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The Violet Vixen (fm:oral sex, 3465 words)

Author: Chrissie Bentley Picture in profile
Added: Apr 26 2025Views / Reads: 244 / 115 [47%]Story vote: 9.00 (4 votes)
Meet America's latest costumed super-hero - by day, she's a mild mannered stenographer; by night... well, it sounds like fun. But you really don't ever want tor cross her path. The Violet Vixen is here.
 


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After masturbating one night with a radioactive dildo, twenty-one year-old Shirley Henderson discovers that she suddenly has the sex drive of seventeen nymphomaniacs.

The once-mild court room stenographer dedicates her newfound superpower to cleaning up the violent vice in Got'em City's Red Light District.

Soon pimps and pushers, psychos and sickos, and all who prey on the vulnerable and helpless, will TREMBLE at the name of the Violet Vixen.

Scene: a tenement apartment overlooking Got'em City's notorious Penny Park. Scene of six savage murders in the last month. But safe again for the girls who gather there. For half a dozen of the City's Finest are now poised with service revolvers drawn, all pointed at the man lying on the bed.

The exhausted, naked, barely-conscious man.

Commissioner Markham speaks the words that every officer is thinking. "Poor sap. He's been fucked half to death." His steely gray eyes sweep the men ranged around him, as if daring them to splutter the cliche that once, every one of them would have uttered.

"Every man thinks that's a great way to go," his deputy murmurs. "But not when you see what it really means." He steps aside as the medics arrive, and one look at the man's raw, livid flesh leaves those strong-stomached public servants shaking their heads in disbelief. "Is there even any skin left on it?" one asks as he gingerly lifts the man's penis with a pencil. An agonized howl is the only answer he receives.

"And look at the state of his balls. It's like they've been sucked dry."

Unconsciously, every man in the room allows his eyes to drift to the symbol drawn on the wall in scarlet lipstick. The letter "V" repeated, circled and then scarred with an X.

It is the sign of the Violet Vixen.

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Shirley looked up from the newspaper. "Really? They can really print this stuff in a family newspaper?"

"I don't think the Daily Hate-Mail has been considered a family newspaper in a long time," her mother said sadly. "And their website is even worse."

Shirley raised an eyebrow. "Mom? You don't even have a computer. How would you know what their website's like?"

Leticia Henderson crossed the room and chose a glossy color flyer from the day's recycling pile. "I always remove the supplement before your father gets home. You know what his blood pressure is like." She passed it over to Shirley, four pages of lurid nudity interspersed with four more of gore, and a helping heap of pop star photos to lure readers in even deeper. The Hate-Mail Online! screamed a banner headline. "Log on now to see what you're missing." Followed by a host of headlines that, both grammatically and contents-wise, brought garish new meaning to the phrase "scrape the barrel."

Shirley folded the supplement, handed it back to her mother, then did the same with the newspaper. "Well, it still isn't decent."

The paper had printed the very same words that the city cops no longer used, and in the absence of photographs of the victim himself, ran a series of pictures of well-used vaginas, each captioned as though it might be the weapon deployed.

The tone of the article was even worse. Nothing but sympathy for the man; nothing but scorn for the woman who caught him; and nothing but disgust for the original murder victims. The writer all but came out and said it. "If they hadn't been whoring themselves in the park, the

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