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Part one of two. Charlotte Davis was a beautiful young woman who hated men and took to terminating them for pleasure. Eventually the law caught up with her and she was sentenced to life in a maximum-security prison. However, she had been there only a few months when a mysterious government figure called Mr. Brown arrived and asked to meet with her on a confidential matter. A guard duly escorted her - dressed in striped uniform and well-shackled at ankles and wrists - in to his presence. Mr. Brown then made his business known. He was the head of a top-secret agency in search of new recruits. He often picked them from the dregs of society - the slums, the ghettos, the jails. This was two for reasons: First, he needed a particular, tough-minded type, who had nothing to lose. Second, he wanted someone expendable. Charlotte fitted the bill perfectly. So Mr. Brown gave her a choice: She could sign up to his agency and do a good deed for her country, or she could refuse - and expect to face some nasty consequences. Despite this threat, Charlotte was unmoved. She sneered at Mr. Brown and told him where he could go. Mr. Brown turned to the only other person present in the room - his private guard, Sergeant Aaron - and gave him a signal. Sergeant Aaron promptly swung his nightstick across the back of Charlotte's legs, causing her to fall to the floor. The next time Charlotte was on her feet, she was naked, but still shackled. Calmly, Mr. Brown repeated the choice she had. But Charlotte again refused him. At that, Mr. Brown once more signaled Sergeant Aaron to put the young lady straight. A swing of the nightstick, and Charlotte was back down on the floor. Mr. Brown then came over, raised her on to her knees, grabbed hold of her head, pulled out his cock and shoved it between her reluctant lips. Charlotte hated being defiled by a man, but there was nothing she could do to prevent it. Mr. Brown pressed hard at the back of her head, forcing her to suck his cock so deep and that she constantly gagged and gurgled and spluttered on its throat-reaching length. Afterwards, he bent Charlotte over a desk and gave her defenseless pussy a long, rough fucking from behind. In vain Charlotte tried to hide her vulnerability from her despised male abuser. She grimaced and cried out and moaned in pleasure even as she loathed the cause of it. Finally, back on her knees, she had to perform a second, rigorous sucking of Mr. Brown's cock - until it blasted a load of horrible man-cum all over her lips. This ordeal drained much of her defiance. It was just as Mr. Brown had hoped. To Charlotte he could now make a persuasive point. What he'd done to her was just a taste of things to come - should she refuse his offer again. Such was his influence that he could easily doom her to spend the rest of her days being a fuck-toy to the prison's hundreds of brutal male prisoners. Charlotte shuddered at the idea, and at last agreed to join Mr. Brown's agency. Immediately after this, Mr. Brown had Sergeant Aaron escort her to The Recruit Room. There a Dr Green injected her with a revolutionary formula concocted to change her very DNA and imbue her with unique physical powers. The next thing Charlotte knew, her naked body was all aflame and she was writhing in agony on the table. But this feeling eventually passed, and she afterwards found herself completely unharmed. She had become impervious to the effects of fire, and had developed the ability to generate within her own body - thereby using it as a weapon again her enemies. When next in Mr. Brown's presence, she made much different impression than before. She stood to attention before him, dressed in a tight red lycra suit, efficiently agreeing to his orders. He told her that she was now a super-agent known as Blaze. She possessed great new powers, and had only one weakness - cold water. Already, he had a trial mission for her. This was to rescue an agency scientist who had been imprisoned by a villain called Drake. The scientist knew many formula's for creating superhuman abilities, and Drake wanted to get them out of him by whatever means possible. Mr. Brown's agency had already located his lair using GPS. Charlotte - or rather Blaze - had 48 hours to get in and out of there with the scientist. As Mr. Brown put it: she must either succeed or perish in the attempt. Failure would result in very harsh punishment. Meanwhile, in his lair, the gas-masked Drake was preparing to use a device that would extract the formula info from the scientist's brain. He was eager to get started, and was in a good humor from thinking of how Mr. Brown's agency would surely send some inexperienced recruit to foil him. For just such an eventuality, Drake had already laid a number of obstacles and traps. Now all he had to do was wait. When Blaze entered his lair via an underground tunnel, she bore a of great confidence and determination. She was unfazed by meeting a big burly guard intent on attacking her. Materializing a small fireball in her hand, she hurled it at the fiend, striking him in the chest, and sending him senseless to the floor. She then headed on into a large cavern - only to find the door lock behind her. Before she had a chance to react, a ceiling-fitted sprinkler activated. Cold water rained down and caused her to collapse. In moments she had been utterly overcome. The darkness of XXXX came with it.