Issue Five – The Scarlet Bimbo
Prologue
Ashley Fontain arrived home after a long day at work to find a strange man standing in her kitchen.
"Who the hell are you?" she gasped in fright, dropping her purse and a bag of groceries.
The man was tall and lanky, wearing an ostentatious suit, like an old timey carnival magician. He even had on white gloves and spats, along with a red lined, black cape complete with a high pointy cowl. His black hair was slicked neatly back, not a single strand out of place, and his face was covered in a phantom of the opera style ¾'s mask.
"My name is Hypnox," he said.
"Y-you've got five seconds to get the hell out of here," Ashley said trying to sound stern.
"Please, miss Fontain," the man said. "Do not be alarmed, I mean you no harm."
The stranger held up one white gloved hand. To her surprise the finger tips suddenly began to flash with undulating, multi-colored lights. Almost immediately Ashley found herself unable to look away from the beautiful flashing lights.
"I'm serious," she said. "I'll call the cops."
"Now that won't be necessary," Hypnox chuckled, beginning to wave his hand about. "Wouldn't you rather...take your clothes off."
"I most certainly would not," the pretty blond gasped, shrugging off her jacket.
She was wearing a very professional looking beige pant suit, with a white blazer which her hands immediately began to unbutton, seemingly on their own. All the while her eyes stayed focused on his gloved hand. No sooner had her top dropped to the floor, than did her hands unclasp the nude colored bra she wore beneath.
"W-what's going on?" Ashley asked, already coming out of her pants!
"Already your unconscious mind is open to my suggestions," the man laughed. "Soon you will surrender your very will to my command!"
"No! That's impossible," the blond said, sliding a flesh colored thong down her slender legs.
"Wow, I had not expected such a body," the strange man grinned.
Despite her shock, she felt perfectly relieved to be standing completely naked in front of Hypnox. Because she was a runner, her body was lean and tight with a perky set of molded B-cups. Her figure was slight, with narrow hips, and being a natural blond her sweet little pussy was covered in soft peach fuzz.
"How are you doing this?" she asked, perplexed and alarmed but making no effort to cover herself.
"How is not your concern," he replied, lifting his other hand, brandishing another flashing glove.
Hypnox's hands began to weave a tantalizing dance of shimmering light. Ashley immediately found herself drawn into it, her eyes stared unblinking as the rest of the world melted away. Soon there was only the colorful lights and his voice, his smooth, comforting, commanding voice.
"You are drifting deep into trance," the voice said. "Feel your will draining away." As he said this Ashley felt herself opening up completely. "You're only desire is to serve me unquestioningly."
The pretty blond became a blank slate, her only desire, her only thought was of her new Master.
"Serve you completely," she echoed.
Hypnox smiled, women seemed so much easier to hypnotize than men. He theorized it was their heightened sensitivity to the color spectrum that opened their subconscious even more quickly and deeply to his command.
The man known as Hypnox had begun life as a psychotherapist. He became especially interested in hypno-therapy and began to study the science and practice. He began to refine his research to a point he was able to place people under trance involuntarily. He intended to use it for correction of dangerous criminals, eliminating the need for the death penalty. The industry roundly rejected his research, citing it to be "highly unethical." He had never been able to work in his chosen field again. Fortunately, his research had other financial applications, allowing him to continue his research and development.
Ashley Fontain was the manager of an extremely high end jewelry store, and later she'd be taking him there to clean out the inventory. However, with her completely under his control, and being so much hotter than anticipated, perhaps there was time to have a little fun.
"Slave...?"
"Yes, Master?"
"It's time you put that stupendous body to good use, come to me now..."
"Yes, Master!"
Chapter One
Warden City could be beautiful at night, so lit up it could shame the stars in a clear sky. The Scarlet Dove soared blissfully above it, careening through the taller skyscrapers and swooping down on the shorter buildings. She was careful not to dip too low, not that she was overly worried about being seen, but did not want to advertise her presence just yet.
It was her first night back on patrol, and with her new gear. Brianna le Croix had kept the image the same; bustier and bikini style bottoms left her statuesque legs alluringly bare. Although Starling felt as if these new bottoms were a bit cheekier than her old ones (she resisted the consideration that her booty was getting bigger!). The bigger change was that her bracelets now sported a built-in Taser device, meaning no more fiddling around with the bird shaped pins...stylish as they were!
It was not long before the superheroine came across something suspicious. There was a dark panel truck parked in the alley behind the Lusteire Jewelers building. She banked around, dropping into a more shadowed flight pattern. As she watched, several men came out of the building carrying boxes, and loading them into the box truck.
A little thrill tickled up her spine. This was exactly what she needed! She had been busy lately with smaller crimes; muggings, car thefts and the like, and while she got every bit as much satisfaction out of those triumphs, she knew this one would make headlines. She wasn't especially interested in publicity (well maybe a little), but she wanted to keep the Scarlet Dove's presence known to the city. This seemed especially needed after her extended absence following her capture by and of, Creole Creed and Don Scarpone.
Rolling into a dive, Starling plummeting down on the three men loading the truck. She crashed into one, kicking him with so much momentum, it sent him flying across the alley crashing into the wall with a groan. He slumped unconscious as the young heroine whirled to face the other two.
"Okay, boys who's next!" she blustered, but the two men totally ignored her. "Boys?"
Showing no reaction to the gorgeous, scantily clad red head, or even the absence of their accomplice, the two men simply continued to load the truck. They were dressed in black, as to be expected, but more remarkably each wore a blank, vacant expression on his face. They turned to head back inside, moving stiffly and robot like.
"Boys?" Perplexed, the Scarlet Dove called after them. "Don't you know women hate to be ignored?"
She followed the men into the jewelry store. They continued about their mission giving her no regard whatsoever. The entranced men merely moved around her, cleaning out the display cases with single minded focus. Even when she reached out to grab or try and get their attention, they merely pulled out of her grasp and continued with their task. In the end, the Scarlet Dove was left standing with her hands on her hips, thoroughly confused.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the Scarlet Dove!" Boomed a voice behind her.
Starling whirled around to face the speaker, squaring up and painting an impossibly cute scowl on her face. The man before her was dressed like an old timey magician, in a black and white tuxedo with a high cowled red cape. His face was covered over 3/4 s by a formless white mask.
"Who are you," the Scarlet Dove demanded. "What's going on here? What have you done to these people?"
"That is a lot of questions," the villain grinned. "Where to start? Where to start? Ah yes...allow me to introduce myself...I am Hypnox!"
Hypnox took a moment to admire the vision before him. Her skin tight, white and gold outfit left little to the imagination, with the bottoms fitting her curvaceous hips like a bikini, and the bustier top clinging to the supple curves of her full breasts. She still wore golden, high heeled boots, making her legs seem even longer, and accentuating the delicious curves of her hourglass figure. Her hair was red, so bright and shiny it looked candied, and it fell around her shoulders in thick wavy locks. Her beautiful face was obscured by that signature feathered mask, but he could tell just by what could be seen that she was terribly beautiful.
"Whoever you are, I'm going to give you one chance to surrender," the heroine said sternly. "Tell your men to return everything they've taken!"
"That may work with your average criminal, my pretty," Hypnox chuckled. "But you'll find I'm far from average!"
"What's that they say about 'the bigger they are'?" she shouted, leaping forward.
Starling rocketed through the air like a sexy torpedo, thrusting both fists forward. Hypnox had no hope of dodging her attack and she crashed into the villain, hitting him in the center of his chest! He grunted and flew back against the wall with a crash.
The Scarlet Dove stood over him, smugly planting her hands on her shapely hips. "Oh, that's right...the harder they fall!"
Hypnox could only groan, slumped on the floor.
Starling shook her head, looking down at the man. He obviously fancied himself a super villain, what with his ridiculous costume and name. She reached down and grabbed the groggy villain by his lapels. She clenched her fist for another punch. He quickly held up his white gloved hand in apparent surrender.
"Wait, wait, wait!" he gasped.
Starling paused, "begging for mercy?"
"Not exactly," he smirked, and suddenly the fingertips of his glove began to glow.
The superheroine glanced at them, then turned her glare back to Hypnox. "Neat trick," she snarled. "You must be popular at raves."
Then the glow began to change colors, and flash more brightly. Starling's gaze was drawn back to those illuminating fingertips.
"You haven't seen anything yet," Hypnox said.
He began to wave his hand about. He brought his hand in front of her face, waving and weaving his brilliant fingertips in a dazzling dance.
"Enough of this!" she snapped, cocking her fist. "End of the line for you!"
"Wait!" he commanded.
Her body tensed as she started to let her fist fly, but it did not move. Starling realized she was still staring at his gloved hand. More than staring, she could not seem to turn her eyes from his glowing fingers.
"You see, my dear," Hypnox hissed. "It is already too late!"
