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