Original Lioness and The Tattoo of Oblivion
Luanda, Central Africa 1960.
Gorgeous, 32-year-old Leandra Lara returned to her mansion after a date with Luaga..Crown Prince to the Throne. Standing outside of the front door to her mansion...the Prince looked into the deep brown eyes of the millionaress who he was deeply attracted to. Leandra had feelings for the handsome prince standing before her as well but had to keep him at arm's length because of a secret that she had. A secret that was vital to her protecting her country from the plots of the American CIA and the Soviet KGB to exploit it for their own gain.
Luaga kissed Leandra passionately on her lips...leaving her head and breasts reeling as he walked back to his waiting limousine and she entered her mansion and closed the front doo behind her. Inside..Leandra's loyal aide..M'Baka who had been her guardian since her parents were killed in an accident when she was a young girl..was waiting for her.
He is an attractive suitor," said Leandra to M'Baka. He smiled and replied with the wisdom of age that "in his way, he is as determined in the hunt as you are Mistress Leandra." The millionaress laughed in response and bid M'Baka good night as she walked up the staircase to her bedroom. Dressed in a white satin nightgown..her thick black hair draped around her shoulders..Leandra was about to slip under the covers and go to sleep..when she sensed that something was wrong.
Leandra walked slowly towards an adjacent wardrobe and opened it to access a secret compartment inside. Slipping off her nightgown..she revealed an ebony body that was shapely and muscular as she donned the attire she removed from this compartment. First... a pair of lionskin panties which were slipped up Leandra's shapely legs and fit snugly in the space between them. Next..she entwined a fabulous golden belt bearing the head of a lion around her curvy waist. A strapless lionskin bra was fitted over Leandra's incredible breasts but barely managed to cover their summits...capped by thick black nipples and areolas.
She then slipped ivory bracelets over her wrists. Removing a jar from the same compartment...the millionaress applied the gel it contained to her long black tresses.. The gel caused Leandra's hair to clump together revealing much of her neck and broad shoulders while single curly strands highlighted her beautiful face. She attached large gold earrings to her ears and then prepared for the final touch. A mask fashioned from a lion's pelt was stretched over her dark brown eyes, under her gelled hair and tied to the back of her neck. Leandra's eyes sparkled with determination within the slits of her mask.
Stepping inside her wardrobe..she entered a secret passageway which lead to a hidden lair beneath her mansion..Leandra's sexy bare feet moved silently over the stone floor towards moved towards a gold-coloured Aston Martin sportscar with heavily-tinted windows and bearing the lion emblem in the centre of the hood. Opening the door, Leandra slipped into the car and settled behind the wheel. Within minutes, the car's engine roared to life. " Time for Leandra Lara to hunt the purveyors of evil as the LIONESS!" she declared. Putting the car in gear and applying the ball of her right foot to the gas, the African Avengeress raced out of her lair and towards her rendezvous with danger.
Within the space of 30 minutes...Lioness arrived at a warehouse that was reputed as a location for underworld deals. There she discovered ten men in black ski masks, loading boxes of guns into vans. "The CIA is selling weapons to the rebels who want to kill the Royal Family..." realised Leandra as she overheard their conversations. Angered by the thought that the Americans were targeting the man she was beginning to care about...the Lioness sprang from her hiding place and unleashed her fury upon them.
Distracted by her curvy ebony body..barely garbed in her skimpy lionskin bikini..the CIA agents easily defeated by the Lioness who made light work of them with a series of punches, kicks and throws. Tying up the American agents...Lioness used the radio in her Aston Martin to inform the police to collect them and drove away before they arrived. However the buxom African heroine had no idea that the leader of the CIA agents...Jon Fowles who had been badly bruised in the fight..managed to get away and was plotting revenge against her.
In the days that followed...as Leandra Lara went about her daily activities as a millionaress...running her family's corporate empire...Fowles dug up intelligence on her as the Lioness. "This is the last time the Lioness will get in our way.."We have tried to defeat her using normal means Now let's see if we can use some of the methods of this African country to neutralize her..." thought Fowles. He has the agency dig up everything on the Lioness, her strengths and weaknesses, speculation about her secret identity.
Fowles came across an interview with Flora.. an old woman.. a legendary brothel keeper, who swears she knows the Lioness's secrets and has a way to keep her helpless forever, which she will reveal for the right price. Nobody believed her story. Fowles picked up a phone to call his local contact. "Get me this Flora.." says Fowles.. feeling that this may be what he needs to eliminate the Lioness.
One day later...Leandra was having breakfast at her mansion with Prince Luaga. She wore a flimsy green dress and top that barely concealed the awesome ebony mounds of her chest. As they chatted..the Prince referred her to an article in the newspaper about the exploits of Luanda's unknown lady vigilante...the Lioness...against the criminal underworld. "She is beautiful but I don't trust her," said Luaga. "Nobody knows who she is or what side she is on."
"Seems she is fighting for justice and right," said Leandra. "She is probably up for hire to the highest bidder," answered Luaga, "and where does a woman get such power? It could be the devil's work." "Seems to me you like powerful women," said Leandra in a flirtatious way. "Yes," said Luaga, squeezing her hand, "but you are honest, she is a mystery and a demon." Leandra drops the subject. She was both intrigued and angry that Luaga is not an admirer of the Lioness. She is jealous of herself.
Elsewhere Fowles interviewed Flora. Seeing the American dollars piled on the table in front of her...the old woman was only too willing to say what she knows about the Lioness. "So she is vulnerable to men touching her oversized breasts because of the sexual stimulation" said Fowles, "and to chloroform. Together they put her to sleep. And without her belt she has normal strength." "Yes" said the cagey old woman, who had a plan to get even more money out of the Americans.
"So all we need to do is put her to sleep and destroy her Lionskin belt?,"asked Fowles. "No, Lion belt is enchanted, great power in belt," explains Flora, "need to enslave her to man she loves, who then takes belt. Then she never be able to use it, she only want his touch and to sleep forever." "Can you arrange this?" said Fowles, turned on by the prospect of making the super woman into a docile sex toy. "Yes, it can be done, but must pay me and two others for this service." "You will be paid, and well, but only after you have done what you promise." "Give me time to arrange and it be done," said Flora.
One week later..Leandra was attending a fashion show with Prince Luaga. However as she show progressed..the millionaress got the feeling that something was wrong. While Luaga was busy socialising with some of his other guests...Leandra told her faithful retainer M'Baka about her suspicions and told him to cover for her while she returned to her mansion to become the Lioness.
Hours later..close to sundown...the gold colored Aston Martin car arrived at the same warehouse where Lioness had fought the CIA one week earlier. Getting out of her car..the busty African superwoman strolled into the warehouse..her large ebony breasts bobbing sexily under her flimsy lionskin bra as she searched the interior. "Deserted?..This is strange...I have never been wrong about these things..." thought Lioness as she continued her search.
Outside of the warehouse..two CIA agents quickly went beneath the Lioness' car...affixing a small canister and pump. Their task done..they went back to their hiding place and watched as they saw Leandra's lithe body stride out of the warehouse and get back into her Aston Martin. "Something's not right.. but I don't know what it is...My instincts to sense evil are never wrong..." said Lioness. "Once I get back to the mansion..I'll change back into Leandra and rejoin Luaga at the fashion show..before he misses me."
However the cannister attached to the underside of the Lioness' Aston Martin car..slowly emitted an odorless and colorless chloroform mist into the car as she drove. Leandra's brown eyes became dull and hazy in the slits of the lionskin mask which stretched across her face..her large ebony breasts heaving beneath her flimsy bra as she strained to get fresh air into her
lungs. "Ohhhh....What..becoming...tired...weak...Chloroform?...How..." gasped the surprised Lioness. Losing control of her car...it crashed into a fence in a deserted part of the city and stopped.
An ambulance which had been following the Aston Martin pulled up. Five attendents ran out from the ambulance..thick pads dunked in chloroform held in their hands. The dazed Lioness was pulled out of the car..pinned flat on her back to the ground and her bra removed to expose her huge ebony mounds. "No...Uunnnhhhh...Getting sleepy...Uunnnnhh...You know my weakness...Uunnnhhh..How...can't fight back..Unnnhhh..Unnnhhhh" groaned Leandra as her large breasts were continually stroked with the anaesthetic to subdue her.
"Uunnnhhh...Uunnnnhhh..." moaned Lioness as she was grabbed under her arms and by her ankles by the attendents and carried inside the ambulance without any resistance. The ambulance drove off as soon as she was inside. Dazed and disoriented by the chloroform on her breasts which made her thick black nipples and areolas hard and erect...the mighty Lioness was totally helpless as she was placed on a stretcher insider of the ambulance.
"Uhhh...Chloroform..on my breasts..makes me sleepy...CIA....knows my weakness...have fallen into their trap.." gasped Leandra as an anaesthetic mask was placed over her face.
"Lights out Lioness...You're finished..." sneered Fowles as he stroked the heroine's aroused nipples tenderly..his hands coated in the special emu oil..which Flora told him the mighty Lioness had no resistance too. "Ahhhh...Ahhhh...Ahhhh...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." cooed the Lioness into the mask as she was for--d to breath more chloroform as Fowles fondled her nipples. Her brown eyes fluttered in the slits of her mask..as she succumbed to the CIA's foolproof tactics and fell into a deep sleep. Fowles removed her lionskin belt..depriving her of her great strength.
"Now take her to Flora's....the old woman will keep the powerful Lioness lovesick and sleepy forever..." grinned Fowler as he patted the huge ebony bust of the defeated African superwoman. Unknown to Fowler.. the ambulance was being followed by a car filled with K.G.B. agents. The Russians were interested in what the CIA had planned for the Lioness. "We may have our uses for her," thought head KGB agent Boris Bevin.
To be continued
Original Lioness and The Tattoo of Oblivion
Original Lioness and the Tatoo of Oblivion 2
Original Lioness and the Tatoo of Oblivion 2
Luanda, Central Africa 1960
7 pm.
Prince Luaga arrived at at Leandra Lara's mansion after the fashion show and was greeted at the door by M'Baka. "I hoped to see Leandra..She left so suddenly..Is everything all right?" asked the Prince.
"I am not sure she will be back soon, " answered the faithful retainer, anxious to get rid of the Prince because..Leandra..who was secretly the Lioness..had not yet returned from her mission. "She will call you when she returns." replied M'Baka.
When the Prince left..M'Baka ran to the underground lair beneath the mansion..where Leandra had a series of machines which she used to help her fight crime as the Lioness. M'Baka checked for the whereabouts of the Lioness's car on th rader and saw a blip on the radar screen, indicating where it was. M'Baka quickly left in the Rolls Royce and discovers the Aston Martin..wrecked in a bad part of town.
The Lioness was nowhere to be found. "Lioness has great power...I pray to the Goddess that Lioness will return triumphant. However M'Baka had no way of knowing that the mighty Lioness had fallen into a trap from which she could not escape.
On the other side of Luanda City.. the unconscious Lioness was quickly and quietly carried out of the ambulance into a seedy apartment house. CIA agent Jon Fowles and his men entered a room on the first floor and toss the African super beauty on a bed..which awakened her. "Ohhh..Where?..What?.." groaned Leandra...still groggy from the chlororform and the anesethetic.
The Lioness tried to get up but two CIA agents pounced on her before she could get off the bed. "This'll keep you quiet bitch!" quipped one of the agents as they both dabbed her great ebony breasts with chloroform-soaked pads. "Uunhhhh..CIA..chloroforming my breasts...making me tired..want to sleep.." agreed the Lioness as she groaned and stared sleepily at the men drugging her fabulous ebony mounds before collapsing on her back.
Flora and two other old crones entered the room. They could not believe their eyes at the heroine's beauty.. from her raven hair, huge firm chest, slim waist and long, muscular legs. As I told you, she is miracle," said Flora to her partners." She worth our most powerful magic." "Make her helpless!" instructed Fowles. "It will take some time," replied Flora.
Four CIA agents held the Lioness' arms and legs.. spreading them wide apart. Leandra struggled but without her Lion skin belt..she had the strength of a normal woman and was too weak to resist them. "What are you doing?! How dare you treat me this way ?!" cried Leandra. "You have been a problem for us long enough," said Fowles, as he watched the three old women pour emu oil over their hands.
"It is time for you to think of nothing but man's touch," Flora declares. "No!..must keep pure of mind...must stop you and CIA," shouted the Lioness. However the three old women quickly dampened her spirit, smoothly spreading emu oil over her breasts, stroking her amazingly defined muscles.
"Aaahhhh...oil make me feel so...strange...mind fill with forbidden thoughts...uhhhhh...uhhhh" groaned the Lioness...trying desperately to wiggle away from the grip of Fowles's men. Turned on and anxious to see the end of the Lioness, they held her fast. Meanwhile, the deft hands of the old women never stop. They rub the emu oil into the secret spots, the most sensitive flesh on the mighty breasts of the Lioness.
Flora concentrated on Leandra's nipples, rubbing the strange oil in deep, never letting them soften. The other old women cover her the heroine's body completely. Slowly stroking the inside of her thighs and pulling down her lion skin panty, soaking and re-soaking her pubic hair, making sure she became very wet.
"Ahhhh...no...must fight...not defeat me...fight for right against this evil...never feel this way before.." moaned Lioness, who felts as light as a feather as the strength was drawn out of her breasts. Her dark brown eyes fluttered in the slits of her lionskin her mask.. while her red lips opened and closed. "The emu oil make you sleep before and it work again," cackled Flora.
She began to chant with the other old women. "You are weak... need man's touch."
"Oooahhh...ahhhh...pleasure...pleasure in my breasts...cannot resist...must..fight...becoming..tired.." moaned the Lioness. Fowles signals his men to move away since the proud Lioness was too weak to move, let alone escape. "The woman is defeated. So much for our most tenacious foe" thought Fowles.
"Now tell me, Lioness," said Flora once the heroine's ebony body gleamed with the oil."Who are you thinking about? What man do you want to touch you? What man you want?" "I..not..tell...lives at stake...never tell.."gasped Lioness..her head nodding up and down as she tried to fight the effects of the drugs and strange voodoo.
"I think of.. no...man," the heroine muttered, unconvincingly. Flora smiled and asked again, massaging her nipples. "Unnnhhh...I...I want to sleep..you know weakness...strange oil...make me think only of love and sleep..." conceded Leandra as she felt her will being sapped."You not sleep till you say name" snapped Flora who signaled to the other hags.
They come forward carrying a tray with two pots of black paint and long needles. "What are you doing?" said Fowles, "I didn't say I wanted her mutilated.""Not hurt, only make her more weak and helpless with desire," replies Flora, as she continues to stroke Lioness's nipples into hardness. "Ooohhhhh.." moaned the busty African heroine. The old women dipped the needles into the black paint and pressed the needles into the Lioness's breasts.
First one and the other, covering them with a strange pattern of circles and squares. "Aaahhh..Never
Never..felt...such pleasure...such pain...you know my weakness...I...I..will tell you all..Ahhhh..Oooooh" sighed the beaten Lioness. Her legs and arms stretched sensuously over the bed, her shapely thighs rubbing against the blankets.
She could only think of sexual images. Of being ravished, mastered, and controlled by Prince Luaga.
"Now," demanded Flora. "You mustl tell me the man want to master your sweet breasts." "Yes..his name is Prince Luaga...he I want...my breasts are his to touch...to lick.." confessed Leandra says in a husky voice, revealing her innermost desires, the key to her erotic enslavement .
"Good girl," responded Flora, looking at Fowles and patting Lioness's great elbony mounds.."Now you can sleep, but first the name of your master must be written on your chest." The old biddies gently held the soft breasts of the Lioness and wrote the Prince's name on them with the needles and paint. Flora laughed.
"No woman ever escape the tattoo" she said before she pressing a pad soaked in the emu oil over the heroine's attractive face. "Sleep deep and stay weak Lioness," said the old woman, her face set in a serious and commanding expression, "when you wake up you will live for only one thing -- man's touch."
"Mmmphhh..Mmmphhhhh..." sighed Leandra as her brown eyes slowly closed in defeat in the slits of her lionskin mask..before she slid into an enchanted sleep. "This is perfect," said Fowles, once he saw the Lioness's breathing was slow and even. "I have wanted to discredit the Prince, and this woman gives me the perfect opportunity to destroy them both!"
"You pay me and my friends now,"said Flora. "Yes, and tell no one of what happened here," the CIA operative said. "And you men," he said after thinking a moment, "I want to you plant a copy of our counterfeit plates for the Luandan currency in the Prince's house. I will send one of the Luandan policemen on our payroll to Luaga. He will warn him to beware of a visit from the Lioness, who is after the plates, and give him the means to defeat her for the police."
Fowles held up a jar of the emu oil and began to laugh. When the real police come, he thought, tipped off by us about the plates, they will arrest the Lioness and the Prince, who will be executed as traitors.
Fowles walked up to the sleeping Lioness, tracing his fingers over her massive breasts and down her taut stomach, rubbing underneath her panties until she moaned in her sleep.
"Ooohhhh...Oooohhhhh..." moaned the Lioness.."Do not awaken Lioness," warned Flora. "No sweat..the super bitch is totally out of it...I want her costume and the belt put back on he..she shouldn't remember much, and even if she does, it won't stop her from being destroyed by her own Prince..." said Fowles.
Flora held up her handful of American money, her eyes gleaming as she looked at the helpless Lioness. Unknown to Flora..her partners and the CIA..the Soviet agents have been monitoring their activities.
To be continued
Luanda, Central Africa 1960
7 pm.
Prince Luaga arrived at at Leandra Lara's mansion after the fashion show and was greeted at the door by M'Baka. "I hoped to see Leandra..She left so suddenly..Is everything all right?" asked the Prince.
"I am not sure she will be back soon, " answered the faithful retainer, anxious to get rid of the Prince because..Leandra..who was secretly the Lioness..had not yet returned from her mission. "She will call you when she returns." replied M'Baka.
When the Prince left..M'Baka ran to the underground lair beneath the mansion..where Leandra had a series of machines which she used to help her fight crime as the Lioness. M'Baka checked for the whereabouts of the Lioness's car on th rader and saw a blip on the radar screen, indicating where it was. M'Baka quickly left in the Rolls Royce and discovers the Aston Martin..wrecked in a bad part of town.
The Lioness was nowhere to be found. "Lioness has great power...I pray to the Goddess that Lioness will return triumphant. However M'Baka had no way of knowing that the mighty Lioness had fallen into a trap from which she could not escape.
On the other side of Luanda City.. the unconscious Lioness was quickly and quietly carried out of the ambulance into a seedy apartment house. CIA agent Jon Fowles and his men entered a room on the first floor and toss the African super beauty on a bed..which awakened her. "Ohhh..Where?..What?.." groaned Leandra...still groggy from the chlororform and the anesethetic.
The Lioness tried to get up but two CIA agents pounced on her before she could get off the bed. "This'll keep you quiet bitch!" quipped one of the agents as they both dabbed her great ebony breasts with chloroform-soaked pads. "Uunhhhh..CIA..chloroforming my breasts...making me tired..want to sleep.." agreed the Lioness as she groaned and stared sleepily at the men drugging her fabulous ebony mounds before collapsing on her back.
Flora and two other old crones entered the room. They could not believe their eyes at the heroine's beauty.. from her raven hair, huge firm chest, slim waist and long, muscular legs. As I told you, she is miracle," said Flora to her partners." She worth our most powerful magic." "Make her helpless!" instructed Fowles. "It will take some time," replied Flora.
Four CIA agents held the Lioness' arms and legs.. spreading them wide apart. Leandra struggled but without her Lion skin belt..she had the strength of a normal woman and was too weak to resist them. "What are you doing?! How dare you treat me this way ?!" cried Leandra. "You have been a problem for us long enough," said Fowles, as he watched the three old women pour emu oil over their hands.
"It is time for you to think of nothing but man's touch," Flora declares. "No!..must keep pure of mind...must stop you and CIA," shouted the Lioness. However the three old women quickly dampened her spirit, smoothly spreading emu oil over her breasts, stroking her amazingly defined muscles.
"Aaahhhh...oil make me feel so...strange...mind fill with forbidden thoughts...uhhhhh...uhhhh" groaned the Lioness...trying desperately to wiggle away from the grip of Fowles's men. Turned on and anxious to see the end of the Lioness, they held her fast. Meanwhile, the deft hands of the old women never stop. They rub the emu oil into the secret spots, the most sensitive flesh on the mighty breasts of the Lioness.
Flora concentrated on Leandra's nipples, rubbing the strange oil in deep, never letting them soften. The other old women cover her the heroine's body completely. Slowly stroking the inside of her thighs and pulling down her lion skin panty, soaking and re-soaking her pubic hair, making sure she became very wet.
"Ahhhh...no...must fight...not defeat me...fight for right against this evil...never feel this way before.." moaned Lioness, who felts as light as a feather as the strength was drawn out of her breasts. Her dark brown eyes fluttered in the slits of her lionskin her mask.. while her red lips opened and closed. "The emu oil make you sleep before and it work again," cackled Flora.
She began to chant with the other old women. "You are weak... need man's touch."
"Oooahhh...ahhhh...pleasure...pleasure in my breasts...cannot resist...must..fight...becoming..tired.." moaned the Lioness. Fowles signals his men to move away since the proud Lioness was too weak to move, let alone escape. "The woman is defeated. So much for our most tenacious foe" thought Fowles.
"Now tell me, Lioness," said Flora once the heroine's ebony body gleamed with the oil."Who are you thinking about? What man do you want to touch you? What man you want?" "I..not..tell...lives at stake...never tell.."gasped Lioness..her head nodding up and down as she tried to fight the effects of the drugs and strange voodoo.
"I think of.. no...man," the heroine muttered, unconvincingly. Flora smiled and asked again, massaging her nipples. "Unnnhhh...I...I want to sleep..you know weakness...strange oil...make me think only of love and sleep..." conceded Leandra as she felt her will being sapped."You not sleep till you say name" snapped Flora who signaled to the other hags.
They come forward carrying a tray with two pots of black paint and long needles. "What are you doing?" said Fowles, "I didn't say I wanted her mutilated.""Not hurt, only make her more weak and helpless with desire," replies Flora, as she continues to stroke Lioness's nipples into hardness. "Ooohhhhh.." moaned the busty African heroine. The old women dipped the needles into the black paint and pressed the needles into the Lioness's breasts.
First one and the other, covering them with a strange pattern of circles and squares. "Aaahhh..Never
Never..felt...such pleasure...such pain...you know my weakness...I...I..will tell you all..Ahhhh..Oooooh" sighed the beaten Lioness. Her legs and arms stretched sensuously over the bed, her shapely thighs rubbing against the blankets.
She could only think of sexual images. Of being ravished, mastered, and controlled by Prince Luaga.
"Now," demanded Flora. "You mustl tell me the man want to master your sweet breasts." "Yes..his name is Prince Luaga...he I want...my breasts are his to touch...to lick.." confessed Leandra says in a husky voice, revealing her innermost desires, the key to her erotic enslavement .
"Good girl," responded Flora, looking at Fowles and patting Lioness's great elbony mounds.."Now you can sleep, but first the name of your master must be written on your chest." The old biddies gently held the soft breasts of the Lioness and wrote the Prince's name on them with the needles and paint. Flora laughed.
"No woman ever escape the tattoo" she said before she pressing a pad soaked in the emu oil over the heroine's attractive face. "Sleep deep and stay weak Lioness," said the old woman, her face set in a serious and commanding expression, "when you wake up you will live for only one thing -- man's touch."
"Mmmphhh..Mmmphhhhh..." sighed Leandra as her brown eyes slowly closed in defeat in the slits of her lionskin mask..before she slid into an enchanted sleep. "This is perfect," said Fowles, once he saw the Lioness's breathing was slow and even. "I have wanted to discredit the Prince, and this woman gives me the perfect opportunity to destroy them both!"
"You pay me and my friends now,"said Flora. "Yes, and tell no one of what happened here," the CIA operative said. "And you men," he said after thinking a moment, "I want to you plant a copy of our counterfeit plates for the Luandan currency in the Prince's house. I will send one of the Luandan policemen on our payroll to Luaga. He will warn him to beware of a visit from the Lioness, who is after the plates, and give him the means to defeat her for the police."
Fowles held up a jar of the emu oil and began to laugh. When the real police come, he thought, tipped off by us about the plates, they will arrest the Lioness and the Prince, who will be executed as traitors.
Fowles walked up to the sleeping Lioness, tracing his fingers over her massive breasts and down her taut stomach, rubbing underneath her panties until she moaned in her sleep.
"Ooohhhh...Oooohhhhh..." moaned the Lioness.."Do not awaken Lioness," warned Flora. "No sweat..the super bitch is totally out of it...I want her costume and the belt put back on he..she shouldn't remember much, and even if she does, it won't stop her from being destroyed by her own Prince..." said Fowles.
Flora held up her handful of American money, her eyes gleaming as she looked at the helpless Lioness. Unknown to Flora..her partners and the CIA..the Soviet agents have been monitoring their activities.
To be continued
Original Lioness and the Tatoo of Oblivion 3
Original Lioness and the Tatoo of Oblivion 3
Luanda, Central Africa 1960
8 pm
The loyal M'Baka was deeply worried about Leandra Lara.. who had disappeared from the fashion show in the palace to fight for justice as the Lioness. He had heard nothing from her after finding the heroine's gold-colored Aston Martin abandoned in a bad part of Luanda City. Prince Luaga had been calling and calling, concerned. So the faithful retainer was overjoyed to hear her voice on the phone, even though she sounded tired and strange.
"M'Baka, bring the Rolls and pick me up," she whispered, "I need your help." M'Baka left immediately and found Lenadra in a shady rooming house. She looked as striking as ever -- tall, raven-haired, and sexy -- but there was touch of weariness, even fear, on her beautiful face. "What is wrong Mistress Leandra?" asked M'Baka as they drove home.
"I still have my strength...my Lion skin belt...my skill...but look what the villians did who put my lights out..." cried the Lioness. She unclapsed her lion skin bra to reveal her dazzling breasts. M'Baka gasped at what he saw. There was sinister tattoo on her mighty ebony mounds, black circles and lines that looked as if they caged her chest. "Can you remove them?" asked M'Baka.
"No, at least not with water," sighed the African heroine. "I will try at home. Perhaps I can go to a doctor, but how do I explain it?" M'Baka nodded his head. "And I must not see the Prince again," Leandra said. "Or at least not alone." M'Baka was taken aback. "I can't think of him without wanting him to...touch...me," confessed the Lioness.
"The tattoos make my attraction to him so strong I can't control it." "This is awkward Mistress Leandra" said M"Baka, "the Prince has been calling since you disappeared. How do we keep him away?" "I do not know old friend, but you must keep him away. If he touches me I will become his sleepy slave." The two sat silently, thinking about the future of the Lioness and of Luanda.
The next day.. Leandra went to her office in her most buttoned up business suit. She must repress her sexuality until she can remove the evil tattoo, which resisted all the hot water and soap she could bear this morning. The millionaress sat going over accounts.. barely able to keep her mind on anything but what happened to her as the Lioness 24 hours earlier.
She told her secretary not to let the Prince in under any circumstances, to say she was out of the country on vital affairs. However Prince Luaga was used to getting his way and he was determined to see Leandra. He brushed the girl aside and marched into the office. "Why are you avoiding me? What is going on?" he roared. At the sight of him Leandra melted inside, she felt woozy and weak.
As he raged, she could feel herself become aroused. Her rising breasts almost popped the buttons of the suit and her stiffening nipples clearly showed through the fabric. "I...can't...talk right now," she managed to blurt out. "Please go, we can talk later." "But what has changed, what is going on?," the angry Princel said as he grabbed her arms and pulled Leandra to him.
"Ahhhh..." groaned Leandra. Her breasts, sensitive and sensual, rubbing up against the Prince's muscular chest made her wet. His arms were so strong, she could not break free. "Please...stop," pleaded Leandra. The Prince looked concerned and released her, "Are you all right. Are you sick?" "Yes, sick," Leandra replied..picking up the phone and calling for M'Baka.
"He is coming to take me home, please leave Prince," uttered Leandra. Hurt, the Prince left. After he closed the door, Leandra told the secretary not to let anyone in. She acted as if she was hypnotized.
She removed her clothing, down to her black silk bra and panties. Leandra sat in the chair behind the desk and slowly began to rub herself until she felt so much pleasure imagining Luaga touching her breasts and vagina she became sleepy. "Must sleep" she moaned. "Must think of nothing but sleep." Within seconds, Leandra Lara was unconscious on the floor of her office.
When Prince Luaga arrived at his mansion he found a policeman waiting for him. "We have information that somewhere in this house there is a set of stolen plates of the Luandan currency," said the officer. "The rebels are trying to set you up and we can't find the plates. There are reports the Lioness is after them, so she can sell them to the highest bidder."
"I knew it," said Prince Luaga, "I thought she was evil." "Yes," agreed the policeman, "please leave while we do our duty." "No one, let alone a woman, drives me out of my home. My body guards keep me safe." "Good," said the policeman, "take this bottle and paper. We know how the Lioness can be made helpless. If you see her, follow the instructions and call us once she is captured."
"This will make me a hero," thought Luaga. The policeman, part of the CIA scheme, left, knowing the Lioness's fate was sealed. Meanwhile.. Leandra was at home after M'Baka found her at the office, unconscious and almost naked. "This is no good," said the faithful retainer. "I know, but it only happens when I see the Prince," said his beautiful employer.
"The Lioness can still patrol, can still fight for justice." M'Baka shook his head. Leandra headed down the secret passage to transform herself into the mighty Lioness. Driving around Luanda City hours later in her Aston Martin.. she suddenly felt that the Prince was in danger. "I can't help him or it will be my end," she thought.
"Maybe someone has set a trap, knowing the Lioness would not be able help him." The courageous African heroine, steeling herself for the fight of her life, steered her car to the Prince's mansion.
The Lioness swiftly climbed up the second floor to his bedroom without any of his bodyguards seeing her.
"Prince Luaga...I am the Lioness. There is a trap for you..Please leave!" shouted Leandra.. feeling ridiculous because she was afraid to look at Luaga, who was in a chair, reading. As Lioness turned to the window to jump out...Prince Luaga made his move. He sprang at her and, slipping his hands under her bra and over her huge breasts, pulled her backwards on top of him, her arms and legs flailing.
"I know how to make you weak, evil one," boasted the confident Prince, swiftly pouring the emu oil over her breasts. He slowly began to rub them after unclasping the bra. "No Prince!!..Aahhh!!!..Stop!!
...it is a trap for you...becoming so weak...must escape for both our sakes.." moaned the Lioness who unable to get up because Luaga's powerful legs pressed down on her shapely thighs.
"You have come for the plates of our currency, but you will be defeated and jailed instead.." declared Luaga. The cop's papers told him just just what to do. His palms carefully stroked her nipples into hardness. "Unnnhhh...So much pleasure...breasts feel so light... weak...tired... I am..so tired.." admitted the Lioness.. her eyes fluttering in the slits of her lionskin mask.
"You are not so strong now, wicked woman.." chuckled Luaga who had noticed that with each touch of the emu oil on her large ebony bust...the heroine resisted his caresses less and less. "What's that on your chest?" asked Luaga..seeing the tattoo, once it was apparent the Lioness was helpless.. a docile prisoner of his erotic stimulation.
"Unnnn Yes... the tattoo... it stings... when you touch it... makes me want to obey you," whispered Leandra, who could no longer control what she said. "I will be a hero, capturing the mighty Lioness," said the Prince with excitement in his voice, "you will sleep now, pretty fool, and I will bind you tight for the police."
"Now... do this Prince and I will be yours forever...take my belt...it is the secret of my power to escape you," said the Lioness with joy in her voice. She removed the lionskin belt..which granted her super powers and handed it to the startled Luaga, who stuffed it in his pocket. "Why are you helping me?" asked Luaga.
"Because I have no will to resist, must be possessed by you," said Leandra who took his hands, covered them with the emu oil, and stroked them over the intimate spots under her thin lionskin panty. "Ahhhhh...pleasure...man's touch..want it.." gasped Lioness...completely forgetting her mission. She spread her muscular legs wide apart.
"Take me now and I will sleep and then take me again when I awake," muttered the Lioness in a husky voice. The Prince was shocked. Perhaps this is a trap. She will regain her great strength and defeat him easily. But he had never been so aroused. The Lioness was a devil, but she was also unspeakably sexy and beautiful. Only Leandra had made him more aroused. He had fallen under the heroine's spell, the seducer was seduced.
"I will take you now," he said after thinking for a moment, all the while stroking the Lioness's compliant chest, "and then I will call the police." The Lioness purred with pleasure when the Prince, unbuttoning his shirt, stroked her nipples and pulled down the lionskin panties. Luaga wanted to make sure the powerful one was under his control. He gently pulled her closer to him and stroked the inside of her thighs with the voodoo oil, watching her face as she become submissive.
The Flora's tattoo had tamed the Lioness: her power was gone. Suddenly.. there was gun fire outside in the corridor. The Prince's body guards were mowed down by six men with machine guns who broke down the bedroom door. "Sorry to break up this touching romantic interlude," yelled Boris Bevin, the KGB's chief in Luanda City. "We cannot find the currency plates and we must have them. So you come with us!"
The Prince jumped to his feet. "What is this...Uhhhh!!" groaned Luaga as he was immediately hit on the back of the head with a blackjack..and rendered him unconscious. "My Prince...I will save you!" cried the Lioness.who was lying on the floor when the Russians barged into the room. She was struggling to clear her mind of thoughts of sex and gather her strength to fight the KGB and save her beloved Luaga.
However the KGB were ruthless and smart..not prepared to tolerate any resistance from the naked African heroine before them. "You have defeated us before..thwarted our operations here.. but now you will be ours.."boasted the Russian as he picked up the bottle of emu oil and poured some of it into his right hand. The other men grabbed the Lioness's arms and feet. "Must save the Prince...do not hurt him!," she cried, rapidity getting back her fighting spirit.
Bevin quickly pressed his left hand over Leandra's mouth...and rubbed his right hand all over her naked chest..rubbing the oil deep into every inch of her breasts. Struggle as she might.. the Lioness..felt her herself become aroused by the oil as it was rubbed into her chest again..and could not stay awake. He pressed her head against the floor. "Sleep enemy...you are ours now," he sneered as the Lioness's muffled cries of protest.."Mmmmmm...Mmmmmmm..." became quieter and quieter.
"Put her clothes back on," Bevin ordered, seeing the Lioness's breathing had became slow and even. "We want the pleasure of stripping them off during the interrogation." The unconscious Prince and Lioness were bound and carried out to a van. A CIA agent across the street mumbled "this isn't the way it was supposed to go" and went to call Fowles before tailing the Russians.
To be continued
Luanda, Central Africa 1960
8 pm
The loyal M'Baka was deeply worried about Leandra Lara.. who had disappeared from the fashion show in the palace to fight for justice as the Lioness. He had heard nothing from her after finding the heroine's gold-colored Aston Martin abandoned in a bad part of Luanda City. Prince Luaga had been calling and calling, concerned. So the faithful retainer was overjoyed to hear her voice on the phone, even though she sounded tired and strange.
"M'Baka, bring the Rolls and pick me up," she whispered, "I need your help." M'Baka left immediately and found Lenadra in a shady rooming house. She looked as striking as ever -- tall, raven-haired, and sexy -- but there was touch of weariness, even fear, on her beautiful face. "What is wrong Mistress Leandra?" asked M'Baka as they drove home.
"I still have my strength...my Lion skin belt...my skill...but look what the villians did who put my lights out..." cried the Lioness. She unclapsed her lion skin bra to reveal her dazzling breasts. M'Baka gasped at what he saw. There was sinister tattoo on her mighty ebony mounds, black circles and lines that looked as if they caged her chest. "Can you remove them?" asked M'Baka.
"No, at least not with water," sighed the African heroine. "I will try at home. Perhaps I can go to a doctor, but how do I explain it?" M'Baka nodded his head. "And I must not see the Prince again," Leandra said. "Or at least not alone." M'Baka was taken aback. "I can't think of him without wanting him to...touch...me," confessed the Lioness.
"The tattoos make my attraction to him so strong I can't control it." "This is awkward Mistress Leandra" said M"Baka, "the Prince has been calling since you disappeared. How do we keep him away?" "I do not know old friend, but you must keep him away. If he touches me I will become his sleepy slave." The two sat silently, thinking about the future of the Lioness and of Luanda.
The next day.. Leandra went to her office in her most buttoned up business suit. She must repress her sexuality until she can remove the evil tattoo, which resisted all the hot water and soap she could bear this morning. The millionaress sat going over accounts.. barely able to keep her mind on anything but what happened to her as the Lioness 24 hours earlier.
She told her secretary not to let the Prince in under any circumstances, to say she was out of the country on vital affairs. However Prince Luaga was used to getting his way and he was determined to see Leandra. He brushed the girl aside and marched into the office. "Why are you avoiding me? What is going on?" he roared. At the sight of him Leandra melted inside, she felt woozy and weak.
As he raged, she could feel herself become aroused. Her rising breasts almost popped the buttons of the suit and her stiffening nipples clearly showed through the fabric. "I...can't...talk right now," she managed to blurt out. "Please go, we can talk later." "But what has changed, what is going on?," the angry Princel said as he grabbed her arms and pulled Leandra to him.
"Ahhhh..." groaned Leandra. Her breasts, sensitive and sensual, rubbing up against the Prince's muscular chest made her wet. His arms were so strong, she could not break free. "Please...stop," pleaded Leandra. The Prince looked concerned and released her, "Are you all right. Are you sick?" "Yes, sick," Leandra replied..picking up the phone and calling for M'Baka.
"He is coming to take me home, please leave Prince," uttered Leandra. Hurt, the Prince left. After he closed the door, Leandra told the secretary not to let anyone in. She acted as if she was hypnotized.
She removed her clothing, down to her black silk bra and panties. Leandra sat in the chair behind the desk and slowly began to rub herself until she felt so much pleasure imagining Luaga touching her breasts and vagina she became sleepy. "Must sleep" she moaned. "Must think of nothing but sleep." Within seconds, Leandra Lara was unconscious on the floor of her office.
When Prince Luaga arrived at his mansion he found a policeman waiting for him. "We have information that somewhere in this house there is a set of stolen plates of the Luandan currency," said the officer. "The rebels are trying to set you up and we can't find the plates. There are reports the Lioness is after them, so she can sell them to the highest bidder."
"I knew it," said Prince Luaga, "I thought she was evil." "Yes," agreed the policeman, "please leave while we do our duty." "No one, let alone a woman, drives me out of my home. My body guards keep me safe." "Good," said the policeman, "take this bottle and paper. We know how the Lioness can be made helpless. If you see her, follow the instructions and call us once she is captured."
"This will make me a hero," thought Luaga. The policeman, part of the CIA scheme, left, knowing the Lioness's fate was sealed. Meanwhile.. Leandra was at home after M'Baka found her at the office, unconscious and almost naked. "This is no good," said the faithful retainer. "I know, but it only happens when I see the Prince," said his beautiful employer.
"The Lioness can still patrol, can still fight for justice." M'Baka shook his head. Leandra headed down the secret passage to transform herself into the mighty Lioness. Driving around Luanda City hours later in her Aston Martin.. she suddenly felt that the Prince was in danger. "I can't help him or it will be my end," she thought.
"Maybe someone has set a trap, knowing the Lioness would not be able help him." The courageous African heroine, steeling herself for the fight of her life, steered her car to the Prince's mansion.
The Lioness swiftly climbed up the second floor to his bedroom without any of his bodyguards seeing her.
"Prince Luaga...I am the Lioness. There is a trap for you..Please leave!" shouted Leandra.. feeling ridiculous because she was afraid to look at Luaga, who was in a chair, reading. As Lioness turned to the window to jump out...Prince Luaga made his move. He sprang at her and, slipping his hands under her bra and over her huge breasts, pulled her backwards on top of him, her arms and legs flailing.
"I know how to make you weak, evil one," boasted the confident Prince, swiftly pouring the emu oil over her breasts. He slowly began to rub them after unclasping the bra. "No Prince!!..Aahhh!!!..Stop!!
...it is a trap for you...becoming so weak...must escape for both our sakes.." moaned the Lioness who unable to get up because Luaga's powerful legs pressed down on her shapely thighs.
"You have come for the plates of our currency, but you will be defeated and jailed instead.." declared Luaga. The cop's papers told him just just what to do. His palms carefully stroked her nipples into hardness. "Unnnhhh...So much pleasure...breasts feel so light... weak...tired... I am..so tired.." admitted the Lioness.. her eyes fluttering in the slits of her lionskin mask.
"You are not so strong now, wicked woman.." chuckled Luaga who had noticed that with each touch of the emu oil on her large ebony bust...the heroine resisted his caresses less and less. "What's that on your chest?" asked Luaga..seeing the tattoo, once it was apparent the Lioness was helpless.. a docile prisoner of his erotic stimulation.
"Unnnn Yes... the tattoo... it stings... when you touch it... makes me want to obey you," whispered Leandra, who could no longer control what she said. "I will be a hero, capturing the mighty Lioness," said the Prince with excitement in his voice, "you will sleep now, pretty fool, and I will bind you tight for the police."
"Now... do this Prince and I will be yours forever...take my belt...it is the secret of my power to escape you," said the Lioness with joy in her voice. She removed the lionskin belt..which granted her super powers and handed it to the startled Luaga, who stuffed it in his pocket. "Why are you helping me?" asked Luaga.
"Because I have no will to resist, must be possessed by you," said Leandra who took his hands, covered them with the emu oil, and stroked them over the intimate spots under her thin lionskin panty. "Ahhhhh...pleasure...man's touch..want it.." gasped Lioness...completely forgetting her mission. She spread her muscular legs wide apart.
"Take me now and I will sleep and then take me again when I awake," muttered the Lioness in a husky voice. The Prince was shocked. Perhaps this is a trap. She will regain her great strength and defeat him easily. But he had never been so aroused. The Lioness was a devil, but she was also unspeakably sexy and beautiful. Only Leandra had made him more aroused. He had fallen under the heroine's spell, the seducer was seduced.
"I will take you now," he said after thinking for a moment, all the while stroking the Lioness's compliant chest, "and then I will call the police." The Lioness purred with pleasure when the Prince, unbuttoning his shirt, stroked her nipples and pulled down the lionskin panties. Luaga wanted to make sure the powerful one was under his control. He gently pulled her closer to him and stroked the inside of her thighs with the voodoo oil, watching her face as she become submissive.
The Flora's tattoo had tamed the Lioness: her power was gone. Suddenly.. there was gun fire outside in the corridor. The Prince's body guards were mowed down by six men with machine guns who broke down the bedroom door. "Sorry to break up this touching romantic interlude," yelled Boris Bevin, the KGB's chief in Luanda City. "We cannot find the currency plates and we must have them. So you come with us!"
The Prince jumped to his feet. "What is this...Uhhhh!!" groaned Luaga as he was immediately hit on the back of the head with a blackjack..and rendered him unconscious. "My Prince...I will save you!" cried the Lioness.who was lying on the floor when the Russians barged into the room. She was struggling to clear her mind of thoughts of sex and gather her strength to fight the KGB and save her beloved Luaga.
However the KGB were ruthless and smart..not prepared to tolerate any resistance from the naked African heroine before them. "You have defeated us before..thwarted our operations here.. but now you will be ours.."boasted the Russian as he picked up the bottle of emu oil and poured some of it into his right hand. The other men grabbed the Lioness's arms and feet. "Must save the Prince...do not hurt him!," she cried, rapidity getting back her fighting spirit.
Bevin quickly pressed his left hand over Leandra's mouth...and rubbed his right hand all over her naked chest..rubbing the oil deep into every inch of her breasts. Struggle as she might.. the Lioness..felt her herself become aroused by the oil as it was rubbed into her chest again..and could not stay awake. He pressed her head against the floor. "Sleep enemy...you are ours now," he sneered as the Lioness's muffled cries of protest.."Mmmmmm...Mmmmmmm..." became quieter and quieter.
"Put her clothes back on," Bevin ordered, seeing the Lioness's breathing had became slow and even. "We want the pleasure of stripping them off during the interrogation." The unconscious Prince and Lioness were bound and carried out to a van. A CIA agent across the street mumbled "this isn't the way it was supposed to go" and went to call Fowles before tailing the Russians.
To be continued
Original Lioness and the Tattoo of Oblivion 4
Original Lioness and the Tattoo of Oblivion 4
Luanda, Central Africa.
The Lioness awoke.. in pain..alone..and tightly bound..hand and foot...on a bed in a basement room somewhere in Luanda City. Leandra immediately began to twist in the ropes hoping she could get free and find her beloved Prince Luaga. However she was too weak to break the Russian knots. Soon Luaga was pushed through the opened door, bruised and sweating.
"Uhhh...They really worked me over...moaned the Prince as he fell to the floor. "They claimed I knew where the currency plates are...but I have no idea..." groaned Luaga as he rubbed his sore shoulders and legs. "Prince," said the determined Lioness.."Listen to me and we will escape.... First, you must remove my mask."
The Prince looked up in surprise but did as she asked, taking off the lion skin mask. He fell to the floor on his knees when he looked at the gorgeous face of the Lioness. It was his love.. his Leandra. "You are the Lioness!, you are the one I have hated, the one I tried to capture!," he said in agony. "Forgive me my love, I didn't know, I am a stupid man."
The Lioness smiled at him. "I now realize I should have told you. I must learn to trust men, at least a special one. The CIA set a trap for both of us my Prince. They put the plates in your home and, with the evil tattoo and drugs, charmed me into wanting to become your erotic slave forever." The Prince was astonished. "The police were to come and discover us and the plates," she said.
"So we are lost," groaned the Prince. "The police must be at my mansion now, searching for the plates, and when they find them they will get us, if the Russians don't." "Never fear. As long as you are in danger my desires are under control," said the Lioness. "Give me back my lion skin belt and my powers will return. It is in your pocket."
Thankfully, the Russians hadn't taken the belt...unlike the Americans..they were unaware of its importance to the Lioness He put it around the waist of the sexy African superwomans. "Ahhh..." sighed the Lioness as she felt the power flowing back into her breasts and body, stretching the sharply defined muscles of her beautiful body.
"I can break the ropes easily now" said Leandra as she flexed her arms and legs..effortlessly snapping the ropes as if they were strings. She put on her mask and told the Prince to stay behind her and kicked down the door. A Russian with a machine gun stood up..but before he could fire..the Lioness kicked the weapon out of his hand with one foot and banged his head against the wall with the other.
"Take the gun and follow me," said the Lioness. Luaga picked up the gun. He couldn't believe such a sexy woman could move with such speed and strength. He watched Leandra run up the stairs..her large ebony breasts swaying sensuously under her flimsy bra. She signaled the Prince to come up. "Got to get you to safety before I take out the rest of these Russian spies," whispered Leandra.
Before she could move.. the fearless female heard a sinister voice from the side. "One move and the Prince is a dead man." Boris Bevin..the K.G.B. chief..had stealthily come though a side door and was holding a gun to the back of Luaga's head. "I guess it wouldn't do any good to tell you the CIA set us up," said Lioness. "We don't know where the plates are." "We will decide that Lioness," said Boris.
Two men took Leandra's smooth arms while Bevin walked up to the beauty, his eyes taking in her voluptuous flesh. "This relaxes you Lioness.." he said.. holding the bottle of emu oil. "Our mistake was to let you regain consciousness. This time we will keep you sleepy for as long as we can, perhaps forever." He jerked down Leandra's lion skin bra and admired her large ebony mounds.
"Rendering you helpless will be a pleasure. Resist, and the Prince is a dead man." He poured emu oil on his hands and began to stroke her chest. "Unnnhhh...I must not give in...Prince in danger...must fight impure thoughts..Unnnhhh...Unnnhhh" moaned the heroine. Try as she might..the Lioness' thick black nipples hardened..her breasts thobbed with waves of pleasure..her strong legs became weak, and her head began to droop with sleep.
"Luaga...man's touch...must have him...become his..KGB has defeated me..." moaned Lioness as she slowly began to succumb to unconsciousness in the grips of her Russian captors. Bevin sneered. "A little more of this, African bitch, and you will tell us all we want to know." Suddenly there was an explosion downstairs.
The CIA was breaking in..wanting to turn the Prince and Leandra in to the police and rub out the KGB. Boris and his men were startled for a second..which was all the time the Lioness needed. Flexing her arms..she tossed the thugs holding her aside and kicked Bevin against the wall, catching the bottle of emu oil before it hit the ground.
"This stuff should come in handy," the Lioness thought before telling Luaga to take a gun and find a place to defend himself. "I know you can take care of yourself my love," she said. "I have someone in the CIA. to see." The Lioness ran out of the room...kicked a Russian spy against a wall and tumbled through an open window into the front of the house. Two gangs of men were shooting it out.
One gunman had an American accent. She bounded over to him..kicking the gun out of his hand.. pushing him to the ground, and putting her right foot firmly on his neck. "Where is the head of this operation?," asked the Lioness.."and I am not going to ask twice." "He's in the black car down the road, about a block away to the left," the frightened spy squeaked out.
"This will just put you to sleep for bit," responded the Lioness, who pressed down on the agent's neck until he was out for the count. Back in the house, Luaga was fighting bravely, shooting a couple of Russians before taking on a CIA operative. The Lioness headed for the black auto. Jumping on top and then smashing in the window on the driver's side, startled Jon Fowles, who was controlling the attack by way of the car phone.
"How could you be doing this...you should only be thinking about love and sleep," stammered the CIA chief after Leandra pulled him out of the car. "I got tired of feeling so sexy," quipped the African heroine, "I think it is your turn to live for pleasure." The Lioness poured the rest of the emu oil on the agent's chest and pants and then vigorously rubbed his crotch.
"Ahhh...I want you Lioness...always wanted to take you... your breasts so beautiful," slobbered Fowles as he felt his crotch erect and on fire. "I knew it wouldn't take long for the oil to weaken your puny will...it takes longer to weaken me in my breasts because of my super powers.." laughed the Lioness, her legs slightly apart, her hands on her hips .
"Please," he groaned, "must have woman's touch." The Lioness pushed him back and took off her bra. Her gently bouncing bust never looked more amazing. Her red lips pouted in a sexy way before she spoke. "These are yours, American spy, if you tell me a couple of things. First, have you told the police where the plates are?"
"No," Fowles said, his eyes trained on the Lioness's skimpy panties. "Where are the currency plates hidden in the Prince's mansion?" "They are in the library, on the second shelf to the right," he shouted, his loins aflame. Fowles ran towards the Lioness. Perhaps, if he could massage her breasts, he could tame her.
The heroine knocked Fowles out with a quick chop to the neck. "These are only for Luaga," she thought, "not for scum like you." Meanwhile the police had arrived. The shooting stopped and Luaga went in search of the Lioness, worried about the plates. However Leandra had called M'Baka on the phone in the CIA car.
She told him about the currency plates and told him to bribe his way past the police at the Prince's home. The faithful retainer was to get the plates and, as soon as it was safe, destroy them. She told Luaga the good news. "So we have nothing to fear" said Luaga, who was facing the Lioness. "Well," she responded, putting her arms around his shoulders, "it is not good for my crime fighting career if I become turned on and sleepy every time I see my love."
"That is not the worse thing for a healthy relationship," smiled Luaga, who embraced the Lioness, caressing the small of her back. They kissed long and passionately. "Why aren't you beginning to nod off?" asked Luaga, hoping that they could resume the love-making where they left off in his mansion. Leandra took the Prince by the hand and let him into the car.
She unclasped her Lion skin bra. "The evil tattoo is gone," he cried. Luaga couldn't take his eyes off the wondrous breasts of the statuesque beauty. The Lioness laughed heartily. "Yes..the Goddess be praised. But I still see the tattoo when I am with you, my Prince, because these are yours. But we must wait until the rebels, and the goons behind them, are defeated. That is my oath. Sexual stimulation and chloroform make me weak and sleepy, so we must be careful."
Luaga looked disappointed, but the Lioness cheered him up by saying "you are my future mate. You, me, and M'Baka will free Luanda from the clutches of criminals and evil spies. The sooner it is free, the sooner we will be together." They embraced, each dreaming of the day justice would come to the land.
end.
Luanda, Central Africa.
The Lioness awoke.. in pain..alone..and tightly bound..hand and foot...on a bed in a basement room somewhere in Luanda City. Leandra immediately began to twist in the ropes hoping she could get free and find her beloved Prince Luaga. However she was too weak to break the Russian knots. Soon Luaga was pushed through the opened door, bruised and sweating.
"Uhhh...They really worked me over...moaned the Prince as he fell to the floor. "They claimed I knew where the currency plates are...but I have no idea..." groaned Luaga as he rubbed his sore shoulders and legs. "Prince," said the determined Lioness.."Listen to me and we will escape.... First, you must remove my mask."
The Prince looked up in surprise but did as she asked, taking off the lion skin mask. He fell to the floor on his knees when he looked at the gorgeous face of the Lioness. It was his love.. his Leandra. "You are the Lioness!, you are the one I have hated, the one I tried to capture!," he said in agony. "Forgive me my love, I didn't know, I am a stupid man."
The Lioness smiled at him. "I now realize I should have told you. I must learn to trust men, at least a special one. The CIA set a trap for both of us my Prince. They put the plates in your home and, with the evil tattoo and drugs, charmed me into wanting to become your erotic slave forever." The Prince was astonished. "The police were to come and discover us and the plates," she said.
"So we are lost," groaned the Prince. "The police must be at my mansion now, searching for the plates, and when they find them they will get us, if the Russians don't." "Never fear. As long as you are in danger my desires are under control," said the Lioness. "Give me back my lion skin belt and my powers will return. It is in your pocket."
Thankfully, the Russians hadn't taken the belt...unlike the Americans..they were unaware of its importance to the Lioness He put it around the waist of the sexy African superwomans. "Ahhh..." sighed the Lioness as she felt the power flowing back into her breasts and body, stretching the sharply defined muscles of her beautiful body.
"I can break the ropes easily now" said Leandra as she flexed her arms and legs..effortlessly snapping the ropes as if they were strings. She put on her mask and told the Prince to stay behind her and kicked down the door. A Russian with a machine gun stood up..but before he could fire..the Lioness kicked the weapon out of his hand with one foot and banged his head against the wall with the other.
"Take the gun and follow me," said the Lioness. Luaga picked up the gun. He couldn't believe such a sexy woman could move with such speed and strength. He watched Leandra run up the stairs..her large ebony breasts swaying sensuously under her flimsy bra. She signaled the Prince to come up. "Got to get you to safety before I take out the rest of these Russian spies," whispered Leandra.
Before she could move.. the fearless female heard a sinister voice from the side. "One move and the Prince is a dead man." Boris Bevin..the K.G.B. chief..had stealthily come though a side door and was holding a gun to the back of Luaga's head. "I guess it wouldn't do any good to tell you the CIA set us up," said Lioness. "We don't know where the plates are." "We will decide that Lioness," said Boris.
Two men took Leandra's smooth arms while Bevin walked up to the beauty, his eyes taking in her voluptuous flesh. "This relaxes you Lioness.." he said.. holding the bottle of emu oil. "Our mistake was to let you regain consciousness. This time we will keep you sleepy for as long as we can, perhaps forever." He jerked down Leandra's lion skin bra and admired her large ebony mounds.
"Rendering you helpless will be a pleasure. Resist, and the Prince is a dead man." He poured emu oil on his hands and began to stroke her chest. "Unnnhhh...I must not give in...Prince in danger...must fight impure thoughts..Unnnhhh...Unnnhhh" moaned the heroine. Try as she might..the Lioness' thick black nipples hardened..her breasts thobbed with waves of pleasure..her strong legs became weak, and her head began to droop with sleep.
"Luaga...man's touch...must have him...become his..KGB has defeated me..." moaned Lioness as she slowly began to succumb to unconsciousness in the grips of her Russian captors. Bevin sneered. "A little more of this, African bitch, and you will tell us all we want to know." Suddenly there was an explosion downstairs.
The CIA was breaking in..wanting to turn the Prince and Leandra in to the police and rub out the KGB. Boris and his men were startled for a second..which was all the time the Lioness needed. Flexing her arms..she tossed the thugs holding her aside and kicked Bevin against the wall, catching the bottle of emu oil before it hit the ground.
"This stuff should come in handy," the Lioness thought before telling Luaga to take a gun and find a place to defend himself. "I know you can take care of yourself my love," she said. "I have someone in the CIA. to see." The Lioness ran out of the room...kicked a Russian spy against a wall and tumbled through an open window into the front of the house. Two gangs of men were shooting it out.
One gunman had an American accent. She bounded over to him..kicking the gun out of his hand.. pushing him to the ground, and putting her right foot firmly on his neck. "Where is the head of this operation?," asked the Lioness.."and I am not going to ask twice." "He's in the black car down the road, about a block away to the left," the frightened spy squeaked out.
"This will just put you to sleep for bit," responded the Lioness, who pressed down on the agent's neck until he was out for the count. Back in the house, Luaga was fighting bravely, shooting a couple of Russians before taking on a CIA operative. The Lioness headed for the black auto. Jumping on top and then smashing in the window on the driver's side, startled Jon Fowles, who was controlling the attack by way of the car phone.
"How could you be doing this...you should only be thinking about love and sleep," stammered the CIA chief after Leandra pulled him out of the car. "I got tired of feeling so sexy," quipped the African heroine, "I think it is your turn to live for pleasure." The Lioness poured the rest of the emu oil on the agent's chest and pants and then vigorously rubbed his crotch.
"Ahhh...I want you Lioness...always wanted to take you... your breasts so beautiful," slobbered Fowles as he felt his crotch erect and on fire. "I knew it wouldn't take long for the oil to weaken your puny will...it takes longer to weaken me in my breasts because of my super powers.." laughed the Lioness, her legs slightly apart, her hands on her hips .
"Please," he groaned, "must have woman's touch." The Lioness pushed him back and took off her bra. Her gently bouncing bust never looked more amazing. Her red lips pouted in a sexy way before she spoke. "These are yours, American spy, if you tell me a couple of things. First, have you told the police where the plates are?"
"No," Fowles said, his eyes trained on the Lioness's skimpy panties. "Where are the currency plates hidden in the Prince's mansion?" "They are in the library, on the second shelf to the right," he shouted, his loins aflame. Fowles ran towards the Lioness. Perhaps, if he could massage her breasts, he could tame her.
The heroine knocked Fowles out with a quick chop to the neck. "These are only for Luaga," she thought, "not for scum like you." Meanwhile the police had arrived. The shooting stopped and Luaga went in search of the Lioness, worried about the plates. However Leandra had called M'Baka on the phone in the CIA car.
She told him about the currency plates and told him to bribe his way past the police at the Prince's home. The faithful retainer was to get the plates and, as soon as it was safe, destroy them. She told Luaga the good news. "So we have nothing to fear" said Luaga, who was facing the Lioness. "Well," she responded, putting her arms around his shoulders, "it is not good for my crime fighting career if I become turned on and sleepy every time I see my love."
"That is not the worse thing for a healthy relationship," smiled Luaga, who embraced the Lioness, caressing the small of her back. They kissed long and passionately. "Why aren't you beginning to nod off?" asked Luaga, hoping that they could resume the love-making where they left off in his mansion. Leandra took the Prince by the hand and let him into the car.
She unclasped her Lion skin bra. "The evil tattoo is gone," he cried. Luaga couldn't take his eyes off the wondrous breasts of the statuesque beauty. The Lioness laughed heartily. "Yes..the Goddess be praised. But I still see the tattoo when I am with you, my Prince, because these are yours. But we must wait until the rebels, and the goons behind them, are defeated. That is my oath. Sexual stimulation and chloroform make me weak and sleepy, so we must be careful."
Luaga looked disappointed, but the Lioness cheered him up by saying "you are my future mate. You, me, and M'Baka will free Luanda from the clutches of criminals and evil spies. The sooner it is free, the sooner we will be together." They embraced, each dreaming of the day justice would come to the land.
end.
Re: Original Lioness and the Tattoo of Oblivion 4
the lioness can not stay with her prince for a long time.
Re: Original Lioness and The Tattoo of Oblivion
These stories are amazing. I remember reading you back on Superstories.net you should post some of the Antwoman series here those were some of my favorite. Long time fan keep up the amazing work!