A guy who calls himself Dangerfan, on Deviant Art, came up with the idea of a gang of girl super criminals he called the Purple Vixens. A number of people have drawn pictures or written stories about their exploits, and heroines who, violently, foil their capers. You can see them here,
http://dangerfan.deviantart.com/ some pictures are rated mature, so you need to join DA to see them. I've written a short piece about the Vixens capturing a government agent and his rescue by a tough girl, see below.
Burke and the Vixens, and Pepsy
“Ah Mr Burke, I see you're awake.”
Alistair Burke opened his eyes fully, and after focusing his gaze on the speaker made his reply. “It was Alistair a little while ago.”
“That.” the woman who'd addressed him laughed, “was when I was being, oh, informal, shall we say. Now it's business. As you can see you're tied to the chair on which you're seated.”
Looking down he saw his legs and arms were indeed secured against the chair with rope. “Is this you're way of tying a man down Carla?
Carla laughed. Now clad in the Purple Vixen uniform of lilac trousers and top, she was as alluring as she'd been in the sumptuous evening gown that had been her attire, Burke remembered, prior to him losing consciousness.
“You're cool Mr Burke, and you've got style, but you're a sucker. You needn't worry about the drug I knocked you out with, it's harmless. What happens next, I'm afraid, isn't. We're making arrangements for your suicide. So sad, when you're such a hunk.”
Carla was accompanied by two other young women, both being as lovely as her, and each wearing the Vixens outfit. One, a brown haired beauty called Martha, joined the conversation.
“It is a pity, he's a cute guy, if only he weren't a...”
“Berk?” Carla suggested.
“Burke by name, berk by nature,” Martha replied with a giggle. “What do you think Lisa?”
Lisa was the third girl, a tall, with long dark hair tied back, and a seriously curvy figure.
“Not my type, but then I'm picky.” She shrugged as she spoke.
Carla moved close to Burke, so that her crotch was inches from the seated man's face. Her trousers were so tight the bulge formed by her pubic hair was prominently visible, and with a sultry smile she thrust her pelvis forward, closer to Burke's eyes.
“This is what you wanted.”
He looked at her lower body for a second, then up to see her breasts a little above him. The wonderful pair of orbs were contained by an uplift bra. Not that Carla needed such attire, but she liked the way it accentuated her curves. Burke gazed at them briefly, then at the woman's beautiful face, topped by black hair that fell in bouncing curls around her features.
“Oh well must get busy girls.” Carla turned and walked over to the door, Lisa and Martha joining her. Before they left she addressed Burke again. “We need to let our HQ know we've got you so they can arrange your untimely demise. The communications equipment is upstairs, we all have to log in to operate it, security requirements, so we'll be leaving you on your own for a bit. Don't try and get free, when I tie a man up there's no escape.” She winked at him. “See you again soon, lover.”
It needed only a few seconds of struggling to convince Burke he wouldn't be able to free himself, so he began looking around the room. If there was something he could use to free himself, perhaps he could manoeuvre to it. The décor and furniture were ornate, in keeping with what would be expected in an old manor in the middle of the English countryside. Very quaint and pretty, but the only object that he might use was a bottle of wine on top of a chest of draws, though on reflection he decided breaking the bottle to cut the rope that bound him was unlikely to work, even if he could get to the where it rested. As he reflected he could no more than await his fate, his attention was caught by the sight of a young woman opening a window from the outside and clambering into the room.
“Hi, I'm Pepsy, and don't bother to introduce yourself, as I know who you are.”
Burke looked quizickly at the newcomer. She was petite, no more than five feet tall, with short blonde hair, very pretty and clad in a green catsuit.
“Er, hi.”
“We work for the same team, you and I, and our boss, he whose name shall not be spoken, thought you might be beguiled by Carla's womanly ways, so I got sent as back up. Good job to. I know you've got a reputation for tying up with ladies, but this is ridiculous!”
“Please,” Burke sighed, “we've already done a gamut of jokes about tying up.”
“Sorry, Let's get you untied then.”
Pepsy began to work on removing the tightly knotted ropes, chatting to Burkes as she did so.
“I imagine that you'd intended to arrest Carla, but when the two of you met, her baby blue eyes entranced you, and you were sure your charm could make her see the error of her criminal ways. In what you thought was a moment of mutual admiration she slipped a sleeping drug in your wine, or something like that.”
Burke looked at the floor. “Something like that”.
“Men! Your brains are in your trousers.”
Burke stayed silent, embarrassed, hoping that there'd be a change of subject, and indeed there was, though not in a way he would have wished for. The door opened, and in strode Carla, Martha and Lisa. Briefly they stared in surprise on seeing Pepsy, till Carla, regaining her composure, addressed her. “I don't know who you are, but we'll find out. Get her!” She instructed her companions.
The three girls had no reason for any apprehension as they approached the newcomer, there were three of them, and each was appreciably bigger than the diminutive Pepsy. Martha was the first to discover that the petite blonde was more formidable than was readily apparent, for as the bigger girl neared Pepsy she found herself on the receiving end of a side kick to her belly, just below her waist. Pepsy moved forward on her standing leg to put the weight of her body behind the blow, forcing her booted foot deep into the soft flesh.
“Argh!” Martha cried, as she staggered back, doubling over. Pepsy, in a co-ordinated movement, dropped the leg she'd kicked with to the floor and propelled her other leg upwards to give Lisa a kick under her chin. The big built brunettes head was snapped backwards by the blow, and she raised her hands to her face, taking a step back to maintain her balance. Her entire body was now open to attack, Pepsy choosing the most sensitive part, the crotch. Her boot delivered a fearsome, agonising blow, deep into Lisa's womanhood. Pain flowed up into the screaming girls belly as she clutched with both hands at her wounded sex, while Pepsy spun round in a circle that ended with her foot hitting Lisa's jaw and sending the bigger girl careering across the room till she hit the far wall and sank, unconscious, to the floor, broken teeth scattered around her.
Wide eyed and open mouthed with shock after seeing what a lethal fighting machine Pepsy's diminutive body was, Carla held out her hands in front of herself in an instinctive protective stance, and looked fearfully at her opponent. After first being doubled over by a side kick similar to that which Martha had received, Carla, as she dropped her hands to where it hurt, was horrified when Pepsy then grabbed her breasts and dug her fingers in like claws! And then swung her round by pulling the orbs, quickly, violently! In a full circle Carla was propelled by Pepsy's grip, so that the momentum stretched the breasts, painfully, as the innards were injured and blood vessels burst. The pain was appalling! When the agonising hold was released a crying Carla sank to her knees, cradling her wounded boobs.
Pepsy now confronted Martha. Hurt, frightened, the cornered Vixen looked around her, seeking a weapon, and decided the wine bottle on the chest of draws behind her was perfect. Smashing the bottles base she held it by the spout, and snarling, slashed at Pepsy, who had to retreat. Not for long, for as Martha again attempted to hit her with the broken bottle, she dropped to her haunches and then rose quickly, grabbing the elbow of the arm with which her opponent held the bottle with one hand and the wrist with the other hand, and applied a twist against the joints which instantly made the bigger girl drop her improvised weapon. Pepsy then smacked her in the mouth, punched her in the stomach and, finally, unleashed a flurry of blows to Martha's pretty face and jaw, soon resulting in the battered girl sliding unconscious to the floor. When she came to she'd find her nose was broken, as was a cheekbone, that her face was blackened by bruises and that a pair of black eyes were forming.
Burke was wide eyed with amazement at what he'd just seen. “I must remember,” he observed, “not to pick a fight with you!”
“Not bad for girl, is it.” Smiled Pepsy. “Now let's get you untied. I got in the grounds by climbing the wall, it's about thirty feet and topped with razor wire, are you up to climbing over it?
“No, drug hasn't worn off, I'm feeling weak.”
“Okay, There's a sexy car outside, a beautiful Maserati, so we'll drive out. How do we open that whacking steel gate?”
“Each Vixen has a key, when not in use their kept in Carla's bedroom.”
“Bedroom.” Pepsy raised an eyebrow. “So you made it past first base.”
“Not quite. It was there that Carla slipped me the sleeping drug before we got round to you know what”
“Okay, give me directions and I'll get a key.”
“Something else you need to know, there's four Vixens here. A girl called Betsy, and I don't know where she is. She's a tall blonde, with a really great pair of tits...”
Pepsy interrupted him. “That's all the description I need, thank you.”
Betsy had just returned from a meeting with a fellow Vixen with whom she'd made arrangements for the demise they'd intended for Burke, and unaware of the events that occurred in her absence she went to Carla's room to return the gates key. She hadn't yet changed back into her Vixen uniform, and was clad in a very short blue skirt and yellow blouse, which was rolled up and tied just below her chest, leaving her stomach bare. Completely relaxed she entered Carla's room, and gasped with surprise on seeing Pepsy, who was rummaging around looking for the keys.
“Who are you?” Betsy demanded to know.
“Um, would you believe I'm the new cleaner?” Pepsy offered as a reply.
“Whoever you are, titch, Carla will know how to make you talk.”
“Don't call me titch, you'll make me cross, and you won't like me when I'm cross.”
Betsy laughed. At five feet ten she towered above the modest frame of Pepsy. “Ooh I'm scared.” Her voice was mocking. “I'm taking you to see Carla, and you're living in fantasy land if you seriously think a little runt like you can do anything to stop me.”
“Little runt! Now I'm cross. I've a good mind to punch you on the nose!”
Betsy laughed again, and stepped toward Pepsy till only a yard separated them, and with her hands on her hips, looked down at her, with a mixture of amusement and contempt.
“Go on then, hit me.”
Pepsy did just that, driving a fist into the soft flesh of Betsy's midriff, punching not merely with the arm, but moving the top of her body in the blows direction, giving it real force. The big built blonde gasped for breath, as she bent forward, holding her stomach.
“Out of breath already?” Pepsy mockingly inquired.
Standing straight, albeit with some difficulty, Betsy glared at her. “You're going to regret that, you pathetic little squirt!”
The blonde advanced menacingly toward Pepsy, both arms out stretched to grab her with. Alas, she was immediately doubled over in pain again, as a result of Pepsy flipping a foot up between her legs. It wasn't a hard kick, but Pepsy's boot smacked against the girls clitoris, and Betsy shrieked in distress.
“Ooh, right in the whoopsy!” Quipped Pepsy, who then spun round in a full circle to kick Betsy's butt and send her reeling head first across the room till she the wall.
“You dirty little bitch!” Spat a tearful Betsy. “How dare you kick me in the pussy? I'm gonn'a kill you!”
She swung her fists at Pepsy, who nimbly stepped back to avoid them, then forward to give the bigger girl a punch in her mouth.
“Um!” Betsy put both her hands to her bloodied lips, and Pepsy delivered a high kick to her breasts, flattening them against the chest bone, and knocking the girl back against the wall.
“Oh god, my boobs!”
Betsy now felt a pang of fear, as she looked at her diminutive tormentor. The blows she'd received to her breasts and crotch not only hurt, they scared her, and she now saw that her opponent might be small, but she could fight.
“I'm doing quite well for a little squirt, aren't I” Grinned Pepsy.
Betsy was unsure what to do as her determined opponent approached, but mindful of what happened before, had one hand in front of her chest, the other over her crotch. What Pepsy did was kick her opponent on the outside of her left thigh, then the right one, and as Betsy, with a lod cry of pain dropped her hands to where it hurt, the smaller girl gave her a right hook to the jaw, then anther with the fist of her left arm. Each blow made a loud crack as fist hit bone, and Betsy's head spun. She swung a fist, in desperation, so badly aimed Pepsy didn't even need to duck to avoid it, and Betsy once again got a kick in the chest. She moaned as she put her put her arms over her breasts, how they hurt! Pepsy now finished off the battered, crying girl. First, a crisp uppercut, then a kick that broke Betsy's nose, and caused a small river of blood to flow from it, and then a really savage kick right into Betsy's crotch! An eruption of agony that saw Betsy, screaming with pain, collapse to the floor.
Pepsy had seen Betsy drop the key on a table when she'd entered, and after picking it up, glanced briefly at at the now sobbing girl she'd just beaten up.
“Little runt indeed! That'll teach her not to be so rude.”
The End
After the Show
Carla was the first to recover enough to phone for help from fellow Vixens. Burke and Pepsy were long gone when Vixens, six in number arrived, and they were shocked by what they saw. Carla was topless, as the swelling of her wounded breasts pressing against her bra had intensified the agony of the organs injuries, each breast being a swollen bag of pain, so she'd stripped to the waist. The newcomers gasped in horror when they saw Carla's breasts, which were black and purple, the skin tight from the swelling. Martha was no better off, she couldn't speak because of the fractures to her jaw, and there was a dried stream of blood from her nose that had flowed all the way to her chest. Lisa was lying on the floor, unable to stand, as she explained betweens sobs of anguish, because of the pain in her injured crotch. As she spoke the other Vixens saw that she no longer had any front teeth.
Carla informed them that Betsy was upstairs, and in a bad way. She also had to explain that all this carnage was inflicted on them by one diminutive girl. One Vixen nervously asked Carla if she was certain Pepsy was no longer in the house, and was clearly relieved to be assured that was the case. All were shaken.
“God, she must be an expert in karate, or kung-fu, or something like that.” A clearly frightened Vixen observed.
“And she kicks you in in the crotch and mauls tits. Oh!” Added another.
Carla looked down at her breasts, she was so proud of them. She loved wearing clothes that showed them at their best, but now they were a source of agony, and she didn't know how long they'd take to heal, if at all. Her voice showed her hate for Pepsy as she spoke to her fellow Vixens.
“We're going to kill that little bitch!”
