The Black Foil

 


Chickfighter finishes her run... dripping wet with sweat... her sleeveless sweatshirt hanging heavy... covering her shorts so that almost appears she has none on... her time under an hour... but not her fastest marathon certainly... the heat oppressive... and no sign of the new criminal rumored to be operating in this part of the city...

The Black Foil allegedly quite a character... using a sword and various trick gadgets to commit robberies all over the city... but none of the targets you've cased were hit... even though you followed the armored car around all of them collecting money... the most vulnerable moment for a criminal to strike... the armored car trundling off into the distance as you watch...

Chickfighter lifts up her shirt to wipe her face... giggling and dropping it as a boy on a bike crashes... "Oopsie... you should watch where you're going..." winking at the young man before looking back up after the armored car... heading back to the bank to make the deposit... a more difficult target... but perhaps more lucrative... she takes a deep breath and takes off running again...

You keep the armored car in sight... running flat out sometimes... hoofbeats suddenly pounding the road behind you... as you see a black horse gallop past... a man in a black outfit with a red Black Foil design on his back riding... looking like an old time silent movie hero... but very much a villain... grinning as he jabs the tires of the armored car with his sword... bursting them... so the truck swerves off the road and crashes into a lamppost...

Chickfighter gasps and sprints to attempt to keep up with the horse... but struggles after already having run nearly thirty miles... but not far behind as the truck crashes... rushing to check on the driver... an eye on the crazy guy on the horse... possibly the infamous Black Foil she's been hearing about...

The man on the horse taking something from the saddlebags... miniature grenades... that he hurls at the back of the truck... blowing open the doors... then leaping off the horse and beginning to grab bags of loot from the back of the truck and stuff them into the saddlebags...

Chickfighter pulls the driver and his partner out of the cab just before the grenades go off... not only blowing open the doors... but dropping the damaged lamppost onto the cab... crushing it... Chicky pointing a finger at the thief... "You could've killed those men... stop where you are before this gets any worse..."

The Black Foil laughing... "What have we here... a heroine... just when I thought this day couldn't get any better..." he brandishes the sword... the horse whinnying and stepping back... giving his master room... as the Black Foil sneers...

Chickfighter narrows blue eyes and purses pink lips... staring the man down for a long moment... "That's right... I'm Chickfighter of the Danger Dolls..." smirking... "You've probably heard of me... I'm a pretty big star... it will take more than a sword to keep me from stopping you... who do you think you are anyway?"

The Black Foil grins... "I am the Black Foil... here to make my mark on this city and everything it's worth... and mark a few charming heroines as well..." Moving forward with the sword... slashing... aiming a stroke straight down... attempting to slice the shirt right open...

Chickfighter blinks as he attacks her proudly protruding chest a tad more quickly than she expected... springing back... but not before the wet grey fabric is parted from top to bottom... flapping apart like a jacket without buttons... revealing pink runners bra beneath... "Why you!" She snaps a leg up... aiming to kick up under this sword hand...

The man grinning... even as you knock two sword out of his hand... and he catches it in the other... doing a lunge... aiming to catch the flapping grey top with the point of his sword and tear it right off... "That's more like it..."

Chickfighter grins as her kick connects... her expression sobering as her shirt is ripped completely away... the driver and guard pointing as a hovercam arrives... "Now you've done it... that was my favorite running shirt..." stepping inside and leaping into a 123 kick... glutes bulging from shiny pink shorts as they drive her churning legs forward...

The Black Foil managing to block the first kick... and the second... the third connecting... sending him stumbling back into his horse... who whinnies... but keeps in place... very well trained...

Chickfighter lands back on her feet... grinning once more... the runners bra less revealing than a bikini top anyway... even if it is just as soaked with sweat as if she has been swimming... posing... "Surrender now or I'll be forced to pummel you!"

The Black Foil raising his hands... feigning surrender for a moment... before bringing the sword down... the tip whispering against your skin... less than a millimeter away... as it severs the bra down the centre... and your panties at one side... then the other...

Chickfighter eeps... she has time to do nothing more... the man's hands perhaps the quickest she's ever seen... pink fabric filling the air around her... fluttering to the street... the result leaving her back peddling in nothing but her running shoes... one arm trying to cover her jiggling boobies... the other reaching to cover her pout... her naked bottom just hanging out...

The Black Foil grinning... and reaching into the saddlebags of his horse... removing a pair of bolas... weights on the end of a long cord... which he hurls at your ankles... aiming for the bolas to wrap around and bind them...

Chickfighter backs against the wrecked truck... her eyes widening at the sight of the bolas... hopping up inside the back of the truck... as the bolas zip beneath it... encountering the base of the broken lamppost... wrapping harmlessly around it... even as an improvised set fly from the back of the truck... to sacks of coins tied together by their drawstrings...

The Black Foil blinking as the heavy sacks wrap around his own legs... cursing... distracted for a moment as he flicks his blade down to slice them apart and free himself...

Chickfighter cartwheels out of the truck with an empty sack wrapped around loins... and another around her boobs... cartwheeling into another flying kick... this time aimed straight at his head... makeshift bikini flapping away from her slender form... looking very much like a jungle girl... "Oh no you don't, mister... I'm taking you down!"

The Black Foil snarling... deciding to cut and run... leaping on his horse and driving heels into the beast's flanks... aiming to get away before you can reach him... and take what haul he managed to get hold of with him...

Chickfighter misses with her kick as he leaps to the saddle... she races after the galloping horse... a fair contest... her hands clawing at the saddlebags full of cash... "Fiend... come back... fiend..."

The Black Foil looking behind... spurring the horse to a faster gallop... and reaching to unhook the saddlebag you're clinging to... choosing to halve his takings rather than be caught...

Chickfighter trips over the bag as it comes free... rolling over and over with the bag of money on the pavement... limbs flailing between flashes of her round rump and pert chest... as the makeshift bikini comes undone... sprawling as the saddlebag poops open... her glistening naked body stretched out on the asphalt as bills rain down over it... and the broadcasting hovercam gets the money shot...

******

Foiled Again

Chickfighter giggles and waves as she slips her tanned legs out of the DDSTV limo... waving as she makes her way across the red carpet... wearing a pink silk jacket over a denim dress... her heels purse and pearl earrings all brilliant white... "Hi everybody... I'm very excited to have been asked to be the spokesperson for this year's Empire City Blood Drive..."

The crowd cheering and clapping... taking photos... flashbulbs popping as the paparazzi get their shots... the collected money in a large glass ball on the stage... filled to the brim with notes... a real spectacle...

Chickfighter steps to the microphone after being introduced... "Thank you all for coming... and for your generous donations... but even more than the money... we need those who can..." she dramatically rolls up a jacket sleeve... "to give blood... be the change you want to see in the world... make a difference in three peoples lives each time you give..." grinning as the nurse pokes her arm...

The nurse quickly setting up the equipment... so the photographers can take pictures as you give blood... the nurse taking the pint while you sign autographs... leaving you a little woozy... turning to the audience... "Remember to get plenty of rest after donating blood... and sugars..."

Chickfighter winks... "And remember you can give every two months... a superheroine like me can give every two weeks... and I do... unless I'm stuck on location shooting a movie..." downing a V-8 as she stands... to demonstrate no ill effects... "See... nothing to it... and those of you who can't give can help by donating funds to buy our equipment and pay our wonderful nurses..."

The nurse smiling... even as there's a terrific bang... and the supports holding up the thick glass ball are detonated with tiny shaped charges... the monstrous piggy bank rolling towards the audience... who part rather than be crushed under the weight of the money... letting it roll towards the back of the venue...

Chickfighter races after the glass ball full of cash... the pink jacket flapping behind her like a cape... the denim dress creeping up her tan thighs... winking at a fan who comments on them... "Thanks, I've been surfing a lot lately..." leaping up... kicking off her heels as she bicycles through the air... landing atop the rolling bank... backpedaling to slow it down...

The massive ball slowing before it crashes into the wall... as the wall itself crashes inwards... a huge bulldozer ploughing through it... with a shaped scoop obviously designed to grab the ball and cart it away...

Chickfighter exhales in relief as she brings the huge ball of money to a stop... reaching up to wipe the sweat from her now shiny brow... only to be suddenly showered with bricks... yelping she flails backwards out of the cloud of mortar... landing roughly on her bum... a look of determination coming to her face as she now realizes this is a heist... "How dare you!"

The bulldozer device clamping onto the ball... and throwing into reverse... three men piloting it... your eyes widening as you recognize one of them as that flamboyant thief with the sword... what was his name...

Chickfighter gasps... "Ohmygawd... it's the Black Foil!" blinking and chasing after the recent scourge of Empire City... the genetically engineered woman much faster than the backing piece of earth-moving equipment... catching up to it rather quickly... pointing a finger... "Stop right there... this money is destined for charity you fiend!"

The Black Foil grinning... "My need is greater than theirs... but I'll happily provide all the blood they need... out of your body... get her, men..." The two other crooks leaping for you as the Black Foil turns the digger around...

Chickfighter removes her jacket as she sprints forward to meet the henchmen... wrapping the jacket over the first one's head as she sidekicks the second back at the bulldozer... then binding the sleeves of her jacket tightly about the other henchman's bound arms... leaving them pinned at his sides as he stumbles blindly about... "You're not getting away this time, Foil!"

The two henchmen out of the fight... as the Foil sets the bulldozer on automatic... letting it accelerate as he swings out of the control cabin and onto the roof... smirking... "Come and get me... but be warned... I'm always looking for another heroine to leave my mark on..."

Chickfighter races forward in barefeet... her denim dress continuing to inch up her thighs until... as she bounds from the street to glass ball of money to the roof of the cab of the massive machine... the crotch of her pink panties is plainly visible to those watching from the passing sidewalks... as the huge earth-moved literally squashes beneath it's tracks several autos abandoned in the roadway...

The Black Foil waiting for you to reach the roof... before lunging forward... aiming to slice your dress from bottom to top with the tip of his sword... moving like lightning... thankfully not a killer... but certainly looking to leave a mark on you...

Chickfighter tries to contort her body out of the way of the thrust as she lands... teetering on the edge of the cab as the denim parts... catches the breeze... and flutters away... covering the eyes of a watching youngster... staring wide-eyed at the b-movie star in nothing but skimpy pink panty and bra... who upon catching her balance spins and kicks at the midsection of the man in black...

The man in black trying to block the kick... but failing... tumbling backwards off the roof... and onto the glass ball... wincing in pain as he regains his balance there... then leaps forward... slashing with his sword... aiming for bra and panties this time... but not caring if he hits flesh...

Chickfighter quick enough with her hips to avoid the flick of his tip... but it parts her bra right between her breasts... leaving a little gash on the left tit... as if marking the position of her heart... catching the blade between her hands as she claps them together... only to be blinded as the bra flies up... wrapping around her head... cups covering her eyes... making her look like a topless pink bug-eyed monster-girl...

The Black Foil smirking... sliding the sword from your hands... leaving cuts on your palms... then slicing away the panties... leaving another gash... grinning as he aims his sword for one breast... aiming to add a few more strokes... and cut an F into that left breast...

Chickfighter dances about to avoid the swishing sounds all around her... raking the bra cups away from her eyes even as she feels the breeze between her legs... as her panties slip away... a grinning boy clutching a souvenir dress... muttering "Thank you, Lord" as he gapes at her hairless body... as it twists and turns to avoid the blade... then kicks down through the roof... triggering the release on the scoop...

The scoop dropping the heavy glass ball... that trundles away... bumping against the bulldozer and then rolling down the street towards the Blood Drive... police already grouped there... managing to stop it rolling with a SWAT van as the Black Foil looks on helplessly... "Damn it all..."

Chickfighter looks down with a sick look on her face... frantically struggling to free her leg stuck in the roof of the machine's cab... even as the earth-mover continues forward... on a direct course for the harbor bridge... seemingly destined to go over the side with both trapped heroine and thwarted villain...

The Black Foil smirking... whistling... his horse galloping alongside... as he moves around behind you... carving a quick 'BF' with a flourish into the skin of your behind... like a little brand... then leaping astride the animal...

Chickfighter squeals as she is skewered... blinking in relief to be alive as she looks down to see the "BF" on her ass... redoubling the effort to free herself as the Foil rides off and the machine rolls over the side... threatening to take the naked heroine straight to the bottom of the harbor... but as if a scene from one of her movies... she pops up seconds after the splash... shaking a fist... "Darn it all... Foiled again!"

(June 2009)