American Lass III

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American Lass III

Andrea was back at the estate, but instead of relaxing she started immediately in honing her skills. She spent hours in the gym swinging, punching, jumping, lifting, squeezing, and many other exercizes. Floyd, the estate manager, and lifelong friend watched this beautiful young woman he had seen grow from an infant to what amounts to a superheroine as she performed with grace and strength.

"How was that, Floyd?" The sweaty young athelete asked.

"Perfect as usual, Andie." He replied with admiration.

I need you to help me practice my escape maneavers. Are you game?"

"As long as I don't have to hurt you in any way." Floyd replied.

She handed him a bottle and a small pad. "I want you to come up behind me and place that pad over my face after you've soak it thoroughly with the liquid from the bottle."

"I don't know, that seems dangerous." He said with some trepidation.

"It'll be fine Floyd. Just hold it there until I become unconcious."

Floyd soaked the pad with chloroform, then approached her from behind. He placed the pad over Andrea's face, and she easily broke free. "FLOYD, I can't practice if you don't cooperate. Now this time don't let me get free."

This time he grabbed her around the waist, and pressed the pad over her face. "MMMPPHHH" She let out a muffled cry into the pad, grabbed his wrist, and tried to shake her head loose. Floyd held firm, and suddenly realized he was getting off on this practice, so he squeezed the gorgeous body even tighter.

American Lass struggled in Floyd's firm grasp, her eyes rolled back in her head, and her arms fell limp to her sides.Her legs buckled so Floyd let the young woman sag to the floor. He stared at the limp body laying at his feet, then bent over to stroke her cheek. He was startled when Andrea grabbed his wrist. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you enjoyed that little exercize. "

"Sorry Andrea, I got a little carried away, but I thought you were unconcious."

"It was easy to fool you, but I've got to be sure it convinces the villains. We have to practice it more and more, and don't feel so guilty about feeling like a man." Now that you have knocked me out, you have to tie me up. The rope is over there."

Floyd started to tie up his friend, when she admonished him again. "FLOYD, do it right. don't be afraid to hurt me" He tied her wrists behind her back then tied her ankles together. "Get the stopwatch I want to keep a record on how long it takes to get free."

He left the gym to search for a stopwatch, leaving Andrea squirming on the floor. When he closed the door a blackjack slammed against the back of his head. Floyd was unaware of anything else as he slumped to the floor. A shadowy figure slowly opened the gym door, and smiled at the sight that greeted him.

"Hello, Ms Winfield."

Andrea stopped moving to look at who spoke. "OH..NOOO!!" She recognized the figure standing over her carrying a syringe.

"Yes my dear, it's me, Shark. You didn't finish the job in Bimini. I heard what happened to the Scorpion. Too bad.
I think I'll reopen the business starting with you." He bent down to the wriggling woman, and plunged the syringe into her arm. He watched with glee as her eyes glazed over, rolled back in their sockets, then slowly close. Her whole body went completely limp.
Shark beckoned to a man waiting outside to come get the unconcious package. He followed the two outside and had Andrea placed into the trunk of the car. He checked her bonds then covered her nose and mouth with a dust mask soaked with chloroform. "Let's get to the hideout." The car drove off into the foggy mist that covered the seashore.



American Lass began to stir, but it was dark and her surroundings were vibrating. She breathed and filled her lungs with a fresh dose of chloroform. "Unnnn..." Her eyes rolled back in their sockets, then slowly closed. Her head sagged to rest on her ample cleavage while her body went completely limp agian.

Shark sat next to his henchman as they drove towards a small mountain cabin that he refered to as the hideout. "I think she was a bit surprised to see me, don't you think." He jested. We'll reestablish our contacts when we get to Nogales. That'll be our new headquarters." They drove up a short driveway to a wooden cabin that had the fireplace going. "Good, Rameus is already here."

"Santos, bring our guest inside while I make sure everything is ready." Shark entered the cabin while Santos popped the trunk, lifted the unconcious form, and carried her inside. He sat the woman down in a wooden chair while Shark came over to tie her securely so she couldn't move. "There, that should do, but I want someone watching her at all times. She's a slippery one and I don't want to lose our first merchandice."

The mask was removed and American Lass began to moan. "Uhhhhhh..wher..am...I?" She slowly lifted her head and tried shaking away the cobwebs. When her eyes finally focussed, "SHARK...how did you get away?"

He walked over to the bound prisoner and "WHAPP!!" slapped her in the face. "Don't worry yourself about how I escaped, you need to worry about yourself now, Ms Winfield. Or do I call you American Lass." He grabbed her under the chin and stared directly into her face. "HA,HA,HA."

Andrea's heart sank at the thought of being his captive. "How do I get out of this??" She pondered. Her eyes widened as Santos resoaked the dust mask and strapped it back over her nose and mouth. "Oh..nooo..not..again"
She held her breath, but realized it was no use, so she slowly inhaled the noxious fumes. She became dizzy, her eyes glazed over, then everything went dark.

The three men stood there watching the fetching beauty slowly succomb to the chloroform. "She won't get the best of me again." Shark stated. "Santos, you have the first watch. Rameus and I will get some sleep for the long trip to our new headquarters."

While the other two went into their respective bedrooms, Santos settled down in a chair to read the latest issue of playboy. Later that night he became drowsy, but he noticed that the fire was dying. "Dammit, Rameus didn't bring in any firewood." He went over to the bound prisoner, and she seemed to be secure and still sleeping, so he went outside to search for some more wood. He went a few yards from the cabin when a dark figure moved out of the forest behind Santos. A log came crashing down on the back of his head. "UUGGHH" He went sprawling on the ground unconcious.

The dark figure moved quietly through the cabin door, and stared at the beautiful woman bound to the chair. He quickly untied her, removed the mask, then carried her out the door and down the road to a black SUV. He gently placed the woman in the left seat, then turned the vehicle around and headed for the highway.

Shark woke up in the middle of the night to relieve himself and noticed something was wrong. He looked into the main room."DAMMIT!! She;s gone. SANTOS..where are you?" He looked outside to see his henchman laying on the ground. He ran over to the man, tried to wake him, then went back inside to get his pistol. By this time Rameus followed Shark to where Santos was just regaining conciousness. "This is what happens to men who screw up." Shark fired his weapon at the dazed Santos.
Meanwhile the SUV came to a halt at the first Motel it reached. Andrea was carried inside and laid gently on the bed. The figure stroked her forehead. "Ohhhhh..wha...happened?" American Lass's eyes refocused. "Floyd...but..how?"

"I wasn't hit all that hard, and when I woke they were carrying you to the car, so I followed." Floyd responded as he stroked his good friend's hair. It looked like you could use some help this time.

"I can't let Shark get away." American Lass said to her new ally.

"No, we can't."




American Lass and Floyd returned to the estate to recouperate, and prepare for the next move. "I'm going back to the cabin, Floyd."

"Not without me you don't." Floyd demanded of his friend.

"I appreciate what you did, but I have to do this alone. I'll keep in close touch with the cell phone. American Lass is a loner, Floyd." She put on the costume, packed a few things in a small carry-on, then went to the SUV.

The estate manager was uncomfortable with her decision, but knew better than to argue. His best course of action was to stay in the background. He watched the SUV leave the estate and head for the hills.

Shark had decided to abandon the cabin and go to Nogales, where he would reestablish an organization. American Lass could wait. He and Rameus gathered everything then left for the Mexican border.

American Lass carefully approahed the isolated building, but it was obvious that Shark was no longer there. She looked down at the still form of Santos and felt sorry for the poor henchman, who had paid the ultimate price, working for a madman. Yhe cabin was empty except for a AAA map showing Nogales, Mexico circled, and the name Rancho Poco written in the legend. "Looks like it's time for a vacation"

Andrea Winfield stepped from the plane in Tucson, Arizona, and the warm dry air hit her in the face. "What a difference" She thought as she looked out over the desert with the mountains in the background. She rented a jeep and headed for the border.

Rancho Poco was off the main road, and there was no place to hide in the flat sandy ground except the rolling sagebrush and an occasional cactus. She did come upon a dry-wash gulley where she parked the jeep to peer out at the cluster of ranch buildings in the distance. While laying on the ground concentrating on trying to see something through her binoculars she ignored the sounds in the background.

Suddenly a sharp pain struck the back of her thigh. "AAHHHH!!" American Lass looked down and saw a rattle snake hanging from her leg, it's fangs sunk deeply into her flesh. The heroine yanked the snake out then threw it away as far as she could. "OOHHH" Hadn't expected this" She said. "Have to find a doctor, quick."

The heroine jumped into the jeep and sped off towards Nogales. She started to sweat and her temperature rose. American Lass stopped at a gas station to ask the attendant where there was a doctor.

"That's a neat outfit you have on lady. Who are you supposed to be? Miss America."

"I need a doctor, can you help?" She started to feel dizzy as her temperature rose even higher.

"I'll call a doctor, you go in the back and lay down." The man directed.

M s Wonder did as he said, and found a dingy cot in the back of the gas station building. She sa on the edge, then her body sank to the cot with her feet hanging off the side. She started having a hard time breathing and the room was blurry. "That snake really got me, need toxin....oohhhhh." Her body was very sweaty and warm.

Soon a figure stood over the struggling heroine. "Ahh...American Lass...we meet agin." He bent over to picke up the red, white, and blue clad beauty, and carried her out to a waiting pick-up truck. The dazed woman was laid in the back and it drove off into the desert.

American Lass was now helpless to protest her predicament since the snake venom had paralized most of her muscle functions. "That voice....sounded ...like Rameus.......unnnnnn." She passed out.


The heroine was carried into the main ranch house and placed on a bed in one of the large bedrooms. Shark came in to look at his helpless patient. "Rameus, get the antitoxin from the medicine cabinet."

The henchman returned with a syringe and a small vial. He filled the syringe with the clear liquid antitoxin, then injected it into American Lass's arm. "Before she regains her senses strip that rediculace costume off. I'll be right back." Shark commanded the obedient Rameus.

The henchman looked longingly at the beautiful body, and unzipped her boots, then pulled them off. He slowly pulled the colorful leotard down past her panty hose. Once again he stared at the unconcious beauty laying on the bed at his mercy. He took a long time slipping her panty hose down the long lithe legs. The next chore was to attach each of her limbs to one of the bed's four posts, so that she couldn't move.

It didn't take long for the antitoxin to take effect. "Uhhhh...my head." American Lass tried to move, but found she was securely tied. "C..can't..move. Everything ...aches. Where am I? Was I dreaming that I heard Rameus?"

Rameus moved to the bed and spoke to the stirring heroine. "I see you're OK."

"OH..Nooo..it was Rameus. Shrk must be here too."

Sure enough Shark entered the room, and looked down at his prisoner with distain. "You won't get away this time, my dear. I have a buyer on the way, and you'll be part of a harem by tomorrow night. Keep her quiet Rameus. I don't want to lose her before the Shah gets here in the morning." He then left the room.

"Yessir." Rameus said. He went to a nearby dresser and returned with a dust mask and a bottle of chloroform.

"You don't have to do that." American Lass pleaded.

"Oh yes I do. I don't want to end up like Santos." He poured the chloroform onto th mask, then strapped it to the heroine's nose and mouth.. He made sure it was firmly in place. "Just breathe deep, honey"

American Lass realized her plight was helpless. There was no use in holding her breath, so she reluctantly inhaled the sweet smelling fumes. Her eyelids bcame narrow slits, her head was spinning, then everything went limp and dark. American Lass was unconcious and again at the mercy of her captors.

Shark met the small jet at the Nogales airport. The Shah disembarked with two of his aides, then entered the Shark's limosine. "I certainly hope this trip is worth the effort."

'I can assure you, sire, that it is."

Meanwhile, back at the ranch Rameus had taken the mask off American Lass's face, and washed her with a damp wet rag. "The Shah will be here in just a few minutes, then will be rid of you for good" Rameus taunted the bound beauty, but he noticed that there was something wrong. She wasn't breathing, and she had no pulse. "Oh my god she's dead." He gasped just as the limo pulled up to the main house.
Shark escorted the Shah's little party into the house, and started towards the bedroom. He noticed that Rameus looked pale, and suddenly feared that American Lass had once again escaped. However, his fear was alleviated when they entered the bedroom and he saw the woman lying on the bed. "What's the matter Rameus?" He asked.

"She's dead" He stammered.

"What do you mean she's dead?" He raced to the bed, and saw that his prisoner was not breathing.

"You brought me half way across the world for a dead woman?" The Shah said. He turned to his aides and commanded, "Take care of this."

The limo drove away from the ranch with the three Mid-eastern gentlemen inside. As they sped off into the desert, smoke started to rise from the ranch house.

The smoke was a result of a fire that started to consume the house. It entered the bedroom and caused American Lass to end her self induced coma. "That Bhudist mind control training sure came in handy. Now to get out of these ropes." She tried everything to loosen her bonds, but nothing seemed to work. "Oh, it can't end like this." An expression of fear crossed the heroine's face for the first time.

Unknown to the struggling heroines, a cowboy was rounding up some stray steers nearby. He saw the smoke rising from the ranch and spurred his horse to race towards it. By the time he arrived fire was beginning to consume the back of the house. The cowboy charged into the house to see if anyone was still inside. Since the fire was coming from the back he looked there first. Inside a backroom he found two bodies and the room completely consumed in flames.

He started checking the other rooms and came upon a naked woman tied to a bed, struggling to get free. He raced to the bed, cut the ropes, wrapped the woman in a blanket, then carried her to safety. When they reached the outside he laid the woman on the ground. "What the devil was going on in there?"

"That's a long story, cowboy." American Lass said. Then she grabbed him by the neck and squeezed hard.

The End