** Just a quick departure, inspired by the custom page **
On a typical early afternoon in downtown Metro City, a rookie Blue Angel makes her way down the sidewalk with a confident stride. Barb, a recent graduate of the ultra-secret Blue Angel Academy, was making her first appearance in costume. She practically glowed with pride as she bounced on air, realizing she was now part of the elite sisterhood of superheroines that was the Blue Angels. Rookie Blue Angels wore the "old-style" Angel costume: royal blue sleeved leotard, boots, and eyemask with baby blue tights, red gloves, and yellow utility belt. The brown haired shapely young beauty Barb had been at the top of her class in the academy, but her education was to continue as she was now to be tested in the field. Today, Blue Angel Barb would begin with her first trail mission. This test was a time-honored tradition that rarely varied and was well known by Blue Angel veterans, but the rookies were kept in the dark and could expect any sort of surprise. As was with all Angel first test missions, Barb was directed to an plain looking apartment building in a residential section of the city. From there, the Angel was to unlock a small predesignated mailbox to receive her instructions.
The beautiful Barb reached the address and cut a strange, yet sexy, figure in her brightly colored costume. Metro City certainly had its share of attractive women, but few walked the streets in clinging spandex and identity concealing masks. Barb scanned the row of resident mailboxes at the front door of the building, just to the left of the main entrance. As it was the early afternoon, foot traffic was at a minimum in this area of the city, so our rookie Blue Angel was out of the spotlight. After finding the mailbox labeled "3C," Barb reached into her utility belt for a small metal hairpin to pick the lock open. As she was trained, she expectly used the common tool to spring the lock open. Inside, as expected, our rookie Angel found an envelope with her name "BARB" written on the front. Aware that she might be watched by her superiors or that they may have a surprise waiting for her, Barb kept her head on a swivel to watch for anything slightly suspicious. Only a couple of cars were parked around the building with a "Black Magic Exterminator" van sitting unoccupied across the street, nothing strange attracted Barb's attention.
The rookie Angel cradled the plain letter-sized white envelope in her red gloved hands and took a deep breath. She had performed beautifully in all her mental, strength, and agility test at the Blue Angel Academy, but this was to be her final exam. As great as Barb felt in wearing the Blue Angel costume for the first time, she indeed knew how much was riding on this trail mission. After a long exhale, Barb ripped the corner of the envelope and brought it up to eye-level to see what was inside. From first glance, the envelope appeared to be empty. The well-rounded rookie squeezed the sides of the envelope to open it up further and brought the envelope closer to her masked right eye to take a closer look.
"What kind of test is this?," Blue Angel Barb thought to herself. "It looks like they directed me to pick up an empty envelope."
Confused and pondering her next move, Barb failed to notice the soft hissing sound that came from that very envelope she held before her. This was a test alright, but the envelope placed inside the mailbox wasn't planted there by a Blue Angel. Still holding the opened envelope at mask level, a cloud of light blue smoke escaped from inside and immediately engulfed Barb's lovely face. Her vision was now completely obscured by the wisp of colorful gas.
"Gas!....," shouted the rookie Angel in surprise as the narcotic mist expanded about her face. In her surprise, a sudden gasp drew a mind-numbing amount of the KO gas into her nose and mouth. The fast acting sleeping spray from the envelope made her woozy and sluggish immediately. A quick cough or two was all Barb could manage before staggering on weak legs as she fell prey to the oldest trick in the book.
The drugged Angel's arms grew limp as her legs buckled under her. As the baby blue cloud of KO gas cleared, Barb's eye fluttered under her mask as she drifted off to dreamland. She was out on her feet before the inevitable collapse to the sidewalk below. Sprawled out in her form-fitting costume, resting peaceful after the forced slumber, Barb first mission was no test and it could be qualified as a complete failure.
After the gassing of the unsuspecting rookie Angel, a figure emerged from the back of the exterminator van across the street. It was impossible to get a positive I.D. as this person wore baggy beige coveralls and a matching beige baseball cap pulled down over the face. Despite the uniform, this was no employee of the Black Magic Exterminator Company. The disguised figure quickly scooped up the KO'ed Barb in it's arms and whisked her into the back of the van. Before departing, the exterminator dropped a business card into the opened mialbox, marked 3C. From there, the person dashed into the driver's seat of the van and sped off.
An hour later, at Blue Angel secret headquarters, a subterranean crime fighting lab and training center located under what appeared to be a common split-level home just outside Metro City, a dispatcher contacted an agent in the field.
"Any sign of newby Angel?," asked the dispatcher, a soft female voice belonging to a woman in her mid-30's.
"No, no sign of her at all," responded the agent through her mobile phone, waiting at a bus stop in Metro City's financial district. "I thought this rookie was supposed to top-notch. It looks like she must have gotten lost...the directions left for her were clear enough."
"Looks like another academy hot-shot that isn't up to snuff," sniffed the dispatcher. "The directions were very clear."
"Great," scoffed the agent, a lovely 5'8 redhead undercover Blue Angel veteran dressed in midriff bearing tank top and tight blue jeans. "I'll keep hanging on here, but let me know when they scrap this test and I can return to base."
"Will do," chirped the dispatcher. "I'll call Blue Angel Kobe to see if she can find our wayward rookie."
"Good luck with that," laughed the agent, "Call Kobe out of the yoga class to play shephard...I'm sure she'll be thrilled."
"Roger that," sighed the dispatcher, "I'm sure Ms. Top of Her Class Barb will enjoy meeting Kobe after she gets tracked down."
As veteran Blue Angel Kobe was called out of her class, the Black Magic van drove cautiously down to the area known as the industrial park of Metro City. Pulling into the back of a warehouse building, the figure in coveralls moved silently around the vacated area, quickly retrieving the limp curvacous bod of the slumbering Barb, and cradling her inside the warehouse.
A short time later, the figure in coveralls came into much clearer view. Removing the beige cap and releasing a long mane of wavy honey blonde hair and shedding the bulky coveralls to reveal a bodacious body in a black leotard, the Blue Angel-napper was a female. But this was no ordinary female, the sexy blonde in black was none other than former-Blue Angel Christine. Shapely and buxom to the point of intimidating mere mortals, Christine was clad in a replica Blue Angel costume. Instead of the royal blue leotard, boots, and mask, Christine's costume was shimmering black with shiny tan hose. After losing her disguise, Christine carted the napping Barb over her shoulder before dropping her limp form into a plain wooden chair. Experting binding the slumbering rookie to the chair with thin rope, Christine secured Barb's ankles to the legs of the chair while binding her arms behind the chair. Admiring her dandy rope-work, a sly smile crossed Christine's lovely face.
"The vaunted Blue Angels," scoffed Christine. "They haven't changed a thing since I was there...mailbox 3C...right out of the BA manual."
In her early 20's, Christine had too been at the top of her class at the Blue Angel Academy. After two years as a full-fledge Angel in the field, she was among the most decorated and respected agents ever to wear the blue spandex. After a botched mission where Christine fell under the mind control of the villainous Dr. Emma Somnambula, a/k/a Sandwoman, the brainwashed blue costumed beauty committed several high profile robberies. After being rescued from the clutches of the heinous doctor, Christine's identity had been compromised and her face and remarkable body had been splashed all over the newspapers as the ally of the mind controlling Sandwoman. Christine would never work in the field again as an active agent and she quietly disappeared from view, quitting the Blue Angel Organization. The bitter former Angel soon adopted the persona of the masked Black Angel, a kind of bizarro-Blue Angel. While robberies and other forms of petty crime paid the bills, the time to exact revenge on the organization that spurned her was at hand.
After two hours of a restless slumber, rookie Blue Angel Barb awoke to find herself seated in a large dimly lit warehouse, bound snuggly to the chair with her hands pinned behind her. A few restless tugs of her ankles and arms proved futile as the groggy Angel surveyed her surroundings. Looking about, still a bit dazed, Barb wondered if this was part of the trail mission. Once her eyes locked upon the sexy figure in black before her, with her arms set confidently on her hips, our rookie Angel realized that this was no test.
"Finally awake, eh," hissed the sinsiter Christine. "Napping on the job is a no-no for any self-respecting Blue Angel."
"I know you!," boomed Barb. "They talked about you at the academy. Blue Angel Christine...after the Sandwoman scandal, you turned to petty crime..."
"I know you too, Barb," interrupted a disgusted Christine. "Top of your class...I see you learned your lessons well. I guess they didn't tell you how they disgarded me like last week's trash after years of dedicated service."
"They had no choice...," insisted Barb, still squirming against the tight ropes, "you're secret identity had been compromised..."
"Oh, they had a choice," spat Christine with the bile rising in her throat. "They took away the only thing I loved doing...and as far as a petty thief, I have my sights set a bit higher now."
"What are you talking about?," asked Barb, still maintaining a brave front. "What do you want with me? I was in high school when they kicked you out of the Blue Angels."
"Well, I always dreamed of creating my own team...an elite squad of fabulous females," replied a calmed Christine. "I know every aspect of the Blue Angel Organization and it will serve as the template for my team of supervillainesses, the Black Angels...and that information will be essential in taking down the Blue Angels."
"You're crazy," shouted Barb, now a bit more concerned now that the gravity of her situation became clearer. "The Blue Angels are fifty strong and your 'team' looks like a one woman army."
"You're right, Barb, the Black Angels only have one member now," reasoned Christine. "That's why I'm recruiting the best and brightest to join me, namely, you."
"ME!?!," huffed Barb, "I'll never join you!"
"Well, I didn't think you'd sign up voluntarily," contined Christine, walking around the bound Blue Angel and running a black gloved finger along Barb's shoulders. "That's why I went to the trouble to gassing you on your test mission and bringing you here. You forget that I know every aspect of the Blue Angel training. I knew exactly where you'd be and what you were looking for."
"You think you can frighten me into joining you?," scoffed Barb.
"No, that's not what I had in mind," Christine said sweetly in the ear of the helpless rookie as she pulled a plastic red bulb from her yellow utility belt. "In my time as the mind-controlled slave of the Sandwoman, I did manage to secure a bit of her patented sleeping sand...making sleepwalking followers obey my every command."
"Please, not that," cried a scared Barb as she saw Christine ready the sand-emitting plastic squeeze bulb for a mind-scrambling spray of hypnotic white powder. "The Blue Angels will find me, you know."
"I'm absolutely counting on that, Black Angel Barb," Christine hissed as she leveled the bulb to Barb's face level. "Sweet dreams..."
Christine excited squeezed the red bulb in her fingers and sent a shower of glittering white powder across the mask and nose of the bound rookie Angel. Barb grimaced as the powder struck her vulnerable face. The blast of air was followed by the sleep-enducing sand that blew into a puff of white smoke and the hypnotic particles danced in the air upon impact. Barb's masked face relaxed as she could only surrender to the mind numbing sleep that overwhelmed her. Her eyes shut briefly before opening slightly with the vacant look of just waking up. The drowsy eyed Barb relaxed her body as her sleepy head bobbed about on what appeared to be a rubber neck.
"Excellent," cooed the victorious Christine, watching the Sandwoman's sleepwalker sand work as expected on the captive rookie Angel. "Now, would you like to join my team, the Black Angels?"
The dazed Barb managed a silent nod as her breathing grew shallow, completely relaxed and completely under Black Angel Christine evil control.
"Perfect, my first recruit," giggled the giddy Christine. "And as my first recruit, you'll need to stay in those Blue Angel duds to help me capture some of the other Blue Angels. Will you help me? Help me trap my former teammates?"
"Uh, huh," whispered the hypnotized Barb as her sleepy face took on the slumbering stare of the sleepwalking slave.
At the same time as Blue Angel Barb's sinister conversion to the dark side, Blue Angel Kobe arrived at the very apartment building where Barb was taken captive by Christine. Arriving via a Blue Angel Cycle, a souped up Japanese racing bike, a miffed Kobe parked and dismounted from the motorcycle to try to follow the path of the wayward rookie.
"My day ruined so I can play crossing guard to someone who can't even follow basic directions," Kobe thought to herself. "If she can't follow a simple map, this girl won't last ten seconds as an Angel. What a waste of time."
Kobe arrived in full Blue Angel costume. As a veteran, she wore the new Blue Angel outfit, consisting of the sleeved royal blue spandex sports bra trimmed in bright yellow, snug royal blue bikini briefs, light blue tights, red gloves, a trim yellow belt with matching blue boots and eyemask. The tall sexy brunette dynamo cut a colorfully striking figure in this sleepy neighborhood. Kobe marched over impatiently to the same mailbox at the same apartment building she had traveled to as a rookie Blue Angel in training. Her mood switched from disgust to dismay as she examined the envelope resting on the ground by the entrance of the building.
"Light blue residue inside...," Kobe whispered to herself as she bend over to examine the envelope "very strange."
Holding the envelope closer to her face, Kobe got a closer look and a good whiff of the mystery powder clinging to the inside of the envelope.
"Smells sweet...sickly sweet," she thought to herself, "smells like chloroform...a chloroform based gas. Barb didn't get lost, someone kidnapped her...using our mailbox and our envelope."
Kobe mind raced as the shapely costumed crimefighter thought of who might be responsible for this capture of their newest member. She knew full well the test didn't include gassing a recruit to sleep, but who knew enough about the secret Blue Angel training to pull off such a brazen act.
Before getting too ahead of herself, Kobe looking inside the mailbox cautiously and saw a light brown business card setting inside. Plucking it out carefully in case any other tricks were waiting to spring from the booby-trapped box, Kobe saw it was a card for the Black Magic Exterminator Service. The person who left the card was kind enough to leave the address of this business, located nearby in the industrial park.
"Black Magic Exterminators?!?," Kobe whispered to herself, deep in thought. "Never heard of them...and how could they know this is the location that start all Blue Angel test missions...."
Kobe slid the card into a pouch on her yellow belt as she climbed back aboard her super-speedy baby blue colored motorcycle. The villain was cocky enough to reveal where he or she had taken Barb and that location was a mere five minutes away.
"How brazen," Kobe thought alou, "handing a Blue Angel your location after such a heinous transgression against the organization...smells like a trap, whoever kidnapped Barb is probably waiting for an guardain Angel to arrive."
Kobe radioed her findings back to Blue Angel headquarters and sped off for the short trip to Black Magic Exterminators.
TO BE CONTINUED....
A "Custom"ized Blue Angel Story
"Custom"ized Blue Angel Story Part II
Blue Angel veteran Kobe arrived at the address on the business card she found at the scene of Barb's diappearance. The warehouse for Black Magic Exterminator's looked to be completely empty as there were no cars parked out front, nor was there any light coming from the one small window on the storefront. The veteran crimefighter certainly knew a trap, especially one as obvious as this. Kobe knew full well this warehouse wasn't empty, but she had little choice but to walk into it as it was the only clue she had to work with. Kobe dismounted from her motorcycle and made her way as quietly as possible to the one small window. Hopefully a quick peek inside would allow her to see what she was getting into. Kobe hoped her arrival had gone unnoticed, but she couldn't have been more wrong on that count. A former teammate and friend spied the sight of the sexy, colorfully costumed Kobe. A Blue Angel was coming to the rescue of the rookie Barb just has she had hoped.
"Ah, they sent you, Kobe," Christine said aloud to no one in particular as she stood in the dark inside the warehouse. "Good choice...I can't wait to see you, old friend...and an excellent new recruit. It will be a pleasure to work alongside you again."
Kobe tiptoed her way to the small window in the front of the warehouse. Peeking into the window, the entire area inside was dark. No lights at all were on inside. Only a small sliver of light coming from the window shed any information on what was waiting for her inside. A figure in the shadows, seated and slumped forward, was all Blue Angel Kobe could see. It appeared to be a sleeping figure, most likely the rookie Angel KO'ed by the brazen villain. Kobe hoped against hope that the villain or villains had left Barb alone inside. Perhaps they were off, carrying out another dastardly deed, leaving her free to rescue Barb. Kobe knew she wouldn't be that lucky. The villain wouldn't have dropped the business card unless he or she wanted a superheroine savior to arrive with an ambush waiting. Kobe sighed and walked over to the main front door. It was locked, but her lock picking kit in her Blue Angel utility belt would open it soon enough. As experienced as Kobe was, she was a bit jittery as she opened the door and walked inside. A trap could be sprung at any time, from any direction. Kobe kept her head on a swivel, scanned above and below and all around from any attackers or surprises. There was no sign of any villains, falling nets, or KO gas vents as she walked forward to the slumped, seemingly sleeping figure, in the chair just in front of her. The room was dark and Kobe did not dare try to activate any lighting device that might attract attention to her arrival. The area inside the warehouse where the Blue Angel travelled was cloaked in a scary shroud of darkness.
As Kobe approached the figure in the chair, she could get a clearer view of just who was sitting before her. The uniform was the classic royal blue leotard of the Blue Angels. The Angel had been tied securely to the chair with thin rope. Since there was no stirring by the seated captive and her head was slumped down, with long strands of long brown hair falling forward to obscure her face, this was no doubt rookie Angel Barb and she was still under the effects of the sleeping gas that subdued her at the apartment building.
"Its her, Barb," Kobe thought to herself. "What has this fiend done to her?"
Kobe crept to the front of the chair where the sliver of light only revealed the upper half of the captive rookie. A long mane of brown hair hung over her face as her limp body was completely relaxed in sweet slumber. The floor below still swam in a sea of darkness as Kobe reached out to lift Barb's head up by the chin, hoping to awaken the KO'ed rookie before untying her.
As Kobe lifted Barb's head upward and her hair parted to reveal her face, the sound of metal manicles clanging around the ankles of Kobe could be heard. Just as she heard the metallic clang and felt the cuffs secure tightly to her ankles, Kobe saw that the face of the bound Angel was not Barb. In fact, the seated bound Angel wasn't even a person. Lifting her chin up, the plastic face of a brown haired mannequin showed itself. Kobe had walked right into a trap, fooled by a bound plastic doll and cuffed at the ankles to prevent her flight.
"Cuffed..by the ankles...," shrieked a shocked Kobe, still cupping the plastic face of the mannequin in her gloved hand. "It's a dummy!."
From the face of the vacant mannequin, with all the facial features painted on, a speaker planted at the slightly opened ruby red lips was activated.
"Kobe, you're a fine one to call someone a dummy after falling into such an obvious trap," boomed Christine's voice from the speaker. "Remember me? The disgraced Blue Angel Christine? I captured your newest recruit, Barb, and now I have you!."
Standing stunned and shackled, Kobe looked intently at the creepy vacant face of the mannequin in her hand. The metal clasps at her ankles were tight enough to prevent any struggle or squirming. A wave of fear and shock washed over her as she realized the dire peril she had walked right into. Captured by an old friend and a former teammate, what happened next should have been no surprise.
"Sweet dreams, Kobe," whispered Christine from the speaker.
From the pursed lips of the doll, the hiss of compressed air blasted out, along with an ample supply of Sandwoman's glitterly sleeping sand. The sand blast struck as expected, right across the surprised face of Blue Angel Kobe, showering her blue eyemask and nose. Kobe managed a surprised gasp and instinctively closed her eyes. Inhaling a good amount of the narcotic, hypnotic powder, Kobe quickly grew limp and surrendered to the sleepy fumes. Held in place by the ankle shackles, Kobe could only fall forward onto the rigid mannequin used to capture her. Drowsy eyes under her eyemask fluttered as Sandwoman's sleepwalker brainwashing sand engulfed Kobe's senses. Now under the effects of the mind control powder and a sleepwalking slave of Black Angel Christine, the lights of the warehouse turned on as Christine and her hypnotized recruit Barb stepped forward. Kobe was completely oblivous to the bright lights and the entrance of Christine and Barb, slumped forward in sweet slumber.
"Ah, recruit number two reporting for duty...," Christine giggled as she walked forward to the captured Kobe. "and a fine recruit indeed, Kobe will serve the Black Angels well."
Christine was standing proudly in her black leotard, the uniform of the Black Angels. Barb was now standing alongisde her new leader, with a vacant hypnotized drowsy stare. That wasn't the only change in Barb, she now wore a black sleeved sports bra, high-cut black briefs, black gloves, eyemask, and boots. The only part of her costume that wasn't in black was the shiny tan hose that lusciously showcased her long glamourous gams. Barb had been outfitted in her new Black Angel uniform and, like Christine, she filled it out quite well.
"Black Angel Barb, release Kobe from her ankle cuffs and get her into her new cosutme," commanded Christine. "I have one just like yours that should fit Kobe quite nicely."
"Yes...Christine," Barb replied with a sleepy monotone voice, "right away."
"Such a well trained soldier," snickered Christine sarsactically. "Remind me to send a thank you note to the teachers at the Blue Angel Academy."
A short time later, the powdered and mind controlled former Blue Angels, Kobe and Barb stood side by side at attention. They were both clad in their revealing and stunning new Black Angel outfits. Christine stood proudly before them, reveling in her role as the leader.
"Two of the best trained and most skilled Blue Angels are now completely under my control, agents in the fold of the Black Angels," Christine whispered to herself. "Revenge has been sweeter than I ever imagined."
THE END
"Ah, they sent you, Kobe," Christine said aloud to no one in particular as she stood in the dark inside the warehouse. "Good choice...I can't wait to see you, old friend...and an excellent new recruit. It will be a pleasure to work alongside you again."
Kobe tiptoed her way to the small window in the front of the warehouse. Peeking into the window, the entire area inside was dark. No lights at all were on inside. Only a small sliver of light coming from the window shed any information on what was waiting for her inside. A figure in the shadows, seated and slumped forward, was all Blue Angel Kobe could see. It appeared to be a sleeping figure, most likely the rookie Angel KO'ed by the brazen villain. Kobe hoped against hope that the villain or villains had left Barb alone inside. Perhaps they were off, carrying out another dastardly deed, leaving her free to rescue Barb. Kobe knew she wouldn't be that lucky. The villain wouldn't have dropped the business card unless he or she wanted a superheroine savior to arrive with an ambush waiting. Kobe sighed and walked over to the main front door. It was locked, but her lock picking kit in her Blue Angel utility belt would open it soon enough. As experienced as Kobe was, she was a bit jittery as she opened the door and walked inside. A trap could be sprung at any time, from any direction. Kobe kept her head on a swivel, scanned above and below and all around from any attackers or surprises. There was no sign of any villains, falling nets, or KO gas vents as she walked forward to the slumped, seemingly sleeping figure, in the chair just in front of her. The room was dark and Kobe did not dare try to activate any lighting device that might attract attention to her arrival. The area inside the warehouse where the Blue Angel travelled was cloaked in a scary shroud of darkness.
As Kobe approached the figure in the chair, she could get a clearer view of just who was sitting before her. The uniform was the classic royal blue leotard of the Blue Angels. The Angel had been tied securely to the chair with thin rope. Since there was no stirring by the seated captive and her head was slumped down, with long strands of long brown hair falling forward to obscure her face, this was no doubt rookie Angel Barb and she was still under the effects of the sleeping gas that subdued her at the apartment building.
"Its her, Barb," Kobe thought to herself. "What has this fiend done to her?"
Kobe crept to the front of the chair where the sliver of light only revealed the upper half of the captive rookie. A long mane of brown hair hung over her face as her limp body was completely relaxed in sweet slumber. The floor below still swam in a sea of darkness as Kobe reached out to lift Barb's head up by the chin, hoping to awaken the KO'ed rookie before untying her.
As Kobe lifted Barb's head upward and her hair parted to reveal her face, the sound of metal manicles clanging around the ankles of Kobe could be heard. Just as she heard the metallic clang and felt the cuffs secure tightly to her ankles, Kobe saw that the face of the bound Angel was not Barb. In fact, the seated bound Angel wasn't even a person. Lifting her chin up, the plastic face of a brown haired mannequin showed itself. Kobe had walked right into a trap, fooled by a bound plastic doll and cuffed at the ankles to prevent her flight.
"Cuffed..by the ankles...," shrieked a shocked Kobe, still cupping the plastic face of the mannequin in her gloved hand. "It's a dummy!."
From the face of the vacant mannequin, with all the facial features painted on, a speaker planted at the slightly opened ruby red lips was activated.
"Kobe, you're a fine one to call someone a dummy after falling into such an obvious trap," boomed Christine's voice from the speaker. "Remember me? The disgraced Blue Angel Christine? I captured your newest recruit, Barb, and now I have you!."
Standing stunned and shackled, Kobe looked intently at the creepy vacant face of the mannequin in her hand. The metal clasps at her ankles were tight enough to prevent any struggle or squirming. A wave of fear and shock washed over her as she realized the dire peril she had walked right into. Captured by an old friend and a former teammate, what happened next should have been no surprise.
"Sweet dreams, Kobe," whispered Christine from the speaker.
From the pursed lips of the doll, the hiss of compressed air blasted out, along with an ample supply of Sandwoman's glitterly sleeping sand. The sand blast struck as expected, right across the surprised face of Blue Angel Kobe, showering her blue eyemask and nose. Kobe managed a surprised gasp and instinctively closed her eyes. Inhaling a good amount of the narcotic, hypnotic powder, Kobe quickly grew limp and surrendered to the sleepy fumes. Held in place by the ankle shackles, Kobe could only fall forward onto the rigid mannequin used to capture her. Drowsy eyes under her eyemask fluttered as Sandwoman's sleepwalker brainwashing sand engulfed Kobe's senses. Now under the effects of the mind control powder and a sleepwalking slave of Black Angel Christine, the lights of the warehouse turned on as Christine and her hypnotized recruit Barb stepped forward. Kobe was completely oblivous to the bright lights and the entrance of Christine and Barb, slumped forward in sweet slumber.
"Ah, recruit number two reporting for duty...," Christine giggled as she walked forward to the captured Kobe. "and a fine recruit indeed, Kobe will serve the Black Angels well."
Christine was standing proudly in her black leotard, the uniform of the Black Angels. Barb was now standing alongisde her new leader, with a vacant hypnotized drowsy stare. That wasn't the only change in Barb, she now wore a black sleeved sports bra, high-cut black briefs, black gloves, eyemask, and boots. The only part of her costume that wasn't in black was the shiny tan hose that lusciously showcased her long glamourous gams. Barb had been outfitted in her new Black Angel uniform and, like Christine, she filled it out quite well.
"Black Angel Barb, release Kobe from her ankle cuffs and get her into her new cosutme," commanded Christine. "I have one just like yours that should fit Kobe quite nicely."
"Yes...Christine," Barb replied with a sleepy monotone voice, "right away."
"Such a well trained soldier," snickered Christine sarsactically. "Remind me to send a thank you note to the teachers at the Blue Angel Academy."
A short time later, the powdered and mind controlled former Blue Angels, Kobe and Barb stood side by side at attention. They were both clad in their revealing and stunning new Black Angel outfits. Christine stood proudly before them, reveling in her role as the leader.
"Two of the best trained and most skilled Blue Angels are now completely under my control, agents in the fold of the Black Angels," Christine whispered to herself. "Revenge has been sweeter than I ever imagined."
THE END
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