AMERICAN LASS IN COLUMBIA
The small plane landed in a strip surrounded by jungle foliage. It taxied slowly to the end and stopped. Two women alit from the side door, jumping to the ground, and hurrying to the edge of the foliage. They both had backpacks and carried a duffle bag into the jungle, along an overgrown path. Soon they came ipon a rundown wooden shack, which they carefully approached. "So far our information is correct." Said one of the women.
They entered the empty shack, laid the duffle bags in a corner, and took off their backpacks. "The wharehouse should be less than half a mile away." The woman took a red, white,and blue costume from one of the backpacks, then replaced her t-shirt and jeans with it.
The other woman put on a black leotard over her sheer black silk panty hose. She placed a black mask over her eyes. "We need to scout around to make sure there are no surprises. I'll check out their airfield, and storage area."
"Ok, I'll look over the processing lab. We'll meet back here in an hour." American Lass replied to the Cat, her new partner.
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The Cat approached the edge of the landing strip, and watched several men loading a two engine cargo plane with several crates. As soon as the crates were aboard a man boarded the plane, started the engines, and took off. The rest of the men went back into a large building that appeared to be a wharehouse. The Cat neared a dirty side window to look inside. The men were busy packing some more crates with bundles wrapped in burlap.
She turned to go. "Well, what do we have here?" A huge figure of a man stood in her way. She did a somersault leap over his head, then ran for the edge of the jungle. "STOP HER," Th man yelled.
Just as she reached the dense foliage. "OWWW" A sharp pain struck her thigh, but the strong willed ex-catburglar kept running. A minute later she started to feel disoriented. She looked at her thigh and saw the dart, so she pulled it out. Her head started to spin and she staggered from tree to tree trying to keep her balance. The Cat fell to her knees, shaking her head, and flaailing her arms trying to find something to steady herself. She then fell to the ground, breathing heavy. Her eyes glaze over as the pupils roll back into their sockets. The last thing the Cat saw was a pair of brown feet standing right in front of her face.
American Lass watched the plane take off from the other end of the camp, unaware that they had been alerted to intruders. There was noone inside the lab, so she cauticiously entered. It was well organized , and well equiped. She stood at the end of the conveyer belt that delivered the processed marijauna bales to a cart. The cart was then rolled away to the wharehouse.
She turned to leave when the floor opened underneath her. She fell with a thud several feet below. "UNNGGHH" American Lass got up and looked around for a way out of this pit.
A man peered down from above. "Who are you, my beauty?" He sneered. "You look tired. Why don't you try to get some sleep?" He laughed.
American Lass heard a hissing noise, then saw smoke easing from holes in the floor. "Ohhh...nooo...gasss." The fumes slowly rose as the heroine desperately searched for a way out.
"Just relax, honey. It won't hurt a bit." The man continued to laugh.
"Ahhhh..c..can't..breathe." American Lass grabbed her throat, trying somehow to get air. "Soooo...dizzy...can't stand." Her legs gave way and she collapsed to her knees. She began to suck in huge amounts of the gasseous air. "Uhhggg" The heroine clawed at the walls in vain, then fell to the floor unconcious.
"Get her up here." Jose commanded.
Juanita came down from the big house to take a look at the intruder. "She doesn't appear to be much. " She said as she kicked the costumed heroine, who was laying in the corner. "Our CIA contact told us she was responsible for destroying Zeus' betting operation."
American Lass had recovered, but was interested in the conversation. Apparently Juanita is the kingpin here, and the man called Salvatore was the straw boss. She lay in the corner waiting to see their next move.
"Hugo, bring the woman to the house. I want to question her when she awakens." Juanita stomped out of the Lab with Hugo carrying the heroine over his shoulder.
The house looked like a huge southern mansion, which looked out of place in this jungle setting. Juanita had taken over her husbands drug business after he was caught and sent to prison in Miami. She hooked up with Zeus, then started funneling her profits to the Arab terrorist in tetalliation for her husband being in prison.
When they entered the mansion, Juanita had Hugo the massive hulk of a man put the limp body in a chair, then tie her securely to it. She walked over to the radio to call Zeus to report. "Is Zeus there? This is Juanita from Columbia." She sat back and waited.
"Yes, Juania, how are you today?" The gruff voice came over the radio.
"I have the woman that ruined your Mexican operation. She just walked into my hands." Juanita declared.
"Keep an eye on her. My contacts in the NSA tell me she's tough and smart." Zeus admonished. "I want you to wrap her up and ship her to me."
"Will do, Zeus." Juanita signed off. She then picked up her cell phone and pushed a button. "Yes Emil, the woman arrived, and I have her. Thank you for the tip." She turned off the phone then turned and peered at the captive bound to the chair. "Wait outside Hugo. I'll take care of her."
Juanita circled her prize. "I need to get my drugs, so I can question you properly." She then sauntered out the door.
American Lass immediately went to work loosening her bonds. After a few minutes she was free. "Now to greet my hostess." She picked up a paperweight then waited by the side of the door for Juanita to return. The woman opened the door, but was too busy juggling the drug bottles and syringe to notice that American Lass was no longer seated in the chair.
WHAPP!!! The paperweight landed firmly on the base of Juanita's skull. "AARRGGHH" She dropped everything and staggered to the edge of the desk. "Oohhh" She used the desk to keep from falling, but American Lass swung again WHAPP!! Sending the woman collapsing along the side of the desk, and landing on the posh carpet. The heroine picked up the unconcious woman then tied her to the chair in the middle of the room.
American Lass searched the desk for records, then decide it was time to get the Cat, plant the C4, and blow up everything. She swung the door open and ran into Hugo, who just about filled the doorway."Uh.oh." She turned to run the other way.
"Going some where?" Hugo said as he grabbed American Lass's hair and picked her off the floor.
"OWWW" She yelled trying to reach his hand.
Hugo wrapped his other arm around the heroin's neck in a strangle hold.
"AAAHHHGGH" American Lass gabbed at the hairy arm trying to free herself, but Hugo squeezed tight. "ARRRGGHH" She let out a strangled cry, her legs kicked wildly, and her hands gripped the huge arm in vain. "CAN't..BREATH....".Her arms let go of Hugo and flailed uselessly in the air, while her legs kept kicking at nothing. Her lungs burned from the lack of oxygen and her mind went blank. Soon American Lass's arms fell limply to her sides while her legs kicked slowly and loosely in the air. "Her eyes bulged as her lids slowly closed over them. Hugo let loose sending the heroine completely unconcious to the floor.
Hugo then untied his boss, and carried her to the couch. After a few minutes Juanita stirred. "Wha..hit..me?"
"That woman did." Hugo responded.
"OK, Hugo. Take her back to the warehouse. when the next plane arrives we'll ship her off to Zeus. Like the big man asked." She rubbed her sore head, and watched Hugo carry the heroine back down the hill. "Good riddence,troublemaker."
The Cat wakens to find herself tied hand and foot to a pole being carried along the jungle path between two native indians. "LET ME GO" She shouted. "UNYIE ME YOU TWO." But they ignored her pleas and continued the journey until they came to what appeared to be a small village. She was roughly dropped to the ground. "UFFF"
The two natives quickly untie her wrists and ankles, hustle her to a pole in the middle of a group of grass huts, then retie her to the pole. Several men gather smell tree limps twigs, and leaves then pile them around the bottom of the pole covering the Cat's feet. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" She yells in vain, since noone pays any attention to her protests.
The helpless Cat squirms and writhes trying to free her arms, but to no avail. She watches the village getting ready for a ritual in which she apparently is the star feature."It looks like they're going to burn me at the stake, but why? I didn't do anything."
"Oh yes you did" Said a voice behind her. An old man walked around the pole to face the wriggling beauty. "You ran across their sacred grave site, and for that the penalty is death."
"But I didn't know. I was running from something else." She stammered.
"I can talk to the chief, but I don't hold out much hope." He disappeared into a large hut.
"Burned at the stake on my first mission. I could still be stealing jewelry from the rich. Instead, I'm tied up in the Columbian jungle, circled by a bunch of natives that don't understand me." Her head slumped to her chest in depression.
The old man exited the hut and approached the Cat. "He said that you could go free with one condition. You have to dance naked around the fire at tonight's festival." He stared at the bound woman trying to imagine what that would be like.
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After dancing around the fire she sat next to the old man. "I have a small comfession to make. I convinced the chief to let you go, but the dance was my idea. I haven't seen a woman that looked like you in years."
"Why you old son of a b....." She whacked him on the back of his head. "I need your help in getting back to the drug operation that I was running from."
"No problem, we'll leave in the morning. The old man stared at her longingly.
"NOT A CHANCE, Charlie." She said.
As soon as dawn broke the small group headed along the jungle path towards the drug compound. "I've been here twenty-five years. I don't bother them and they don't bother me." he stated. The gtoup came to the clearing. "You're on your own now, little lady" He said, then his party turned around and disappeared into the jungle.
The Cat went across the clearing to a window on the side of the wharehouse and peered inside. She was startled to see American Lass tied hand and foot with some sort of white mask covering her face. Some men were packing a crate with the arijuana bags, then they placed American Lass on top and nailed the lid shut. "I have to rescue my partner." She thought. "But how do I do it?"
The Cat was so concentrated on the happenings inside the wharehouse that she never saw it coming. A hand with a damp rag was pressed over her nose and mouth. "UNNNNNN" She was so surprised that she gasped in a huge amount of the sweet smelling fumes before she realized what was happening. "CHLOROFORM!!!" Her mind shouted. "Have to hold my breath." She thought, but it was too late. The fumes had rushed into her lungs and the effect was immediate. "Soooo....dizzzy. c..can't...think....unnnn."
Her hands tried to pull the rag away, but she was now so weak they kept slipping off the man's arms. Her pupils slipped back in their sockets. "Everything....soooo...dar.......unnnnn." She went limp in the man's grip as her eyelids slowly closed.
The man picked up the unconcious woman and carried her inside the wharehouse. "Here's the one that got away." He yelled to his companions.
The Cat was carried into the wharehouse and laid on the floor at the feet of Salvatore. "Nobody knows about this one, but us." He said as he bent over to lift her head. "She's a beauty, and I think I'll keep her." He heard the engines of a plane approaching. "Iake the crate out to the plane, and tell the pilot to take it to Zeus on Crete."
He once again turned his attention to the sleeping Cat.
The men took the crate with American Lass inside to the plane and gave the pilot his instructions. They refueled the two engine craft then watched it taxi down the runway and takeoff. "I hope Zeus appreciates his gift." Ome of the men said as the plane disappeared over the mountains in the distance.
Salvatore watched his new toy stir. "Uhhhh...wha...happened?' She shook her head trying to get rid of the cobwebs, then struggled to her feet. She staggered backwards against the wooden wall. "Every...thing..sooo...dizzy." The Cat bent over at the waist trying to get her bearings. She raised her head and saw Salvatore standing in front of her with a wicked smile on his face. She took a staggered step towards him as he let loose a wicked punch to her jaw. WHACK!!!
The Cat's head flew back against the wall and she slid down it slowly to the dirt floor.. "UFFFFF" She gasped just before passing out.
"Why did you do that" Asked one of the men.
"Cause I felt like it. OK? Now tie her up good" He stomped off to the back of the building, leaving the Cat unconcious on the wharehouse floor.
The men picked up the woman, laid her on top on a large bale of reaped marijuana plants, tied her ankles and twisted her arms behind her back then secured her wrists together. They left the unconcious girl resting on the bale.
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The airplane flew over the Columbian mountains, then turned towards Key West." We'll stop in Florida as usual, refuel then head for Crete." He said to his copilot. "Better check on our passenger. Don't want anything to happen to her. Zeus wouldn't like that."
The copilot grabbed a crowbar to pry open the crate top just a bit, so he could see the condition of the woman. He lifted the top a little, and was surprised to see only marijuana packages inside. "What the devil?" he gasped then turned to tell the pilot, but was greeted with a solid karate chop to his neck. "AAARRGH" He groaned and fell to the cabin floor.
American Lass stood admiring her work then went to the cockpit to convince the pilot to turn the plane around.
The men on the ground went outside of the wharehouse to see the airplane approaching. "There's not supposed to be another plane until tomorrow." One of the men said.
"That's not another plane." Salvatore said. "That's the one that just left."
While everybody was busy wathching the plane, the Cat hopped along the floor to the conveyor belt and cut her wrists loose on a shrp blade. She untied her ankles, then grabbed a pitchfork to use as a weapon. She went to the door to wait for an opportunity to strike.
The plane landed and taxied to where the group was standing. Nothing happened, so Salvatore sent one of the men into the plane. Once again nothing happened. Salvatore waited then sent two men inside. There was a small scuffle then nothing.
The Cat used this chance to charge at the huge figure of Hugo standing next to Salvatore. He turned at the noise behind him, and the Cat thrust the pitchfork into his midsection. "AARRGGHH!!" he yelled in pain then stared at the Cat. As he slumped to the ground American Lass jumped from the plane to face Salvatore, who was now alone.
"This one is mine." the Cat stated defiantly. She thrust her foot into his groin, and spun to kick him squarely in the jaw. He fell to the ground, unconcious. The Cat looked at him then at American Lass. " What took you so long?"
The two heroines quickly ran to the house and easily sudued Juanita. They went to their cabin retrieved all the C4 then blew up the entire compound including the beautiful old house. The drug Queenwas tied up in the back of the little Cessna as the three took off towards the good old USA and justice.
The end
American Lass and the Cat
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