Wearing a red cocktail dress...which highlighted her shapely ebony figure...silver strappy stilettos on her feet...her long black hair worn loose about her shoulders...PAULA JONES did not look anything like the academic that she was. A well known lecturer in criminology and history at the University of Detroit...Paula had opted for a night on the town...instead of one spent at her penthouse apartment in Lafayette Park...alone with a TV dinner. However as she sat alone at a table...having some white wine...taking in the performance of a live jazz band on stage... Paula had no idea that eyes were on her.
From his private dining suite on the second floor...businessman MARIO VANETTI...who was also an elected City Councilman...conferred with his guest...the Qatari billionaire business magnate...SAMUEL HABIB...known in the international criminal underworld...in the identity of reputed international crime kingpin...THE BLACK SYRIAN. "You sure about this one?...The boys picked up a few more pieces o meat.." asked Vanetti. "No...This one...fits the profile...We will certainly attract more clients...and they will pay top dollar..." replied Habib...who had an obsession with ebony skinned women...ever since he ran afoul of one in Jamaica...which ruined his plans.
One day...Habib vowed...he would make the Busty Jamaican Amazon named YELLOW CAT...pay dearly for ruining his elaborate plans for taking over a billion dollar corporate empire...and adding it to his...to fuel his criminal operations worldwide for many years. Watching Paula Jones...Habib was somehow reminded of the Sexy Superwoman of Jamaica...who he dreamt of punishing in the most erotic and painful ways...and he wanted to mete out that punishment to her...once she was within his fold. Vanetti then looked at a tall white woman...with a silver Mohawk on her head...wearing a silver dress...and silver high heel boots...and nodded. STATIC nodded her head in agreement.
Sitting at her table...amidst the crowded floor of the restaurant...her right leg crossed over her left...rotating her right foot in the air...Paula sighed. "All dressed up and not one guy in this place has shown any interest in me...Maybe I should..." thought the lady professor...as she started losing interest. "Hello...Do you mind if I join you?" a woman's voice asked. Paula looked up and was surprised to see Static standing in front of her.
At first she was put off by the appearance of the strange white woman standing before her...clad in a slinky silver dress...silver boots...sporting a silver Mohawk hairstyle and lightning bolt tattoos on both sides of her neck and on both sides of her wrists. However for reasons she could not explain...Paula felt herself strangely attracted to this woman...even though she was not a lesbian. "Please...Sit down" replied Paula as she gestured to the strange white woman standing in front of her.
"Thanks...My boyfriend was supposed to meet me here...but I don't think he's coming..." said Static feigning sadness as she sat down. "I'm sorry to hear that...I came here to meet some guys...but it looks like I struck out" replied Paula. "How's that possible?...You're a beautiful woman...I can't believe you're here all alone..." said Static. "Well I am...I was about to go home" replied Paula. "No...Please stay...Have a drink with me?" asked Static placing her right hand over Paula's left hand. Paula felt her nipples stiffen slightly under her dress...feeling a slight surge of electricity. "Uh...Okay" agreed Paula...with a smile and gestured for the unusual white woman to join her. As Static sat down...she subtly but meticulously eyed the busty black woman seated in front of her. The villainess could tell that Paula Jones was normally uptight in whatever job she did...but was brimming with sexuality underneath...and would be a good catch.
"My name's Static..." said the white woman offering her right hand. "Paula...Uuuuh...Is that a nickname?" asked the lady professor as she accepted the white woman's hand in her right hand. However as she did so...the ample chested academic...felt electricity flowing through her body...especially pronounced in her breasts...and in her cunt. Though Paula tried to mask her subtle arousal...Static detected it...and knew what she had to do. "You could say that...How about some wine?" asked the villainess with a sparkling smile. "Uuuh...Okay..." agreed Paula...who found herself increasingly drawn to the strange white woman. "Excellent..." replied Static...and signalled to a waiter...who disappeared into the kitchen...and came to their table...with a bottle of chilled wine and two iced glasses to their table.
As they sat at the table...chatting and drinking glass after glass of chilled white wine...Paula felt herself becoming more and more relaxed in the presence of Static...who she surprisingly found to be quite knowledgeable about many things...but especially about men...and how to satisfy them. "You're really beautiful Paula...You must know that..." said Static...as she caressed the lady professor's left hand with the fingers of her right hand...emitting just enough electricity to stimulate Paula's pleasure zones...but not enough to make her suspicious.
"No...I'm not seeing anyone...Well...that's if you exclude my teaching assistant...." replied Paula with a smile.
"Oooooh....Then you're a naughty teacher...Does he bring you an apple?" teased Static. "No...Please...He's a student at the university...Our...Uh...relationship...is...Uhh...strictly professional..." replied Paula. "Oh it's just us girls...You can tell me..." teased Static...pouring them both fresh glasses of wine. "Uhh...No...Really...There isn't" said Paula...who was by this time giddy and aroused from a combination of the wine and the mini electric shocks which Static was subtly administering to her.
"I'm sure there is something...I can tell you like this guy...teased Static...who unbeknownst to Paula...slipped a tiny pellet into her wine glass which dissolved instantly on contact with the swirling mass of alcohol. "Sounds like you like this guy..." insisted Static. "Oh no...He's one of my students..." replied Paula as she took a sip of the drugged wine. "Really honey?...I'm an expert at these things...They start innocently...but all it takes is a spark" teased Static as she kept her green eyes focused on the busty black professor...who took further sips of her wine. "Well...He is cute...and smart....He's very loyal to me...Maybe you're right... Maybe....I...I..." sighed Paula.
Static smiled as she saw the outline of what was a pair of big nipples...appear against the fabric of Paula's dress...and the brown eyes of the busty black professor...started to flutter. "Everything all right sweetie?" asked the villainess in a sugary voice. "Ohhhhhh...I...I'm not...sure...All of a sudden...I...feel...light headed...dizzy...and
...tired..." moaned Paula. "Must be the wine...Come one...Let's get you some fresh air...." replied Static as she helped the lady professor to her feet...and escorted her through the crowded restaurant...towards a side entrance...which was only used by employees.
"Oooooooh...What's happening...Where are you taking me...??" sighed Paula...her eyelids feeling incredibly heavy as her temples throbbed...and she felt hardness in her nipples...and a growing wetness in her cunt... the images of people and the sounds all around her becoming distorted...as Static lead her out of the restaurant and towards a back alley...where a van belonging to the restaurant was parked...it's rear doors opened. "Just sit here honey...I've got something to make you feel better" grinned Static as she seated Paula on the edge of the van's rear. "Uuuuuuuh...I feel...so strange...something in the wine...You...drugged me...I have to...get...away...I...." groaned Paula as she tried to stand up.
"You're not going anywhere honey..." sneered Static as she suddenly pressed a thick white cotton pad over the nose and mouth of the busty black professor. "MMMMMM....MMMMMMM....MMMMMMM" screamed Paula into the pad...her arms and legs flailing wildly in the air..as Static pushed her flat on her back...inside of the van
"Ooooh...You're a feisty one...You need to relax..." gloated the villainess...as she kept the pad clamped over Paula's face with her right hand...while rubbing the middle and index fingers of her left hand...over the thin white silk panty which barely covered the lady professor's throbbing cunt...applying light electric shocks to this most erogenous area.
"UUUUUUUUUUH...WHAT'S HAPPENING??....UUUUUUUUUUUUH...BEING TURNED ON...UUUUUUUUUUUUUH...BEING CHLOROFORMED...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...IT FEELS...SO GOOD...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...MAKING ME THINK...ABOUT...MY TEACHING ASSISTANT...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...HAVE FEELINGS FOR HIM...GOT TO ADMIT IT...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...I WANT HIS HANDS...ON MY BREASTS...HIS FINGERS..INSIDE...MY CUNT...UUUUUUUUUUUUUH...SO HOT...SO HORNY..SO...HELPLESS...GOING TO...GOT TO...CAN'T HOLD ON...UUH...UUUH...UUUUH...UUUUUH..UUUUUUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH"
thought Paula as a powerful orgasm exploded between her open thighs...a wet spot forming in the middle of her skimpy white silk panty.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm...Mmmmmmmmmmmmm" cooed Paula into the thick cotton pad which Static was keeping clamped over her nose and mouth...as the movements of her shapely ebony body slowed...and her brown eyes fluttered...rolled up in her head...and slowly closed...as her head rolled against her left shoulder and she faded into unconsciousness. As Static admired the unconscious busty black professor lying helpless in the back of the van. Two male employees of the restaurant...who were actually thugs of the Terranova crime family...exited the side entrance which Static had brought Paula to. "Take her to...THE HAREM" instructed the villainess.
Grand Circus Park District
Detroit
10 pm
Lying flat on her back in the rear of the moving van...her big black nipples in a state of hardness...her cunt throbbing slightly from residual pulses of electricity from Static's arousal of her genitals... Professor Paula Jones lay sprawled out on her back...trapped in a stupor of sex and sleep...as the van entered the underground parking lot of its intended destination...a 12 storey apartment building in the middle of this district...which was renowned as the home of many historical sites in the city. Owned by a real estate company that belonged to businessman and city councilman Mario Vanetti...this building was covertly known as THE HAREM...and had a very specific use.
As the van entered the underground garage...the steel gates of the garage were quickly lowered behind it...and its progress to the garage's secured elevator was monitored all the way on closed circuit television cameras...and armed private security guards. At the elevator...two guard...armed with AR-15 assault rifles...and handguns...stood on either side of its doors...which opened to allow two men in white uniforms
...to exit...rolling a trolley. The thugs who were in the cab of the delivery van...got out...and opened the rear of the van...and the four of them...watched the shapely ebony body of Paula Jones lying prostrate before them...softly moaning..."Uuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuh"
"She's a fine piece of meat..." said one of the orderlies as he grabbed Paula under her arms...while his colleague grabbed her by her ankles...and laid her flat on her back atop the trolley. "She's trying to come to...Let's get her to a taming room..." replied the second orderly as they wheeled the busty black professor into the nearby elevator. The doors of the elevator closed...and Paula was vaguely aware that she was going up. Her brown eyes fluttering as she tried to figure out what was happening to her. "Uuuuuuuh...Where...Where am I?...How did I...get here??...Uuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuh" moaned Paula.
As the elevator reached its destination...the doors opened...and the two orderlies wheeled the semi conscious Paula Jones down a dimly lit corridor. "Uuuuuuuuuuuh...Who are you?...Where are you taking me?...Uuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh" moaned Paula...rolling her head from side to side...trying to shake off the effects of the chloroform and the electrocution she received earlier in the evening from Static. The orderlies made no response as they wheeled her inside of a white walled and floored room...one of several Taming Rooms on this level...used for the occupants of The Harem...when they chose to be defiant.
"The black bitch is coming too..." said one orderly as he undid the straps of Paula's silver stilettos...and slipped them off her sexy ebony bare feet...and spread her long shapely legs wide open as she lay flat on her back...atop the trolley. "Where...Where am I??...Who are you??...What are you doing??" babbled Paula Jones....rolling her head from side to side...trying to shake off the effects of the fatigue which overwhelmed her...absorb as much information as she could...and clear her head enough...to make a bid to escape. However the orderlies were already many steps ahead of the busty black professor.
"Where and who mean nothing here said one orderly...as he pulled Paula's cocktail dress down to her flat abdomen...causing her large shapely ebony breasts to be exposed in all their naked glory. "No...My breasts...I'm being stripped...No...stop...this..is wrong...Uuuuuh...need to clear my head...got to escape" babbled Paula. However she did not notice the second orderly meticulously preparing a hypo needle while his colleague kept her distracted...as he slipped her dress down her abdomen...her long shapely legs...her well rounded ankles and her smooth ebony bare feet...tossing it into a nearby bin.
"You're not going anywhere black bitch!" sneered the orderly with the hypo needle. "No!...Oh no!...What are you going...to do with that??" gasped Paula in shock..as she saw the long gleaming needle. "This" the second orderly replied as he stabbed the busty black professor in her big black left nipple. "AIEEEEEEE" screamed Paula...thrusting her large ebony rack upwards...literally right into the path of the gleaming needle again. "Oh no....AIEEEEEEEEEE" screamed the busty black professor as the second orderly stabbed her in her big black right nipple with the needle.
The two orderlies grinned as they watched the naked shapely ebony body of Professor Paula Jones... collapse atop the trolley... her arms hanging off either side like limp noodles...her shapely ebony legs spread wide open...the toes of her smooth ebony feet...twitching. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh
...my nipples...getting hard...my cunt...getting wet...becoming aroused...have to think...about...sex..
...have no free will...brain...getting foggy...Uuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuh" blurted Paula....as she felt a flood of erotic urges which she normally kept suppressed...now hitting her all at once...compelling her to see images of men...touching her breasts...playing with her nipples...probing her cunt with their fingers...as they had sex with her.
"No...Uuuuuuuuh...have to fight this...got to stay conscious...learn...what's happening here...Uuuuuuh
...thoughts of men...Uuuuuuuuuuuh...touching my breasts...teasing my nipples...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh
their dicks...their fingers...inside...of my cunt...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...pleasure...Uuuuuun...believable...
want to give in...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...No...this...is...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh...wrong...." moaned Paula. "Fight it all you want bitch...in the end...You know you want this...." sneered the orderly with the hypo needle as her prepared to administer another dose.
"No...Uuuuuuuh...Oh no...Not again...Uuuuuuuh...No...Uuuuuuuh...Don't...." pleaded Paula...staring sleepily at the two orderlies...unable to escape or fight back...trying hard to remember everything she was seeing and hearing around her. "Another shot will calm you down black bitch!" sneered the orderly with the gleaming sharp hypo needle in his right hand. "AAAAAAAARGH...AAAAAAAAAARGH"
cried Paula...as each of her hard and erect big black nipples were stabbed with the needle...for a second time.
"Give in bitch...Think about some guy...who you really want to screw you..." sneered the orderly with the hypo needle as he stood over the prostrate Paula Jones...as his words found fertile ground within her increasingly foggy brain. "No....Uuuuuuh...How do you...Uuuuuuh...know about...Uuuuuuh...him...
dream about...his hands...on my breasts...his fingers...playing with..my nipples...inside...my...cunt...
can't resist...I am going to...going to...Uuh...Uuuh...Uuuuh...Uuuuuh...Cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuumm..."
moaned Paula as an almighty orgasm exploded between her large ebony thighs.
The two orderlies smiled as they watched Paula Jones lying helpless on the trolley before them...her brown eyes barely open...her big black nipples hard and rocks...her naked large ebony breasts...rising and falling slowly...her breaths becoming deeper with each passing second...a river of milky white cum flowing through the parted lips of her excited clitoris...as she succumbed to the effects of the powerful aphrodisiac that had been injected into her nipples. "She's nailed...Time to take this slave to her cell" said the first orderly. The second orderly nodded.
"Uuuuuuuuuh....Uuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuh" moaned Paula in response...her head filled with thoughts of sex and sleep.
The busty black professor was then wheeled out of the taming room...with one of the orderlies pushing the trolley she was lying on top of...while the second orderly walked alongside...wielding the hypo needle that was filled with the powerful aphrodisiac...just in case she was to offer any resistance again. However Paula Jones was unable to fend off the effects of the drug...which kept her big black nipples in a state of hardness...and her cunt pulsating with wetness. "Uuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuh" moaned Paula...rolling her head from side to side...stretching her long shapely ebony legs back and forth below her shapely waist...in an increasingly futile effort to stave off the effects of the aphrodisiac.
Through her increasingly blurry vision...Paula saw images of naked women... looking at her in a series of jail cells which lined either side of a dimly lit corridor. Their voices filled her head...as they watched her being taken to one of the empty cells in the cell block. "Who is she?....Another one?...Look at the size of her boobs...They're so huge...You're finished now honey...No escape...Fresh meat...You're in Hell now...Welcome to The Harem...Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha." One orderly opened the door to an empty cell...and wheeled the trolley bearing the barely conscious Paula Jones inside.
"Uuuuuuuuh...No...Uuuuuuuuh...Let me go...Uuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuh" groaned the busty black professor...struggling weakly in the grips of the two orderlies...one of them holding her wrists...while the other held her ankles as they dumped her on a hard cot in the middle of the cell. Locking her inside of the cell...they went back down the corridor...as anaesthetic gas was pumped through the vents of each cell...filling the air with female moans. "Uuuuuuuuh...So sleepy...Mind...going blank...everything...fading...to...black...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" sighed Paula...her brown eyes closing as she joined the other female captives in dreamland. Lights out at The Harem.
24 hours later
Hall of Justice
Downtown Detroit.
9 am
DETECTIVE MICHELLE WALKER...smiled as she heard the judge's gavel bang against the bench...and sentence was passed on 18 year old teenage girl...TIFFANY WASHINGTON... for a serious of crimes...ranging from kidnapping to assault...to attempted murder. As the teenage girl...clad in an orange prison uniform and white sneakers...her face partially covered with clown make up...tears streaming down her face...shackles on her wrists and ankles...
the bailiffs led past her...the beauteous 24-year old policewoman quipped, "The joke's on you now...Isn't it...
Little girl?!...At least you have it better than your friends..." quipped Michelle to Tiffany who just cried openly as she was escorted out of the courtroom and towards a holding cell...from which she would be transferred to a juvenile detention centre upstate...to begin serving a five year sentence there.
As Michelle turned and began to walk out of the courthouse...she heard a voice calling out to her. "Detective!!" yelled Tiffany's father...Councilman THEODORE WASHINGTON. Rolling up her blue eyes...Michelle turned around to face him as he stormed up to her...with steam coming out of his ears. "That comment was uncalled for!...I'd expect you to be more understanding with my daughter...She's a victim in all of this" said Washington.
His words struck a nerve in Michelle's mind and she responded. "That's where you're wrong Councilman!...The evidence showed beyond a shadow of a doubt that your daughter is anything but a victim!" quipped Michelle.
Before Washington could reply...the policewoman cut him off. "Your daughter willingly decided to partner with the TRICKSTER...a known criminal...who remains at large because of your daughter's actions...She got three teenage girls exposed to the Laugh or Lust chemical...and they're now undergoing extensive rehabilitation...which is nothing compared to DOCTOR ADAM KWONG...the creator of LoL...who went off the deep end...and has criminal charges to face...once he gets out of the coma he's in...This is not the City Council...where you can fool people with smooth talk and your billions...This is the real world...Your daughter's going to do the hard time she deserves...and there's nothing you can do about that!" snapped Michelle as she turned and walked away from Theodore Washington...leaving him fuming. "We'll see Detective...We'll see" he silently vowed.
However Michelle was too far away from the disgruntled councilman physically and mentally to care about him. Straightening her black leather jacket...which covered her white cotton shirt...both of which highlighted her athletic upper body...the beauteous policewoman exited the courthouse... and walked down the stone steps...to where her partner...DETECTIVE ARTHUR RAFFERTY...was waiting next to his Chevy. "Everything go all right in there?" asked Arthur. "Fine...Let's go" replied Michelle bluntly as she walked around to the passenger side of the car and got in. "Sure thing partner" muttered Arthur under his breath. As he got into the car...Arthur wondered why Michelle was in such a bad mood. Neither of them liked court appearances...even though it was sometimes a necessary part of their jobs...but something about Michelle's mood today was different.
"Hey how about we go and grab some lunch before we head back to the precinct?" offered Arthur. "Sorry...I'm not feeling too well...Can you drop me off at my apartment?" asked Michelle as her pressed the palm of her right hand against her forehead. Arthur was concerned. He remembered too that Michelle had been having a number of these 'headaches' since the latest crime scandal in the city broke...Doctor Adam Kwong...former scientist...and Tiffany Washington...daughter of influential City Councilman Theodore Washington...were implicated in the diabolical schemes of the clown-faced villainess called THE TRICKSTER...to unleash one of Kwong's LoL chemical on the city. Kwong was in a coma...and Tiffany who assumed the criminal identity of CLOWN GIRL...was now on her way to a juvenile detention centre...thanks to evidence which Michelle had presented which implicated them. "Sure...I'll cover for you with the Captain..." replied Arthur. "Thanks..." replied Michelle...her voice tired and emotionless as they drove away from the courthouse.
Midtown
Detroit
10 pm
"No...Uuuuuuuuh....No....Uuuuuuuuuuh....No...Uuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuh" moaned Michelle as she tossed and turned in her bed...her head rolling violently from side to side...her slender muscular arms flung past her head...her long muscular legs moving back and forth underneath the covers of her bed sheet.
In her mind...she saw a familiar face...taunting her...as he abused her repeatedly in her breasts...and her cunt...and she was powerless to do anything about it. She saw his face grinning...as he lowered a thick white cloth to smother her face. It was at this point that the beauteous policewoman...snapped out of her nightmare.
"TREY!!" cried Michelle with a start as she sat up in bed...the sheets sliding off to reveal she was topless...and her shapely creamy body...was bathed in sweat...making her pink nipples and areolas shine in the darkness of the bedroom in her apartment. "Oh God...The nightmare...It came back again...Ohhhhh...I can't shake it..." gasped Michelle as she climbed out of bed...wearing only a flimsy white silk panty...and her special silver ring on her right index finger went into her bathroom...placed her hands...on the sink...
and bowed her head...breathing heavily.
"Mistress....Are you all right?" asked STINGER...through the silver SCORPION RING on her right index finger."No...I keep trying...but I can't stop...thinking about him...about Trey...I miss him...so much..." gasped Michelle. "Then perhaps Mistress...You should see Master Trey...I know he would..." began the AI. "No!!...I can't!!" snapped Michelle...as she stepped away from the sink. "Not yet...Need time to think...to clear my head..." gasped the policewoman...as she walked back into her bedroom. Standing with her bare feet flat on the floor...Michelle Walker focused her thoughts on her silver Scorpion Ring...and began her amazing transformation.
A black aura surrounded her body...and she felt herself becoming stronger...sexier...with each passing second. When the aura faded...Michelle's curvaceous and muscular creamy body was barely clad in a thin tight black sticky leotard...with a silver scorpion insignia...nestled between her huge firm creamy SCORPION BREASTS...which threatened to spill out of her flimsy attire. She wore black sticky gloves that reached almost up to her elbows...her silver SCORPION RING...proudly displayed on her right index finger. Black sticky boots covered her long muscular creamy legs most of her calves...almost reaching her knees.
Michelle's identity was concealed behind a black sticky mask which covered most of her face...save the lower part of her nose and her full red lips. Her shoulder length black hair...was now thick and glossy.. piled atop her head...except for a long tight braid...resembling a scorpion's tail...which reached down to the middle of her back. Her blue eyes blazed with determination...but also a deep seated fury...as Michelle Walker completed her change into SCORPION WOMAN...the scourge of all evildoers...and champion of justice in Detroit.
Descending the staircase that led from her apartment to her basement garage...the Venomous Vixen sauntered slowly and seductively towards...her silver SCORPION CYCLE... which bore her scorpion insignia on its sides...that was located in the middle of the garage...primed and ready to go. "All is in readiness Mistress..." said Stinger through the control console in the middle of the bike's handles....as Michelle straddled the mystic-powered motorcycle. "Good...I'm in the mood for some exercise Stinger...I almost pity any bad guys that get in my way...Let's go" said Scorpion Woman as she revved her bike. Despite his silent reservations...the AI complied. "As you command Mistress" replied Stinger as she rode the Scorpion Cycle out of the garage undetected and sped off into the night.
Detroit Waterfront
10.15 pm.
TREY JOHNSON...was awakened from sleep...by a beeping noise from the computer in the command centre of the SCORPION NEST...an old warehouse on the waterfront...which he had converted...with the help of Stinger into a base of operations and lair for his estranged super heroine girlfriend...Scorpion Woman. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes...the 18 year old black teenager...watched the radar screen and saw a familiar blip on the move through the city. "Amazon..." gasped Trey with a mix of fatigue and sadness in his voice....remembering how he and the Venomous Vixen had parted ways...and how much it still hurt him. "Be careful baby" said Trey as he lightly touched the radar screen with the fingers of his right hand.
Cass Corridor
Detroit
10.30 pm
Her curvaceous and muscular creamy body straddled her silver Scorpion Cycle...the Venomous Vixen...felt the cool night air brushing against her...as she drove through the streets of the district...searching for criminals. However as she prowled the streets of Detroit looking for wrongdoers...her blue eyes glistened in the slits of her black sticky mask....and her huge firm creamy Scorpion Breasts heaved within the confines of her thin tight black sticky leotard...as images of her teenage boyfriend...Trey Johnson flashed through her mind. Memories of the tender moments they shared together...and then the nightmarish images of him chloroforming her in her Scorpion Nipples...and in her Scorpion Cunt...making her cum repeatedly...before chloroforming her into unconsciousness...and taking her captive...to Trickster and Clown Girl. Michelle felt her blue eyes begin to water in the slits of her black sticky mask.
"No!" muttered the Venomous Vixen...suppressing the sorrow she felt...with her rage. As they rode through the streets of this part the city...Stinger could detect the hormonal changes inside of his Mistress...and knew the emotional turmoil she was in...but he said nothing. The AI knew that he was compelled to obey Scorpion Woman's commands and the war that had been raging inside of her since the last encounter with the Trickster...was a war which only his Mistress could fight...and win. Just at that moment...Michelle felt her large pink Scorpion Nipples stiffen under her thin tight black sticky leotard.
"I'm sensing evil Stinger...Looks like we have our first customers of the night...Give me their location" ordered Scorpion Woman. "As you command Mistress." replied Stinger...as Michelle steered the Scorpion Cycle in the direction of the evil which she had sensed...preparing herself for action. As she turned down a street...in this predominantly residential district...the Venomous Vixen spotted her quarry...a pair of teenage thieves...trying to break into a car. The duo were soon startled...as they were caught in the headlights of the silver Scorpion Cycle...while its curvaceous rider dismounted and walked towards them.
"Evening boys....Can't find your keys?" quipped Michelle as she strolled towards them...her huge firm creamy Scorpion Breasts bobbing sexily under her thin tight black sticky leotard as she approached the two teenage thieves who were mesmerised by the curves of her muscular creamy body which were highlighted by her thin tight black sticky attire....and they knew who she was by the silver scorpion insignia which gleamed between her huge firm creamy mounds. "Shit!...The Scorpion Bimbo!" gasped one thief...as he pulled out a knife. "You made a big mistake bitch!" growled the second thief...who was wielding a crowbar.
Unwittingly...he took a swing at the Venomous Vixen... who easily side stepped his wild swing. "Ooooh...Tough
guy huh?...That's strike one..." quipped Michelle as she stood waiting for his next attack. The thief swung his crowbar again...and once again...Scorpion Woman effortlessly evaded his swing. "C'mon man!...Nail her ass!"
yelled the knife-wielding car thief. "Easier said than done junior...Strike two..." taunted the Venomous Vixen.
With a snarl...the thief with the crowbar...lunged again...but this time... Scorpion Woman thrust her long left creamy muscular leg forward...driving the ball of her left foot hard into his gut.
"Strike three...You're out!" quipped Michelle as she followed up...by ramming her right knee into the thief's groin...leaving him gasping for breath on the ground. Picking up the crowbar...she displayed it in her hands to the second thief...and effortlessly twisted into a pretzel shape...in her black sticky gloved hands. The car thief with the knife was flabbergasted...and dropped his weapon. "Okay...Okay...I give up" he pleaded...raising his hands in the air. "Not good enough" quipped Scorpion Woman as she aimed her silver Scorpion Ring...on her right index finger at the second thief. "Aaaaargh!!!" cried the teenager in absolute agony...as the Venomous Vixen blasted him painfully in the groin...leaving him howling in pain.
A sadistic smile spread over the heroine's face...and an wicked gleam flashed in her blue eyes in the slits of her black sticky mask...as she watched the two amateur thieves lying on the street before her...disabled by her swift and severe attacks. Monitoring via the control console on the Scorpion Cycle...Stinger was silently concerned about the anger he detected that was surging through his Mistress' mind at that very moment. "Next time you punks decide to go for a night on the town...Take a cab..." quipped Scorpion Woman as she turned and began to walk away from the fallen car thieves...leaving them writhing on the street in agony.
"Mistress...Were you methods not unduly harsh?" asked Stinger as the Venomous Vixen as she approached the bike. "No!...They're criminals...and they're men!...They got what was coming to them!...Just like...like..." replied Michelle as she suddenly began to stutter...as thoughts of Trey filtered into her mind again. "No...Must not think about him...Can't think about..." gasped Scorpion Woman as she pressed the palm of her right hand against her forehead. Michelle's blue eyes began to flutter in the slits of her black sticky mask..as a sudden wave of dizziness overwhelmed her...and she began to stagger.
"Mistress!" said Stinger with concern for the Venomous Vixen. However just as quickly as the nausea after her...it was gone...as soon as a familiar sensation took over. "Not now Stinger...I just felt my Scorpion Nipples tingling again...They're detecting more evil nearby...Locate it and let's go bag some more criminals" replied Scorpion Woman as she climbed on to the silver Scorpion Cycle. Despite his concerns for his Mistress...the AI was duty bound to obey her commands. "As you command Mistress" replied Stinger...as the Venomous Vixen revved her mystic motorcycle and set off in pursuit of her new criminal quarry.
Speeding through the dimly lit streets of this part of the city...it was not long before Scorpion Woman caught up with her new quarry...a large trailer truck...it's lights dimmed...moving through the district. "Stinger...Scan the truck...Let's see what these guys are hauling...and why they're in such a hurry" said the Venomous Vixen as she slowly closed the gap between her mystic motorcycle and the larger truck. "As you command Mistress" replied the AI. A low hum emitted from the control console of the Scorpion Cycle as Stinger did as his task. "The container is shielded to resist infra red and ultraviolet light...I cannot determine the cargo inside" replied Stinger.
"That can only mean contraband of some kind...Drugs...Guns...or..." contemplated the Venomous Vixen...until she felt her large pink Scorpion Nipples suddenly shoot to attention underneath her thin tight black sticky leotard. "Stinger!...Evasive action!" cried Michelle as a hatch opened in the front of the container...close to the driver's cab...and a ski-masked thug...armed with a 50 calibre machine gun rose...and its muzzle was pointed in their direction. "As you command Mistress!" replied Stinger..as the AI directed power to the Scorpion Cycle to execute this manoeuvre...as a stream of armour piercing tracers...tore up the street as the thug attempted to shoot her.
"You missed punk!!...Now it's my turn!!" cried the Venomous Vixen...as she brought her motorcycle's weapon systems online. Targeting the large machine gun...as the ski-masked thug reloaded it...Michelle activated the Scorpion Cycle's M-134 mini-guns...which emerged at the front of her motorcycle...and angled them...in her enemy's direction. "Fire!" said Scorpion Woman...her full glossy red lips spreading into a smile...as she pressed the triggers on her cycle's handles. Dual streams of armour piercing tracers...streaked upwards from the Scorpion Cycle...hitting the large machine gun...and causing it to explode.
"AAAAAH" yelled the thug wielding it..as the explosion knocked him out...and his upper body dangled precariously in the space between the driver's cab and the container. "What the hell was that?!" yelled the ski-masked thug who was driving the truck...to his two companions in the driver's cab...who were similarly masked.One of them checked a hi-tech scanner that was before him...inside the driver's cab of the ordinary looking rig. "Shit!..It's the Scorpion Bitch!...She's on to us!...An...she just took out Jerry with some kind a cannon!" yelled the second thug in response. "Step on it man!...We can't let her find out what we got in the back!" yelled the third thug...as he and the second thug readied their guns.
However this was exactly what the Venomous Vixen wanted to find out...as she reduced her speed slightly...allowing the truck to get a short distance away from her Scorpion Cycle. "Engage missiles...Lock on target" instructed Michelle. "As you command Mistress" replied Stinger...as a pair of missile launcher emerged on either side of the front wheel of the Scorpion Cycle. "Fire!" ordered Scorpion Woman and one missile left each of the launchers...streaked through the air...and struck the rear wheels of the large container truck which shuddered violently as the rubber was shredded and steel made contact with the street...causing sparks to fly.
"The bitch nailed us!!...Can't keep going!!...Gotta stop the truck!!" yelled the driver as he mashed the brakes...bringing the large vehicle to a grinding halt. The driver drew his handgun...while the second thug...took out an Uzi submachine gun...and the third...had an MP-5 assault rifle in hand. "Come on!...Let's kill that bitch!.." snarled the driver...as the trio of thugs alighted from the stricken truck...in time to see the Venomous Vixen alight from her bike and start walking towards them. "Hey guys!...Where's the fire?" asked Scorpion Woman with a broad smile on her face....as she walked towards her. "Kill that bitch!!" snarled the thug who was driving the truck as he took aim with his pistol. However the Venomous Vixen was faster...dropping into a shooter's crouch...raising her right hand...and firing an energy bolt from her silver Scorpion Ring...which hit him square in the chest and knocked him flat on his back.
"Holy...." gasped the thug with the MP-5 assault rifle. "Damn it!!...Nail that bitch before..."said the thug with the Uzi. However before he could open fire...Scorpion Woman dealt him a swift left hand karate chop to the throat. As he fell to the ground...Michelle leapt over his falling form...and drove the ball of her right foot solidly into the jaw of the thug with the MP-5...causing him to see stars before he joined his four companions in dreamland. "So which one of you boys is going to volunteer to tell me what you're transporting in the back of that truck...at this hour of the night?" asked the Venomous Vixen...as she looked at the three thugs lying unconscious on the ground around her...and then the thug hanging unconscious between the container and the driver's cab of the truck.
"Hmmmmm...Not very talkative are your boys...Guess sometimes I don't even know my own Scorpion Strength...I should have left one of you conscious...but I'm dealing with some issues right now..." quipped Michelle as she walked towards the back of the truck...her huge firm creamy Scorpion Breasts bobbing sexily underneath her thin tight black sticky leotard...as she walked...her silver scorpion insignia gleaming between her magnificent mounds. "Now then...Let's see what you're hiding..." quipped the Venomous Vixen as she stood in front of the rear doors of the container truck. Raising her right hand...Michelle aimed the silver Scorpion Ring at the doors.
The ring glowed and the Venomous Vixen fired an energy bolt at the doors of the container truck. The energy bolt disintegrated the heavy steel locks on both doors...and blew open the doors of the container. As the doors swung open...Michelle flexed her large muscular creamy thighs...leaping effortlessly from the street into the rear of the container truck. Making her way inside of the container...through the thick smoke caused by the energy bolt which blasted open the doors...Scorpion Woman saw a series of cubes on the floor of the container on either side of her.
"Must be drugs or weapons these crooks are trafficking" thought the Venomous Vixen as she got closer to the cubes. However as she neared the strange objects...Scorpion Woman's blue eyes widened in the slits of her black sticky mask...and a gasp of surprise escaped from between her parted glossy red lips...as she discovered what was the cargo in the back of the container truck.
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