The Blue Vixen, Part 3d

This is the end of he third chapter of the continuing "Blue Vixen" series.

The Blue Vixen" is an illustrated novella about the super heroine Blue Vixen. It will be uploaded here as each part is completed

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It had been four weeks since Val had been back to work with the detectives of the 70th Precinct in Brooklyn and five since she woke up alone in her apartment after the undercover operation with the FBI. She hadn’t heard anything from the police headquarters or the FBI about the progress of the case. That didn’t bother her because she knew from experience that often months of pain-staking fact checking, study, and planning went into cases after the major investigation was done in order to formulate the best plan for prosecution. Work had settled back into its routine as if her sojourn with the FBI had never occurred. Her personal life, however, was a different story.

During the week off, immediately after the operation and before she returned to work, she found herself to be constantly on edge. She could not stand still and her body almost hummed with energy. She couldn’t get the flashbacks to the night with Agent Fortune and the gangster Tony out of her mind. She hated to admit it, but with the flashbacks came a dull heat which over time steadily grew into a sexual fire deep inside her. That fire grew until it dominated her thinking and the only way she could escape it was to find a secluded spot and bring herself to orgasm. Usually that was in the comfort and privacy of her bed at home. But, during that first week, she found herself, to her great mortification, seeking relief in the restrooms of the supermarket, the library, and even a Broadway theater. She knew it was the residual effects of the drugs she had been given. She didn’t know if it would wear off eventually. She couldn’t deny or escape her sexual excitement, and she also couldn’t deny that her needs scared her immensely.

With her return to work, Val found that the flashbacks came less seldom. She also threw herself into her fitness program, running at least three to five miles a day and going to her martial arts classes three times a week. Work and workouts seems to exhaust her and keep her mind off that weirdly enticing one night stand. Still, in her dreams, the erotic evening returned and she often found herself waking up with her sheets tangled around her and her panties damp.

On a Thursday afternoon of her fourth week back at work the phone call came. It was from the office of the Detectives Bureau Chief. She was to report to the Chief of the Detectives Bureau conference room on Friday afternoon where she would receive an award for her work with the FBI. She was told to dress nice and be prepared for the mayor to be there. Val sighed at the news. She would much prefer to forget that operation and all that went with it, and she couldn't care less about awards. But, she knew the ceremony was more about staking out the department's role in the operation than recognition of her as an individual so she would have to participate in the game.

On Friday, Val left her office at noon and changed into her running gear. She picked up a brisk pace as she left the precinct house and kept it up for three miles down the streets and through the park to her home. Once home, she took a quick hot shower, changed into a dark formal suit, opting for the skirt instead of slacks, and then ran down stairs to meet the waiting cab. Twenty minutes later she was at police headquarters in Manhattan and riding the elevator to the floor where the Detective Bureau was located.
As she entered the Chief of Detective’s large plush conference room she noted that though she was ten minutes early a crowd was already gathering. The room had been set up for a ceremony. Its large conference table was gone and a small podium and the flags of the United States, New York State, and the five striped White and Green flag of the New York City Police Department were centered in the front of the room. The chairs of the room had been rearranged to allow for an audience to sit and observe the ceremony.

Val’s elbow was immediately grabbed by the Chief’s executive assistant. He nodded to the front of the room indicating that she was to move to where the Bureau Chief, the Chief of Police, and the Police Commissioner were all standing. As she approached Val noticed Agent Mike Andrews and Fortune standing just to the left of the small group of NYPD leaders. Her blood chilled as Fortune’s eyes made contact with hers and she struggled to keep her face neutral.

Fortune, for her part, gave Valery a dazzling smile. She was dressed in the same classy light grey suit with the too short skirt that she wore the day Val first met her. There was no way that Val could avoid her as she approached the front of the room and the FBI agent stepped up and grabbed her by both hands.

Fortune looked into Val’s eyes without a hint of duplicity and said, “Valery! Its so good to see you and to see you looking so well! I’m so happy your department is going to recognize you for the fantastic work you did for us!”

The NYPD detective could only struggle not to let the disbelief show on her face. She was too shocked by the gall of the FBI agent to even twitch as the blonde agent leaned forward and brushed her lips over her cheek in a soft chaste’ kiss. In the brief second the two women’s heads were close Fortune whispered, “Your Mistress missed you very much.” Val stared dumbfounded as Fortune stepped back smiling as if it was just another routine ceremony.

Valery went through the rest of the ceremony barely registering what was happening. Her mind was buzzing at the brazen actions of Fortune. Worse than that, her body was also buzzing. The touch of the pretty agent’s soft lips on her cheek, the smell of her perfume, the gentle squeeze of her hands had together poured gasoline on the simmering sexual fire that had been burning deep inside Val constantly for a month. Her distraction was such that she barely noted the arrival of the Mayor, or the encouraging smile of her brother who was attending the ceremony and gave her a thumbs up when he entered the room.

The ceremony began with Valery alone in front of the flags. Then the Police Commissioner took over the podium and read the first citation as the Mayor, assisted by the Chief of Police stepped in front of Val.

“Detective Valery DeGiese is award the New York City Police Department’s Medal of Valor for outstanding personal bravery intelligently performed in the line of duty at imminent personal hazard to her life while serving undercover as part of a joint operation with the Federal Bureau of Investigation,” intoned the commissioner as the Mayor smiled and pinned the solid blue ribbon representing the Department’s third highest award to the lapel of her jacket. Valery shook hands, looking a bit bewildered by the citation and the award. They all then turned and faced the official police photographer as his camera flash went off.

The Chief then moved to the side and was replaced by Agent Andrews as Val noticed Fortune step to the podium. Most of the males in the room gave Fortune and her hemline their undivided attention as she read,” The FBI Shield of Bravery is present to NYPD Detective Valery DeGiese for brave and courageous acts occurring in the line of duty within the scope of FBI employment during a task force undercover operation of the highest priority.” Valery recognized that the Shield of Bravery was the agency’s third highest award. Agent Andrews passed a round blue and silver pin to the Mayor who pinned it above the blue ribbon she was already wearing. Another round of handshakes and pictures ensued. The Mayor then turned to the assembled group of mostly senior law enforcement officials and, ever the politician, proceeded to make a few remarks.

“Thank you all for coming to this small ceremony to honor one of our own. First, I’d like to remind everyone that since Detective DeGiese’s work was undercover there will be no public ceremony honoring her in the interests of retaining the integrity of the investigation. I know you all understand that. Second, I’d like to thank the FBI for their outstanding work in cooperation with our officers on the joint organized crime task force. I would also like to thank the FBI for their graciousness in recognizing with their own award the fine efforts of Detective DeGiese. I might add that Agent Fortune was similarly awarded our own Medal of Valor last week. Finally, you know that the evidence that Detective DeGiese and Agent Fortune helped to uncover resulted in the breakup of numerous major criminal activities in this city and across the country. Today, I want to take this opportunity to announce to you that a grand jury has met and will be issuing federal indictments of mob leaders within the next few days which will lead to the arrest of one of the most notorious organized crime leaders in the country. In addition, we anticipate the arrest of over a dozen other major leading crime figures as well as scores of lesser actors. The courage of these two ladies may go down as instrumental in the largest organized crime bust in the history of the city and this country.”

Valery blushed as the group applauded the Mayor’s remarks. She glanced quickly among the crowd and caught the smile of approval of her brother. She then caught the eye of Agent Fortune who smiled and winked before Valery could break the connection. Fortune’s presence made her extremely uncomfortable, and despite being the center of attention Valery could not appreciate, much less enjoy, the honors being bestowed upon her. She suspected that the awards, at least in part, were engineered by Fortune to make it even more difficult for Val to expose how she had been drugged and used by the FBI woman.

At the conclusion of the Mayor’s remarks the luminaries once again turned and congratulated Valery and then quickly made their exit to continue on with their busy schedules. The Chief of the Detective Bureau offered his sincere congratulations and hinted that a promotion and a new position closer to headquarters were likely in her future. Only Val's conscious effort kept her from rolling her eyes. Her brother came through the line, shook her hand and invited her to dinner with his family that weekend. She said she would call him. Finally most of the assembled crowd had left and Valery made her own way to the exit.

As the dark haired detective walked toward the elevators she decided to push into the ladies room to freshen up. Inside she stood at the long vanity and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She didn’t think she looked any different than she did a month ago, but she couldn’t shake the feeling, the fear, that she was. For a minute she just enjoyed the silence and the solitude. Suddenly she heard the whisper of the door opening and someone else entering the room. She turned the water on quickly, and washed her hands in preparation for leaving herself now that the quiet moment had been interrupted.

“Oh my… if it isn’t the prettiest little slave girl.”

The detective spun around at the words spoken in a low sultry tone, and confronted Agent Coleen Fortune standing confidently behind her, hands on her hips and a leering grin on her face.

Valery tried to cover her surprise and confusion by asking brusquely, “What do want Agent Fortune?”

The blonde agent stepped close to Val, the smile never leaving her face, her blue eyes locked on the deep brown of the detective, “Isn’t it obvious dear Valery? I want you.” Her tone was low, soft, seductive but authoritative.

The agent placed her fingers against Val’s cheek, “And is that any way to speak to your Mistress?”

Val stared into her eyes. Her face expressed her confusion and indecision. Deep inside her the smoldering ambers of passion were quickly igniting once again into a hot flame. She couldn’t articulate a response.

Fortune could see the internal confusion in the detectives pretty features. She continued to look deep into her eyes, her voice smooth, deep, and full of authority. “Answer your Mistress girl.”

“No,” the words escaped Valery’s lips before she knew she said them.

“No what?”

“No Mistress,” Valery whispered.

Fortune smiled seductively and ran her fingers down the side of Val’s face to linger at the base of her throat. She softly stroked the exposed skin. “Very good dear. I’m happy to see my little potion is still having some effect on you. I’m told its very strong and some of the effects can be permanent even after a slight exposure. Ideally though, to bond you to me permanently, we will have to have several sessions. Would you like that dear, to be my permanent little sex toy? “

Valery struggled not to agree. She felt her body yearn to belong to Fortune. In her mind she saw a quick flashback of the two of them entwined in a deep passionate kiss. She could feel her muscles tensing with need. She wanted to say yes so bad, but another part of her mind recognized that she had been drugged and this was all wrong. As she fought her urges, she remained silent.

Fortune enjoyed watching the internal battle play out in Val’s eyes. She toyed with the top button of Val’s blouse as she continued to explain. “I needed you to get access to Tony’s apartment and I knew of his fantasy of doing a female cop. That part was purely professional Valery. I hated giving you to Tony but its what I had to do. You did an excellent job of distracting him while I found the location of his accounting records.

“When I first saw your picture in your official police file, and then saw you in person, I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist having you. But, I also knew I had to have you myself.

“I know its very unprofessional of me. But, as you have surmised, I’m very much bi, a bit kinky, and though I played at being Tony’s submissive girlfriend, I’m very domme. I just had to have you. Call me unethical if you will, but I like to think of myself as just a sensual person who is very good at getting what she wants. I wanted to nail the biggest mobster on the east coast and I did. With a little help from you. And I want to have the sexiest detective in the NYPD as my personal toy, and I will. With a little help from some top secret pharmaceuticals.

“Now tell your Mistress you love her and then we’ll go back to my apartment and I will give you another taste of my special pink juice. They tell me four doses or so and you will be permanently in my thrall.”

Suddenly Val’s right arm lashed out in a powerful right cross punch that landed her fist directly on the point of the surprised FBI Agent’s chin. Fortune was literally lifted off her fashionable Prada heels and knocked flat on her back. She hit the floor hard with her soft perfectly formed backside taking most of the fall, but still the back of her head cracked hard against the marble tiles. She lay stunned.

Valery, surprised and propelled by the blind fury that had suddenly overwhelmed her, followed up her punch by stepping over the prone woman and rapidly slapping her twice across the face. The FBI agent’s head whipped right and left as the detective lifted her off the floor by her blouse with one hand and slapped her hard with the other.

Surprised and disoriented by the sudden turn of events and the blinding pain, Fortune was helpless. Through the pain of her ringing ears and aching jaw, she suddenly she felt the cold metal of a gun barrel under her chin. She opened her tearing eyes to see the blind anger raging in DeGiese’s face. The detective’s eyes, minutes before confused and indecisive, were now cold, hard and certain.

“Listen to me you sick bitch,” Val said, her voice low, earnest, and menacing. “I know you did something to me. I know its still effecting me. And now I know you have some idea of continuing to influence me. Well its not going to happen!

“I want you to know one thing.” Valery jammed the barrel of her small 9mm pistol harder into Fortune’s chin and cocked the hammer back. “If you ever come near me again. If you ever try to influence me again. If I ever even see you again, I will consider you a threat. And. I. Will. Kill. You.

“That is not a threat Agent Fortune. That is a promise. I know you are good. I know I am better. And also know this. I don’t care about consequences. No one fucks with me.”

Valery stood up, carefully lowered the hammer and tucked her automatic back into its small holster in the band of her skirt. Fortune lay on the floor looking up, her face blank and eyes glassy as a small trickle of blood escaped her lip. Val glanced at the mirror and noted that she looked no worse from the brief encounter, then she stepped to the door. As she reached for the door it suddenly opened and a middle aged secretary stood there with her mouth agape staring first at Fortune sprawled on the floor and then at Valery’s firm expression.

Before the secretary could form a question Val stated flatly, “She slipped,” and then brushed past her and continued on her way to the elevators.

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