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A shadowy figure moved swiftly in the night city, leaping gracefully over the tall rooftops. Her boots clicked on the concrete as she landed, and stood up. Her straight, raven locks flowed in the light breeze, as she looked over the city. Her athletic figure was covered with a rather daring outfit, a black, leather bikini top, with matching black shorts that let her toned stomach exposed, while her long legs were covered with fishnet stockings and a pair of black, short boots. A leather belt encircled her trim waist, with a pair of steel batons hanging from each side of it, as well as a pair of metal handcuffs, while a black mask covered her lovely face. The heroine known as Fightgirl stepped towards the edge of a rooftop and took a crouching position, her eyes narrowing behind her mask as she found her target. She had been tailing one of the city’s major gangs for some time now, following their suspicious actions. They usually cared about running their underground business and fighting over rival gangs for territory control, but lately they seemed to get an advantage over their rivals. Fightgirl had noticed an improvement in their weaponry, both in quality and quantity, which allowed them to expand their territories. If they continued their expansion over the underground of the city, subduing and taking over the other gangs and their resources, they might as well take over the entire city. Of course they were not strong enough for something like that yet, but the gang grew stronger quickly. Fightgirl watched one of their warehouses across from the spot from where she landed, and noticed that a new shipment had arrived, and the gang members started unloading wooden crates from a large truck. The masked heroine clenched her fists, she knew that she had to stop them and take out at least one of their supply bases, but that would be no easy thing. On the bright side, it wasn’t one of their biggest warehouses so the goons weren’t that many, but there were still quite a few of them. Fightgirl made a quick scan, noticing at least ten or eleven of them, which was pretty challenging. The heroine moved down from the rooftop, and moved closer to the warehouse, trying to keep out of sight. A part of her wanted to rush, take them by surprise and take out as many as she could, but a more prudent voice inside her told her to take her time and wait for a chance. The goons kept loading more crates into the warehouse at a quick pace, until the truck was emptied. Fightgirl smiled as she saw most of the gang members got on the truck and took off, probably heading to one of their night clubs were their presence was required, leaving only about half of them behind to guard the warehouse. The heroine nodded in satisfaction at her decision to wait, now she had a better chance at taking out the remaining thugs, and call for the officers to clear up, taking away one of their supply bases. She moved closer, and crouched behind a pile of wooden boxes, her hands moving towards her leather belt and pulling out her batons, as she noticed one of the goons, a rather large man, moving closer to her hiding spot. With a swift maneuver she leaped over the boxes, smirking as the goon suddenly looked at her with a stunned expression.
“Nice night for a stroll, isn’t it?” she said with confidence.
“What the…Argh!” the goon grunted as Fightgirl landed a knee strike to his face, following with a few quick strikes with her batons, knocking out the large man.
“What’s going on there?” loud voices were heard, as the rest of the gang members rushed towards her.
“Hey, it’s that Fightgirl broad!” one of the goons growled.
“And just when things were getting boring! Looks like we are going to have some fun boys!” another one of the goons grinned, cracking his knuckles.
“Don’t count on it!” Fightgirl said with confidence, raising her batons, as she dashed towards the goons. One of the goons took a large swing at her, which Fightgirl dodged by moving aside, and landed a swift kick on his side, causing him to grunt and stumble backwards. She ducked out of the way, avoiding a hard strike from another goon, and blocked a second strike with one of her batons, causing him to groan and grab his arm. Fightgirl continued with another swift strike of her baton right on his head, knocking him out. She moved aside just in time to dodge a shoulder tackle from another gang member, and landed an elbow right on his chin, before she sent him crashing on the ground with an impressive roundhouse kick. The heroine turned towards the remaining goon, her eyes growing wide for a moment and her arms moved almost instinctively in front of her, as she managed to block a hard swing with a steel pipe just in time. The strike however was too strong, and caused her to drop both of her weapons. The goon laughed roughly as he took another wide swing with the steel pipe, but the masked heroine was ready this time, and ducked out of the way. The goon took more swings, his laugh turning into a frustrating snarl, as Fightgirl dodged his clumsy strikes with ease.
“Hold still, damn it!” the gang member yelled.
“Too slow! You got to be faster than that!” the heroine said with a confident smirk, landing a swift kick on the large man and causing him to drop his weapon.
“Perhaps we should slow you down!” Fightgirl’s expression turned into shock, as she heard a heavy voice behind her. Before she could react, she felt a pair of strong arms wrapping and sliding inside of her own arms, locking them off at the elbows, and pull them behind her back, as she was grabbed and pulled back in a firm hold.
“Damn it! There was, more of you?” the heroine mumbled, looking back at the large man who nabbed her.
“Not so cocky now, are you broad? Time to put you to your place!” the goon she just kicked said with a menacing voice, as he stepped slowly towards her.
“No! Stay away from me!” Fightgirl squirmed furiously, trying to slip out of the firm grip to, but to no avail. A shiver run across her spine, her earlier confidence quickly replaced with despair, as the bulky man stood in front of her with a grin. Fightgirl let out a sharp gasp, as she suddenly felt a large fist landing on her exposed stomach, the goon striking her roughly.
“Uuuugh! Gaaaah!” Fightgirl gasped helplessly as the goon landed hard blow after hard blow, causing the defenceless heroine to double over as he pummelled her firm stomach. The goon who held her almost lifted her of the ground, causing her body to stretch, while his partner was more than glad to take advantage of the trapped and vulnerable heroine and kept striking her hard abs, as if he took delight in pummelling the helpless heroine, before he slapped her hard across her chin, to add some humiliation to her beating, before he finally stopped his vicious assault. Fightgirl hang almost limp in the goons arms, while the other goon took her by her chin and stared at her mockingly.
“How was that, Fight Bitch? You should know better than to mess with us!” he growled, before he stroke her with another hard slap.
“You, won’t get away with this!” Fightgirl mumbled weakly, staring back as defiant as she could, but the gang members simply laughed in response.
“If you think you had it rough, it’s only going to get rougher for you! Our boss is here!” the thug who held her said, as the heroine saw with despair a number of black cars arriving at the warehouse. The heart sank in her chest, as the doors opened and several gang members got out, including a middle aged man dressed in black and holding a black cane with silver tips, who she recognised as the leader of the gang.
“What is going here?” the boss of the gang said, looking around.
“We caught this broad here sneaking around and trying to take us out! As you can see we have the situation under control, boss!” the thug who held Fightgirl said, moving the heroine around like a rag doll.
“I can see that. Is the shipment secure?” the boss of the gang said.
“It is! We have carried the crates in the warehouse!” the other goon said.
“Good! This one will definitely fetch a nice price!” the boss said, grabbing Fightgirl’s chin, who jerked away.
“Don’t touch me!” she said firmly.
“Feisty, aren’t you? Very good! Tie her up and put her in my car, I will give her a personal inspection! And wake up those other idiots! Five more of you will stay here to keep watch, the others are leaving with me for the club!” the boss of the gang instructed, as he turned towards his car.
“Yes boss!” several gang members said, as they moved to their positions, some of them stepping towards their knocked out fellows, while two more approached the heroine, one of them holding a long rope.
“No! Let me, go!” Fightgirl squirmed weakly, trying once again to slip out of the large man’s grip, but causing the thugs to let out more laughs. Suddenly, a light clinking sound was heard, and Fightgirl saw a small, silver sphere rolling towards them. She instantly closed her eyes, as the small orb exploded, covering the entire place in a thick, white smoke.
“What’s this? They are jumping on us!” the thugs yelled completely shocked. Mayhem followed, and their confused yells were soon replaced by grunts, groans, thuds, and the sound of smashing crates. Fightgirl blinked a few times and opened her eyes, narrowing them behind her mask as she tried to see through the smoke that slowly started to clear. Her expression turned into that of surprise, as she saw a lithe, black clad figure moving swiftly between the bewildered gang members, and taking them out with quick and precise strikes. She was completely covered in a tight, black catsuit, and her face was covered with a green night vision visor, which seemed strangely familiar just like her golden locks that flowed in the air, as she moved around with elegance. Her outfit, the deadly precision of her moves, and the holster that hang from her belt made her look like some sort of hitgirl to the heroine’s mind, who finally felt a hint of hope in her tight predicament. The boss of the gang looked on with a stunned expression, as the smoke cleared, and saw another one of his goons getting knocked out.
“What’s going on? Who are you?” he said, as the black clad figure stepped towards him.
“You got other matters to concern you” she said simply, before she knocked him out with a roundhouse kick.
“You bitch!” the goon that turned Fightgirl into a punching bag snarled angrily, rushing towards the black clad figure. His yell however was quickly replaced with a loud groan, as the hitgirl buried her elbow in his midsection so deep, that she nearly lifted the large man of his feet.
“I got something special for you!” she said coldly, turning rapidly around and smashing his chin with a high knee strike, sending him crushing on the ground. The blond then moved towards the remaining goon who was still holding the heroine, and stepped towards them.
“Don’t take another step, or I’ll snap her neck!” the goon yelled panicked, wrapping his arm around Fightgirl’s neck. The blond stopped, a slight smirk forming on her lips.
“Are you really going to let this scum use you as a shield, Fightgirl?” she said calmly. Fightgirl could almost feel the hitgirl’s gaze behind her visor staring directly into her own eyes, and her smooth voice filled her with courage, as realization finally hit her about the identity of her rescuer. With a decisive expression, she stomped hard the goon with her heel right on his foot, causing him to grunt painfully and loosen his grip on her. Fightgirl gathered the remains of her strength and elbowed the goon hard on his side, before she landed a hard fist right on his chin, causing him to stumble backwards and fall on nearby crate with a loud thud. Fightgirl panted and grabbed her belly, her knees giving away as she slowly fell on the ground. She never felt the hard concrete however, instead a pair of arms wrapped gently around her and held her in a warm embrace.
“I got you! Are you okay?” the blonde said with a soft voice.
“A little sore, but I’ll be fine! Thank you, Stacy!” Fightgirl responded slowly, as she looked towards the hitgirl with a small smile.
“No problem, Sweetie! Good thing I was around!” the blonde said lightly as she removed her visor and put it on her utility belt, revealing her clear blue eyes while she smiled back at the heroine.
“How did you get here?” Fightgirl asked curiously.
“It was part of a mission. I have been tracking that mob boss. Can you stand?” Stacy asked with concern.
“Yes, don’t worry! Why have you been tracking this guy?” Fightgirl said, as Stacy helped her back on her feet and slowly let her, checking if the heroine could stand on her own.
“He had made an arrangement with a rogue group of arm dealers, that’s were his shipments came from. They would give him new weaponry, and in exchange he would give them some top secret information that he got his hands on. I was supposed to retrieve those information before they fell into wrong hands. I’ve been keeping a close eye on him for a few days now, waiting for my chance. I discovered where he kept the information and I tracked him all the way here. What about you?” Stacy asked as she stepped towards the knocked out gang leader, and knelt next to him.
“I was simply trying to take out one of their supply bases, and prevent them from using their new weapons. I didn’t really know about their dealings with other groups” Fightgirl responded.
“Well, he was quite sneaky about it. Got it!” Stacy smiled as she took the cane and slowly turned one of the silver tips, revealing that the cane was hollow, as she pulled a small stick that was hidden inside it.
“The police should be here soon and they have a warehouse full of evidence, along with some evidence that they just happened to stumble upon just a few days ago, which should be enough to put this guy away for a long time, along with all his goons! How about we get out of this place?” Stacy suggested lightly, as she moved towards the heroine.
“Leaving this place does sound good. But I don’t think I can move that quickly right now” Fightgirl said rubbing her side, but she looked up as Stacy took her by her hand.
“No need to jump through rooftops, I have a ride nearby. And the place I got is not very far, and you’ll be able to rest there. It’s quite a nice hotel room, actually! All you have to do, is simply grab on to me tightly!” Stacy responded with a smile.
“All right then! Let’s get out of here!” Fightgirl responded, smiling as well. On the way to the hotel, as Fightgirl kept her arms around Stacy’s waist while they rode on her bike, she remembered how she had met the agent. It was during her visit to another city, when she teamed up with a fellow heroine, and one of her best friends. It was then when she also met the blond agent who had joined their team as well, and all together they managed to bring down a deal between two major mafia bosses. Fightgirl felt her face slightly heat up, a light shade of pink covering her lovely face as she remembered the rest of their night, Stacy's naughty surprise, and the intimate moments they shared all together. She held more firmly on the agent and simply rested on her back with a relaxed smile, causing the blond to smile as well.
“You sure know how to pick hotels! Great room!” Fightgirl commented, looking around the rather comfortable room.
“Yeah, it is quite nice! Are you feeling better?” Stacy said, as she moved closer to the heroine, wrapping her arms around her and holding her in a soft embrace.
“A little bit. You could have told me that you were in the city” Fightgirl said.
“I was going to pay you a visit, after I was done with my mission. How could I know that you were trying to take on the same gang?” Stacy said simply.
“Well, I’m glad you were! And, thank you for saving me! I would have a real hard time getting out of that one!” Fightgirl said with a silent voice.
“But you were going to escape, eventually! I’m just glad that I got there in time, and spared you the ordeal! If only I had arrived a little sooner!” Stacy said slowly, lightly caressing the heroine’s firm abs, causing her to let out a light sigh.
“It’s okay! I’m glad you arrived when you did!” Fightgirl responded, turning her head so she could meet the agent’s soft gaze with a small smile. Stacy smiled back and leaned closer, capturing the heroine’s plush lips in a soft and tender kiss. The masked heroine hummed in response and parted her lips, allowing the agent to deepen the kiss, her hand caressing her firm stomach, tracing the indentations of her abs,while her other hand ran through her silky, raven locks. After a few heated moments, she slowly pulled away, allowing the heroine to catch her breath.
“You’ve had quite a tough night. How about I make more, pleasant for you?” Stacy whispered with a seductive tone in her voice.
“I think, I’d really like that!” Fightgirl mumbled, a heavy shade of pink covering her features. Stacy smiled in response, as she covered her lips in another, more passionate kiss. The raven haired beauty simply swooned into the kiss shutting her eyes, and slightly shivered, feeling Stacy’s hands resting on her lean shoulders, and sliding slowly lower, tracing her fingertips over her warm skin. She simply surrendered into the passionate kiss, and offered no resistance when she felt her hands pulled gently behind her back. Her eyes suddenly shot open once she heard a clicking sound, and felt cold steel around her wrists.
“Stacy, what did you? Did you just, handcuff me?” she stammered, tugging against her binds.
“That’s right, I did! You are all mine now!” Stacy responded, with a mischievous grin. Fightgirl’s surprise was slowly replaced by a knowing expression, her blushing deepening as she picked on the blond’s naughtiness.
“I guess, I should have expected this! Looks like I’m your prisoner once again!” she purred with an alluring voice, allowing her body to rest on the hitgirl’s arms behind her.
“That’s right, you are! And I’m going to make my sexy prisoner feel wonderful!” Stacy whispered, running her hands slowly over the heroine’s toned body, eliciting more moans from the heroine. Stacy pulled her towards the bed and pushed her gently, allowing the weary heroine to lie on the comfortable mattress. She ran her hands slowly over her fishnet covered, athletic legs, raising one of them and sliding her sexy boot off, while trailing light kisses and rubbing her shapely calf, before she moved to her other leg, giving it the same attention.
“Mmm!” Fightgirl hummed in delight, her body shivering as Stacy ran her hands slowly over her bound form, before she slithered her catsuit covered body over her own, straddling her and lying completely over her. Her full lips were captured in another passionate kiss, while she felt the straps of her leather top slowly sliding off.
“You’re so beautiful, Keira! Such an amazing, firm body!” Stacy whispered with a husky voice.
“Stacy, ooooh!” Fightgirl’s words turned into heavy moans, feeling the agent’s hot lips over her flushed body. Stacy licked and sucked her lovely neck wildly, before she moved lower, trailing sizzling kisses over her lean shoulders, her collarbone and the top of her breasts, her hand moving behind her to grope her amazing bottom, while her other hand caressed her firm thigh. Her leather top was lowered even more, and Fightgirl suddenly felt a soft breeze on her hardened nubs, as her breasts were completely exposed. The tied heroine gasped, feeling a pair of moist lips enveloping one of her diamond hard nipples, covering almost her entire pert breast, while dexterous fingers moved around her other rose bud, teasingly pinching and tugging it.
“Mmmm! Aaaah!” Fightgirl’s entire body trembled, as jolts of pleasure ran through her spine, her back arching as the agent kept exploring her body. She lost track of time of how long Stacy tasted and teased her sweet and firm breasts, before she slipped lower, her lips moving over her hard abs. The heroine hummed in delight, Stacy’s hot kisses providing both relief and incredible pleasure after the rough treatment she got at the warehouse, as the blond kissed and licked her firm stomach without restrain. The brunette was completely lost in a trance and barely heard the sound of a lowered zip, and it wasn’t until her leather shorts had been completely removed when she realized that her back panties had been exposed.
“Such a naughty heroine! It’s almost like a pool here!” Stacy said teasingly, kissing lightly her inner thighs, causing her to bit her lower lip to stifle another moan.
“Stacy, please! Stop, teasing me already!” she almost whimpered, moving her hips around.
“As you wish, my stunning beauty!” Stacy whispered, lowering the heroine’s drenched panties and tossing them on the floor, before she wrapped her arms around her fishnet covered thighs. Fightgirl let out a hard gasp her back arching sharply, as Stacy covered her nether lips and started lapping at boiling honey pot. The tied heroine squirmed and writhed uncontrollably, feeling intense waves of pleasure washing through her bound form with every turn of her warm tongue, as the agent owned her with her lips, tasting her sweet juices wildly and without restrain.
“Yes! Yes! Haaaah! I’m gonna- Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!” a long, hard wail left Fightgirl’s lips, her fingeres curled into tight fists, her toes curled, her back arched so much that barely touched the bed, her toned body went rigid and she exploded in a sensual burst as she reached her climax hard, feeling every fiber of her body being on fire. She no longer felt the mattress under her as Stacy literally swept her of the bed, having her arms locked firmly around her thighs and holding her lower body in the air, as she devoured her vigorously, lapping every drop of her feminine juices. Fightgirl kept moaning as the agent’s sensual assault allowed her to ride her peak, until she trembled again, Stacy’s tongue coaxing another intense climax from her body. Her entire shook wildly once again, until it went completely limp, as Stacy allowed her gently on the bed, landing some light kisses on her inner thighs, as the heroine’s body was enveloped in a pleasant afterglow. Stacy took the heroine gently by her shoulders, removing the handcuffs from her wrists and putting them aside, before she laid her back on the comfortable bed. Her arms wrapped around the exhausted heroine, as she pulled her closer and held the brunette in a loving embrace.
“How are you feeling, Keira?” she asked softly.
“Mmm! Completely, exhausted! But so, blissful!” the raven haired heroine mumbled, as she slowly opened her eyes and gazed at the blond with a warm smile. Stacy stared at her with a fond expression, giving her a long, soft kiss.
“You can rest now, Sweetie! Just relax, I’ll keep you nice and warm all night!” she whispered, as she held the lovely heroine closer. Fightgirl simply smiled and hummed in response, closing her eyes snuggling at the blond’s body and relaxing in her arms, allowing her weary body to rest. Stacy gave the brunette a light kiss of the cheek and lied next to her, the two of them slowly drifting in a blissful slumber.
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So, here are the fun facts.
1. Serena has been around for centuries thanks to an immortality spell she did long ago, which caused her to stop aging. However, a fierce encounter with a fellow witch soon after, caused her to fall into a magic slumber for a long time.
2. She has a variety of magical abilities, including shooting arcane bolts and powerful blasts, elemental magic, most notably fire and electricity magic, binding magic, teleport, telekinesis, the ability to drain energy, and her favourite, seduction magic.
3. Her magic also gives her enhanced strength, to the point where she can block a strike from an Amazon, but not actually exchange blows with one.
4. She usually tries to avoid needless combat, but she is more than willing to pound her opponent to submission, if she’s too stubborn.
5. Serena is usually kind and smooth talking, but has a harder side for those who provoke her anger.
6. She has been given other names like The Witch of the Forest, the Sorceress of the Woods, and the Purple Enchantress. Few know her with her actual name.
7. She has a special interest in Amazons, and after she woke from her slumber during the modern age, she has a growing interest in other heroines too.
8. Serena claims that her seduction magic doesn’t cause her victims to fall under her control, it just greatly amplifies their already existing desires and sensations caused by her ministrations. It’s all part of her mind games in order to dominate her captured heroine, cause her to admit her own hidden desires, and fully submit to her.