It hadn't taken much detective work for the two heroines to locate one of the Queen of Diamonds' front companies. It was almost as though she wanted it to be found. The Foxmobile pulled up in front of the deserted warehouse, and Flying Fox and Daphne King emerged.
"Our information said that we would find the Queen of Diamonds here," mused Flying Fox, "but I have the feeling that we've somehow been led astray."
"You can say that again" came a mocking voice.
"The Queen of Hearts," gasped Daphne. "But we thought-"
"My sisters and I decided to liven things up with a little surprise for you. Get them!"
At her command, a half-dozen burly henchmen stepped forward to confront the two heroines. With odds like that, it was no contest. In a few brief moments, three of the henchmen lay unconscious and bleeding, as Flying Fox's mastery of the martial arts dispatched them with ease. The others had assumed that the bespectacled secretary with her would be easy game. At full strength, Daphne would have tossed them around like plush toys; now, she had to settle for delivering a few good punches that left them dazed and defenseless. The Queen of Hearts watched impassively as the thugs she had hired from her sister proved themselves no match for the heroines. "Now!" called the Queen. At the word, Flying Fox and Daphne looked up to see a black-clad blond approaching them.
"My god," said Flying Fox, "It's that nutty kid who thinks she's me!"
"First of all, I'm no kid. And second, only the real Flying Fox could do this!" With that, she tossed a pellet which hit the ground and began to emit clouds of black smoke.
"No, you fool, I can't see them," screamed the Queen. "You were only supposed to grab her!" The Queen had hoped to save her own powers until she had both heroines in sight, and weakened from their exertions, but she had no choice now but to act. She closed her eyes, concentrated, and unleashed her most unique power in the direction she had last seen the heroines.
"Fox, what's wrong?" gasped Daphne, coughing through the smoke. Just as she asked the question, she began to feel strangely herself. "What…what is this?" Her partner was now slumping down, head drooping. Incredibly, she seemed to be reaching for the belt of her costume, not to take out one of her weapons, but to loosen the belt! Flying Fox let out a moan.
"D-D-Daphne," she stammered, "I'm starting to feel very-very warm. Warm and-" her voice broke off. Daphne, too, was beginning to feel a strange warmth seeping through her body. She reached up to unbutton the top buttons of her blouse, and realized, to her horror, that the warm feelings were originating in her loins and her breasts. "The Queen," she coughed. "It's her spell of sexuality!"
"Ohhhhhhh," moaned Flying Fox. "Daphne, you must run. Get away while you can and warn the others. Aaaarrgghh!" Her voice rose in a series of panting gasps, and Flying Fox seemed to be warring with herself: her hands continued to try and undo her belt, while her legs tried to push herself upright. She gasped at her companion: "They-they don't realize you still possess some of your Amazon strength. You can---ooohhh-resist for a few more moments, but I…I…aaaaaaaaahhhhh!" With that, the Flying Fox looked up into Daphne's eyes, and the Amazon princess froze. The two heroines locked eyes, and Daphne could feel the heat in her nether regions growing. Flying Fox looked lustfully at her friend, then, with a supreme effort, closed her eyes and screamed, "RUN!"
With a gasp, Daphne realized that Flying Fox was right-she must escape now, while she still had enough strength to resist. She spun on her heels and ran as fast as she could through the dissipating smoke
In a moment, as the cloud continued to lift, the Queen of Hearts strode triumphantly to where Flying Fox lay on the ground. The heroine had given up trying to rise, and lay with both hands weakly scrambling to loosen her costume. The Queen spoke to the blond would-be heroine, "Get the other one."
"But I want to punish this upstart who says she's me!"
"You fool, if it wasn't for your bungling, we'd have them both now. Bring her back here!" The girl scowled, but obeyed, and the Queen turned her attention back to the writhing form of Flying Fox.
"Well, how are we doing?" She reached down and took Flying Fox's face by the chin, and lifted her up. "Feeling a little frisky?"
"Damn you," she hissed through gritted teeth. "When I get-aaaahhh!" The Queen had ever so gently pinched one of Flying Fox's breasts through her costume.
"A bit sensitive, are we? You-" she addressed one of the henchmen who was still standing. "Come over here." The man was tall and strong, though he had been nearly helpless against Flying Fox's assault. He stood over the trembling heroine.
"Flying Fox, I'd like you to meet Nick. He works for me. Say hello to the gentleman." Flying Fox weakly raised her eyes to the thug who she had been pounding on moments before. Suddenly, she threw herself up from the ground and seized his head. The enthralled heroine then put her face to his, and began to devour his mouth in a kiss of such passion that the henchman nearly fell backwards, his lips slack under her assault.
"NNNooo-" Flying Fox pushed herself away from the man and staggered.
"The lady likes you, Nick. Help her up."
Nick took one of Flying Fox's arms and found himself in an embrace as she spun to face him and seized him around the waist.
"Oh, God, Nick-"
From behind, she felt the Queen of Hearts pull her arms away from Nick and behind her back. Deftly, the villainess pulled a pair of thin nylon cuffs from Flying Fox's utility belt, and used them to bind the heroine's wrists together behind her back. Fingers fluttering helplessly, Flying Fox strained at the cuffs, trying to reach Nick.
"I knew that you would likely be exceptionally susceptible to my spell. You're such a pompous, frigid little slut. Well, now, I've given you the opportunity to release your sexuality. I hope you're enjoying it." She smiled down at the helpless heroine. "If you'd like to show Nick just how much you're enjoying yourself, I want you on your knees." Flying Fox tried to fight, but it was no use. She found herself kneeling at the feet of the large man.
"Good. Now, open your mouth so we can give you a special treat." Horrified, the writhing heroine found herself complying. Her full lips parted, and deep inside herself a hunger burned to find him in her mouth. She closed her eyes, and found her mouth filled with--a foul-tasting rubber ball!
"Uummmfff???" The startled crimefighter looked up to see the man Nick laughing as the Queen of Hearts shoved a ballgag further into Flying Fox's mouth.
"Told you we had a surprise for you!" The villainess laughed as she fastened the buckle of the ballgag. "You're not getting off that easy." She reached to Flying Fox's belt again, and this time drew out a length of thin cord used for climbing over walls. "Nick, she's undone her belt. See if you can't open the front of that chic outfit she's wearing. Remember, though, no touching until I say so!" With a laugh, the henchman ripped open the front of Flying Fox's costume, exposing her prominent breasts. The Queen of Hearts then took the cord and began to bind Flying Fox's arms to her sides and to tie it around Flying Fox's exposed chest. Thin loops of cord encircled her body below her breasts, pushing them up. As the heroine writhed, more cord was added above the breasts, which were now painfully swollen with her unwanted passion.
"Now, Nick. Very gently, please." With that, the man brushed one of the exposed nipples with the tip of a finger.
"AAAAaaggghhhh!" Flying Fox's shriek, though muffled by the gag, still felt as though it had ripped out her throat.
"That's it, Nick. Treat your lady love with courtesy and respect." The man's fingers traced a delicate series of lines up and across his victim's tender breasts as the helpless heroine screamed into the ballgag. The Queen of Hearts held Flying Fox up by her bound arms, and had to use all her strength as the young woman bucked in an agony of sexual energy. Her loins burned, and all thought and emotion was chased out of her mind by one animal instinct.
"UUUUUhhhhhhk EEEEEeeee!"
"What did you say?" giggled the smirking villainess.
"EEEEEaaaassseee UUUhhhhhhk EEEEEeeee!" came the despairing shriek from behind the gag.
"Why, Flying Fox, I'm insulted. You would seem to be suggesting that my henchman is not also a gentleman. Did you really think he'd take advantage of a lady in your situation?"
Now the heroine's eyes burned with tears of shame and frustration as she looked up at her captors.
"No, I promise that no one will offend your modesty. You will not be touched…down there…AT ALL."
Flying Fox's despairing scream trailed off into a bubbling moan as she drooled around the ballgag. The Queen of Hearts had reduced her to a burning mass of desire, and would never let her be satisfied. Bound, she could not touch herself. Even gagged as she was, she tried to beg the man to take her, but her pitiful moans only made her captors laugh harder.
"Put her in my car, Nick. Take her back to the Queen of Diamonds' House while I see what has become of the blond idiot and the Princess."
Flying Fox felt herself lifted in Nick's strong arms, and borne away toward a waiting car. She wept with her need; forgotten were all thoughts of Daphne, of the blonde who wanted to be the Flying Fox, of the great danger all her friends faced. Her entire being was occupied with a heat that she was sure must consume her.