AMERICAN LASS
American Lass was an adventuress who decided she wanted to fight the crime bosses that eluded normal police departments. The obscure villains that fought society in the shadows, but were very dangerous never the less.
Having worked for the CIA, and NSA, she had learned of these world wide criminals that were obscure to most of ordinary police departments. The KGB, CIA, NSA, the Isreali secret police all used them from time to time for information, and sometimes doing things that were beyond the norm.
She doned a red, white and blue leotard a gold tiara, and red boots. She had no superpowers, but her training in the eastern arts of combat and the years spent in special forces made this lady especially suited to fight these villains. American Lass had managed to continue her contacts in the various world wide agencies, who thought like she did.
Her father had died leaving a large estate in Key West, and the only person who knew about her was the manager of the estate, her father's lifelong friend and confident. The years she had spent in Special Forces, the CIA, and NSA had left her many valuable contacts, but no friends.
The first assignment was to stop the white slave ring operated by a gang headquartered in the Bahamas. They controlled most of the local government, so noone noticed the young single girls dissappearing regularly from the white sandy beaches.
A Chris Craft Speedster pulled up to the Bimini dock, and a tall blonde in a black onepiece bathing suit climbed out. She was about thirty-five years old, but her long shapely legs made all the men stare, and ignore whatever the age was of this gorgeous figure of a woman. The driver of a taxi parked at the end of the dock approached, and the woman pointed to the boat, "My bags are behind the seat, take me to the hotel.
"Yes, Miss Winfield". He picked up two bags, put them in the taxi's trunk, then drove off.
All heads turned when this tall gorgeous blond strode into the lobby. Her black high heel shoes klicked on the stone floor, and the black lace top barely covered her onepiece black bathing suit that clung so tight it made the men in the lobby forget she was even wearing one.
"We have your room ready Miss Winfield. It's the same one your father always used."
Without saying anything the tall blond took the key, and proceded to the elevator, followed by a small dark man dressed in white, who carried her bags. When she entered her quarters she handed the man a tip, and watched him close the door. She then sat on the bed, looked out over the balconey at the beautiful waters of Bimini Bay. "It's sure hard to believe that this is the center of criminal activity" The beautiful woman took off her bathing suit, showered, then doned a slinky black gown. She went back to the lobby, and inquired how far the Shark's Bar was from the hotel.
It's at the end of Kings Highway, about two miles" He said as he then called a cab.
The cab stopped in front of Shark's Bar, letting the sultry passenger alight. She looked at the well lit popular tourist attraction, and entered. Andrea Winfield knew that she was playing a dangerous game, because if her contacts were right she was now entering the Demon's Lair.
The Gorgeous Andrea swaggered across the wooden floor, hopped onto one of the barstools, crossed ner long lithe legs, and beckoned the bartender for a drink. "I'll have a Mai-Tai"
Unseen by Andrea a pair of eyes closely followed her progress from behind a door at the end of the room. He turned to another man and said, "I want that one now."
"Shouldn't we wait and get her on the beach like the others?" The other man asked.
"Are you questioning me, Raphael?"
"No sir" He responded shaking.
"Then do as I say." The man called Shark commanded.
Raphael left the room and approached the bartender. "The boss wants her now."
"You're kidding." The bartender said with a quizical look on his face.
"You remember what happened to the last guy who questioned the Shark? Just do it."
Raphael then approached Andrea then sat on the stool next to her. "You're new to the Islands."
"What's it to you?" She said curtly as she sipped on her drink.
Raphael reached for the peanuts, knocking the Mai-Tai accross the bar. "Oh sorry about that, let me buy you another one."
The bartender who was watching, quickly brought another drink laced with a knockout drug.
Raphael and Andrea took up a conversation as Andrea sipped the Mai-Tai. She started to feel feint, and shook her head. "What's the matter, Honey?" Raphael said as he stared into Andrea's glazy eyes.
She grabbed her forehead. "I...don't...know...every...thing...spinning." Andrea tried to stand, but fell into Raphael's arms.
"Let me help you to a chair." He said as he helped the now staggering woman toward the backroom. Some of the patrons stared at the couple, but they just thought she had too much to drink.
They entered the room, and Shark grabbed the beautiful woman around the waist, lifted her in his arms, and placed the limp body on the leather couch. He watched with glee as Andrea struggled in vain to stay awake, and he listened to her soft moans." This one is a real prize" He said to Raphael, who was awed by Andrea's beatiful body.
"Do we take her to the wharehouse?"Raphael asked.
"Yes, but this time wait for me. I want to take her to our hideout. Shark replied.
Andrea lay on the couch pretending to sleep. She had slowly poured the contents of her drink into the peanut jar, and used the Bhudist mind control exercise she had been taught to fool Raphael into believing her eyes were becoming glazed. Raphael was so intently staring at her face that he noticed nothing else.
Raphael picked up the limp form, and carried her to the mini-van. He placed Andrea in the back then drove towards the wharehouse, which was only a couple of miles down King's Highway. Just about everything was located somewhere along this highway in Alicetown. When he reached his destination, Andrea had another piece to the slave ring puzzle, and no longer needed Raphael.
He opened the rear only to find a foot smashing against his face. Andrea jumped from the van, and finished off this henchman. " Now to get my things from the hotel." She loaded the unconcious Raphael into the van, and quickly drove back to the hotel before anyone in the wharehouse discovered they were outside. She parked the van just below her room, climbed the trestle to the balcony, threw the two bags she had brought to the ground below.
She then drove to the prearranged safehouse, where Andrea transformed into American Lass, scourge of all villains.
The heroine drove back to the wharehouse, parked the van in a secluded spot, and waited in the shadows for Shark, who was to a major piece of this worldwide puzzle.
Shark arrived in a limo, and three men exited the luxury cadillac. They looked around frtively. "Where's the van?" An irritated Shark asked. "If Raphael has screwed up, He'll wish he was dead." They entered the dimly lit building
expecting to find their newest acquisition, but were disappointed at the emptiness. "Quickly, set the alarms, I don't like this."
American Lass peered through one of the windows, then decided to make a frontal attack. The heroine didn't notice she had stepped on a steel grid when she reached for the door handle. As soon as her hand gripped the iron door handle, electicity shot into her leather soled boots, up her torso, and through her hand. "AAAARRRGGHHH" She yelled in pain as her whole body began shaking. The heroine grabbed for the handle with her other hand, and she became frozen. Her eyes rolled into their sockets, while her long blond hair was filled with the electric charge. The pain was too much, so American Lass sank to her knees still firmly gripping the iron door handle.
"I think our intruder has had enough, Cortez, you can turn off the switch now." Shark said to the man next to him.
As soon as the switch was turned off, American Lass slumped to the wooden porch that surrounded the metal grid.
There was no movement at all, and no sound eminated from the lifeless body. Has the new heroine come to an end so soon?
to be continued.....with American Lass or a replacement?
American Lass
The red, white and blue clad heroine slowly stirs."Unnnnnn...wha...happened?" She tries to move, but she is hanging from one of the wharehouse walls with her wrists securely strapped, leaving her feet about six inches from the floor.
Cortez slaps his guest hard across the face. WHAP!!, "Who are you woman?" WHAP!!
"UUFFFF" American Lass's head abruptly clears, and she sees the man called Cortez standing in front of her with another gruff looking henchman wathching. "What do you plan to do with me?"
"Shark is sending you to the Scorpion. He thinks you're a real catch, and after the proper training will make one of our Mid-east clients a fine addition to their harem." Cortez taunted the helpless heroine, then WHAP, he hits her once again. "I asked you a question."
"UNGGH", her head whipped to the side in surprise. "I'm American Lass, and my job is to end your operation."
"Doesn't look like you're doing a very good job, does it." The two men laughed at the heroine hanging on the wall. Cortez turned to his henchman, "Shark wants us to pack her up for her trip overseas. He went back to the bar, but he still wants to find that sexy broad that was with Raphael last night." Cortez approached American Lass with a brown bottle and a small white rag. He emptied a large amount of liquid onto the rag then pressed it against the heroine's face.
"MMPPHHHH" She yelled a muffled protest into the rag. American Lass tried to move her head to avoid the fumes, but Cortez kept it firmly in place. Her eyes bulged with fright, then narrowed as the chloroform filled her lungs. Her pupils went back into her head as her body went completely limp.
"Let's get her down and into the crate." The two men tied the unconcious heroine hand and foot, then placed her into the wooden crate and nailed it shut. "One more beautiful girl disappears." Laughed Cortez as the two men went outside to await the plane's arrival.
American Lass quickly recovered after holding her breath, once again using the eastern mind control techniques she learned years ago. "I should have been an actress" She thought, as she kicked the crate's lid open. She then filled it with a couple bales of hay and renailed the lid shut. "Now for Mr Shark"
The red, white, and blue clad heroine snuck back to the hotel, climbed the trestle to her room, and changed into her black bathing suit. Knowing that Shark wanted to catch her, she figured to lure him to the beach, where she could turn the tables on the rat. Andrea made a big scene in the lobby of the hotel, and asked the bellhop how to get to a secluded part of the beach. He offered to drive her there in the hotel's beach buggy.
He escorted the gorgeous woman to the garage where the buggy was parked, and as she started to climb into it, the bellhop removed a small object from his pocket then smashed it against Andrea's skull.
"AARRRGGHH" A sharp pain seized her brain, causing her to grab her head. She tried to grab onto something, but another blow crashed down on the back of her neck, "UNNNGGHH" Andrea slid slowly down the side of the buggy and onto the garage floor like a puddle of water.
The bellhop then called Shark on his cellphone. "I have her sir."
"Great. Take her to the wharehouse. Shark commanded then immediately left for the wharehouse himself.
To be continued
Cortez slaps his guest hard across the face. WHAP!!, "Who are you woman?" WHAP!!
"UUFFFF" American Lass's head abruptly clears, and she sees the man called Cortez standing in front of her with another gruff looking henchman wathching. "What do you plan to do with me?"
"Shark is sending you to the Scorpion. He thinks you're a real catch, and after the proper training will make one of our Mid-east clients a fine addition to their harem." Cortez taunted the helpless heroine, then WHAP, he hits her once again. "I asked you a question."
"UNGGH", her head whipped to the side in surprise. "I'm American Lass, and my job is to end your operation."
"Doesn't look like you're doing a very good job, does it." The two men laughed at the heroine hanging on the wall. Cortez turned to his henchman, "Shark wants us to pack her up for her trip overseas. He went back to the bar, but he still wants to find that sexy broad that was with Raphael last night." Cortez approached American Lass with a brown bottle and a small white rag. He emptied a large amount of liquid onto the rag then pressed it against the heroine's face.
"MMPPHHHH" She yelled a muffled protest into the rag. American Lass tried to move her head to avoid the fumes, but Cortez kept it firmly in place. Her eyes bulged with fright, then narrowed as the chloroform filled her lungs. Her pupils went back into her head as her body went completely limp.
"Let's get her down and into the crate." The two men tied the unconcious heroine hand and foot, then placed her into the wooden crate and nailed it shut. "One more beautiful girl disappears." Laughed Cortez as the two men went outside to await the plane's arrival.
American Lass quickly recovered after holding her breath, once again using the eastern mind control techniques she learned years ago. "I should have been an actress" She thought, as she kicked the crate's lid open. She then filled it with a couple bales of hay and renailed the lid shut. "Now for Mr Shark"
The red, white, and blue clad heroine snuck back to the hotel, climbed the trestle to her room, and changed into her black bathing suit. Knowing that Shark wanted to catch her, she figured to lure him to the beach, where she could turn the tables on the rat. Andrea made a big scene in the lobby of the hotel, and asked the bellhop how to get to a secluded part of the beach. He offered to drive her there in the hotel's beach buggy.
He escorted the gorgeous woman to the garage where the buggy was parked, and as she started to climb into it, the bellhop removed a small object from his pocket then smashed it against Andrea's skull.
"AARRRGGHH" A sharp pain seized her brain, causing her to grab her head. She tried to grab onto something, but another blow crashed down on the back of her neck, "UNNNGGHH" Andrea slid slowly down the side of the buggy and onto the garage floor like a puddle of water.
The bellhop then called Shark on his cellphone. "I have her sir."
"Great. Take her to the wharehouse. Shark commanded then immediately left for the wharehouse himself.
To be continued
The red, white and blue clad heroine slowly stirs."Unnnnnn...wha...happened?" She tries to move, but she is hanging from one of the wharehouse walls with her wrists securely strapped, leaving her feet about six inches from the floor.
Cortez slaps his guest hard across the face. WHAP!!, "Who are you woman?" WHAP!!
"UUFFFF" American Lass's head abruptly clears, and she sees the man called Cortez standing in front of her with another gruff looking henchman wathching. "What do you plan to do with me?"
"Shark is sending you to the Scorpion. He thinks you're a real catch, and after the proper training will make one of our Mid-east clients a fine addition to their harem." Cortez taunted the helpless heroine, then WHAP, he hits her once again. "I asked you a question."
"UNGGH", her head whipped to the side in surprise. "I'm American Lass, and my job is to end your operation."
"Doesn't look like you're doing a very good job, does it." The two men laughed at the heroine hanging on the wall. Cortez turned to his henchman, "Shark wants us to pack her up for her trip overseas. He went back to the bar, but he still wants to find that sexy broad that was with Raphael last night." Cortez approached American Lass with a brown bottle and a small white rag. He emptied a large amount of liquid onto the rag then pressed it against the heroine's face.
"MMPPHHHH" She yelled a muffled protest into the rag. American Lass tried to move her head to avoid the fumes, but Cortez kept it firmly in place. Her eyes bulged with fright, then narrowed as the chloroform filled her lungs. Her pupils went back into her head as her body went completely limp.
"Let's get her down and into the crate." The two men tied the unconcious heroine hand and foot, then placed her into the wooden crate and nailed it shut. "One more beautiful girl disappears." Laughed Cortez as the two men went outside to await the plane's arrival.
American Lass quickly recovered after holding her breath, once again using the eastern mind control techniques she learned years ago. "I should have been an actress" She thought, as she kicked the crate's lid open. She then filled it with a couple bales of hay and renailed the lid shut. "Now for Mr Shark"
The red, white, and blue clad heroine snuck back to the hotel, climbed the trestle to her room, and changed into her black bathing suit. Knowing that Shark wanted to catch her, she figured to lure him to the beach, where she could turn the tables on the rat. Andrea made a big scene in the lobby of the hotel, and asked the bellhop how to get to a secluded part of the beach. He offered to drive her there in the hotel's beach buggy.
He escorted the gorgeous woman to the garage where the buggy was parked, and as she started to climb into it, the bellhop removed a small object from his pocket then smashed it against Andrea's skull.
"AARRRGGHH" A sharp pain seized her brain, causing her to grab her head. She tried to grab onto something, but another blow crashed down on the back of her neck, "UNNNGGHH" Andrea slid slowly down the side of the buggy and onto the garage floor like a puddle of water.
The bellhop then called Shark on his cellphone. "I have her sir."
"Great. Take her to the wharehouse. Shark commanded then immediately left for the wharehouse himself.
To be continued
Cortez slaps his guest hard across the face. WHAP!!, "Who are you woman?" WHAP!!
"UUFFFF" American Lass's head abruptly clears, and she sees the man called Cortez standing in front of her with another gruff looking henchman wathching. "What do you plan to do with me?"
"Shark is sending you to the Scorpion. He thinks you're a real catch, and after the proper training will make one of our Mid-east clients a fine addition to their harem." Cortez taunted the helpless heroine, then WHAP, he hits her once again. "I asked you a question."
"UNGGH", her head whipped to the side in surprise. "I'm American Lass, and my job is to end your operation."
"Doesn't look like you're doing a very good job, does it." The two men laughed at the heroine hanging on the wall. Cortez turned to his henchman, "Shark wants us to pack her up for her trip overseas. He went back to the bar, but he still wants to find that sexy broad that was with Raphael last night." Cortez approached American Lass with a brown bottle and a small white rag. He emptied a large amount of liquid onto the rag then pressed it against the heroine's face.
"MMPPHHHH" She yelled a muffled protest into the rag. American Lass tried to move her head to avoid the fumes, but Cortez kept it firmly in place. Her eyes bulged with fright, then narrowed as the chloroform filled her lungs. Her pupils went back into her head as her body went completely limp.
"Let's get her down and into the crate." The two men tied the unconcious heroine hand and foot, then placed her into the wooden crate and nailed it shut. "One more beautiful girl disappears." Laughed Cortez as the two men went outside to await the plane's arrival.
American Lass quickly recovered after holding her breath, once again using the eastern mind control techniques she learned years ago. "I should have been an actress" She thought, as she kicked the crate's lid open. She then filled it with a couple bales of hay and renailed the lid shut. "Now for Mr Shark"
The red, white, and blue clad heroine snuck back to the hotel, climbed the trestle to her room, and changed into her black bathing suit. Knowing that Shark wanted to catch her, she figured to lure him to the beach, where she could turn the tables on the rat. Andrea made a big scene in the lobby of the hotel, and asked the bellhop how to get to a secluded part of the beach. He offered to drive her there in the hotel's beach buggy.
He escorted the gorgeous woman to the garage where the buggy was parked, and as she started to climb into it, the bellhop removed a small object from his pocket then smashed it against Andrea's skull.
"AARRRGGHH" A sharp pain seized her brain, causing her to grab her head. She tried to grab onto something, but another blow crashed down on the back of her neck, "UNNNGGHH" Andrea slid slowly down the side of the buggy and onto the garage floor like a puddle of water.
The bellhop then called Shark on his cellphone. "I have her sir."
"Great. Take her to the wharehouse. Shark commanded then immediately left for the wharehouse himself.
To be continued