Shining Star,

I now know your weakness intimately. I will destroy your
world, piece by piece. You will watch your friends die before
you, your city tear itself apart, your life and reputation will lie in
ruin.
You will beg me to kill you to stop the pain. A request I
will happily grant, slowly and torturously! You will awaken one
night to find my sharp claws at your throat! Sleep well, cherie!
Sleep lightly!

Au Revoir!

The Silk Vixen
PS – Thanks for the kiss! It was heavenly! SV

EPILOGUE:

Part 1

It was 2:00 a.m. when Detective Sgt. Jack MacTaggert’s phone rang. He thought to himself, “This had better be good!” “Hello?” he said sleepily. “Jack?” the sobbing voice said. “Star? Is that you?” asked Jack sitting up in bed. “Yes.” the trembling voice said, “She hurt me Jack, she hurt me real bad! Help me!” “Star, where are you? Can you see where you are, sweetheart?” Jack said pulling on his pants. “I think so…yes, Houston and Fourth…phone booth…cell phone gone…she had claws, Jack…sharp claws…” The voice began to sob again. “Hold on, Jack’s comin’, darlin’, OK?? Stay right there!!” Jack said loudly and hung up.

The Silk Vixen laughed devilishly after she hung up the phone. “Ooooh, I am so good! Now, my dear Sergeant, you will feel the claws of The Silk Vixen ripping your tender flesh! You will tell me who Shining Star really is or you will die a slow and exquisitely painful death! Of course, I’ll probably kill you even if you do tell me, so I suppose it doesn’t really matter, now does it? I’ll have fun either way! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Part 2

Trish Sanders still felt dirty. She had taken 4 baths and rinsed her mouth with hydrogen peroxide and Listerine combined, several times. With all this, the young heroine still felt dirty and violated. She could still feel The Silk Vixen’s tongue exploring her mouth. As Shining Star, she had even consoled women who had been raped and abused, but she herself had never been a victim…until now. Her rage was uncontrollable. She lashed out at furnishings, glassware, anything she could find to vent her anger, frustration and sense of helplessness. She was incensed at the Vixen for touching her and doing things to her that no other villain had ever done, but she was more enraged at herself for actually begging her to continue. For the first time in her life, she actually wanted to kill someone. She was so ashamed at her behavior that she had taken off the Superhose and her costume, not putting it on for the past 3 days.

The Superhose had warned her that she needed to get a handle on her hose fetish, but Trish had dismissed it as the Hose worrying too much. By the time Shining Star had recovered in the factory, the Superhose had completely healed the claw wounds left by the Silk Vixen with no physical scars. The emotional scars, however, would stay with her for sometime. The Superhose was silent the whole way home and said nothing as Trish removed her, returning Trish to her normal appearance. Then Trish heard a ringing sound. The Superhose was shimmering brightly. She wanted to talk. Trish sighed, picked up the Hose and put them on.

“Trish, how are you feeling?” asked the Superhose. “You know how I’m feeling. You share my every thought, don’t you?” said Trish sobbing. “Yes, I suppose I do. That’s why I didn’t speak on the way home.” said the Hose, “I knew you were ashamed and violated. You felt helpless and confused. You didn’t need any words from me then, but you do now. You feel like quitting. Don’t! That’s just what your enemy wants! That gives her control! You’re not a little girl anymore! You are Shining Star! You are the Protector of Capitol City! Pull it together, girl! Get back to work, otherwise she wins and the city, the whole city, including little Marty Kirkwood, loses.”

“What if I get caught by The Silk Vixen again?” asked Trish with tears streaming down her cheeks, “What if I…” “Screw up?” finished the Hose, “Look kid, your Gran Evie and I shared a lot of adventures. Someday we’ll sit and talk about them now that we do actually communicate this way, but let me tell you something…Your Gran pulled some true boners in her time! This isn’t the first time this has happened to Shining Star, but she survived and so will you! So I think it’s time you snap out of this funk you’re in, don’t you?”

“No,” said Trish through her teeth, “I think it’s time we go…fox hunting!” “That’s my Shining Star!!” said the Superhose happily.