Peril in the Big Apple

New Jersey
6 am

MICHELLE WALKER felt the wind blowing through her loose shoulder length black hair and against her body as she rode her Harley Chopper along Interstate 78, heading east towards NEW YORK CITY. It had been hours since the beauteous police detective from DETROIT had left WASHINGTON DC for New York. But Michelle was not coming to New York on official police business.

Her reasons were much more personal. Hiding somewhere in the teeming metropolis was PAUL PEYTON, a man Michelle knew from her days growing up in a small town in New England. A man who murdered her estranged father WILLIAM WALKER...founder of WALKER WORLDWIDE TRANSPORT...a global transport conglomerate.

Michelle remembered how she left New England when she was a teenager, turned her back on her family's wealth after blaming her father for her mother's death. After working odd jobs and studying in Detroit, she entered the police academy and worked her way up to the rank of detective. Michelle glanced at the silver ring on her right middle finger which changed her life forever.

The seemingly ordinary ring was really advanced alien technology which granted her super powers when she used it to transform into SCORPION WOMAN. She lived a dual life. Cop by day. Masked superheroine by night. Michelle remembered returning to New England after learning her father was involved with shadowy global crime conglomerate CYCLOPS INTERNATIONAL.

The sight of Peyton shooting her father before her eyes was still fresh in her memory. As was her reconciliation with her father as he died in her arms. Part of Michelle wanted to kill Peyton. But another part of her mind knew she had to bring him in alive, in order to expose the main players behind Cyclops International and bring them all to justice.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the voice of the alien AI, STINGER through her ring." Mistress. We are approaching the Holland Tunnel. We will be entering New York City under the sea" he said. "Thanks Stinger. We'll need to find a place to stay. Something off the grid. We don't want to alert Peyton or Cyclops that we're coming" replied Michelle.

"MASTER TREY said Paul Peyton is being given refuge by allies of Cyclops" said Stinger, referring to Michelle's ex-boyfriend. They met when he was a high school student in Detroit but broke up and he left to join the FBI. Her recent adventure in Washington DC brought her face to face with Trey again and she learnt he was under Cyclops' control.

They reconciled and went their separate ways after she freed him. While she knew Trey would always have part of her heart, Michelle could no longer deny her feelings for her new partner Detective JIM KOWALSKI. He was younger than her but brave, kind and considerate. Warm sensations flowed through her body whenever she thought about him. Michelle felt a little sad that her rage had blinded her to a man who could love her again.

She knew she could only contemplate a future with Jim once she took care of the unfinished business that was in New York.
"I shall find the places you seek Mistress" said Stinger. "Good. Then we start our search for Paul Peyton" replied Michelle as she joined the traffic entering the Holland Tunnel.

JFK International Airport
New York
7 am

JOHNNY CHAN and BRITNEY SANDERSON made their way through the arrivals terminal as they got off the plane. Ace photographer for the STABROEK NEWS newspaper in GUYANA, Johnny was not here on the trail of a story but to rescue his wife KIM PARMASAR who was secretly Guyana's champion of justice OCELOT WOMAN.

Britney, an American teenager living in Guyana was on the same mission with Johnny who knew she was Guyana's teen crime fighting sensation OCELOT GIRL. Britney felt a degree of guilt, being unable to rescue Kim, after being knocked out while her captors took her away. With the help of Stabroek News editor-in-chief BRUCE KANDIVAS, Johnny and Britney were able to discover that Kim had been taken to New York.

Using his contacts, Bruce enabled Johnny and Britney to go to New York on this mission, under the guise of it being a training exercise."Kim could be anywhere in New York. How do we find her? asked Britney as they got their bags. "A friend of Kim and me...KARL MISAWA...an ex-NYPD detective who's special liasion to the Guyana Police Force is on sabbatical here. We'll find him and convince him to help us" replied Johnny as they made their way out of the airport.

Manhattan
New York
8 am

ELSA GRABLES entered the conference room in her palatial penthouse, more like a mansion built on top of an office building that
was one of many properties she owned in the city. The 30 year old blonde woman of German descent was a self made billionairess, owning several companies in the city. But behind the facade of success, Elsa had evil secrets.

These were well known to energy billionairess NATASHA AMIRA who was waiting for her. Natasha herself had secrets. She was really
SCHEHERAZADE, the Immortal Villainess and leadee of the ancient all female criminal cult, the SCIMITAR ORDER with roots all the way back to Ancient Arabia.

The two women shook hands. "Are you satisfied with the item that I brought for you?" asked Natasha rhetorically. "Yes. This woman is responsible for the murder of my father. I shall take great pleasure in making her suffer until I have no further use for her" replied Elsa.

Elsa's father was BILL WILKINS, billionaire businessman from Guyana and Neo Nazi cartel leader, using his legitimate businesses to further his criminal agenda. Elsa kept her mother's name and was hidden in New York after Wilkins was for--d to return to Guyana unexpectedly. He planned to bring her to Guyana when it was safe.

But when he died, members of his Neo Nazi cartel kept Elsa safe, using Bill's ill-gotten gains to care and educate her until she was ready to assume her rightful place. Elsa was pleased to have the person responsible for her father's death as her prisoner. Her gratitude was reflected in the contents of a large envelope which she handed to Natasha.

"You will find the funds I promised have already been wired to your offshore bank accounts. The other items which you asked for are being prepared for shipment as speak" replied Elsa. "Good. I shall return when she has been tamed. She will serve me as a slave.
She is not to be killed" said Natasha.

Though Elsa wanted to kill her prisoner, she was all too aware of who her business associate was.
"Agreed" replied Elsa as they shook hands. She would rather have Scheherazade as an an ally and than as an enemy.

In another part of the mansion, with the exception of the thin ocelot pelt mask across the upper part of her face...KIM PARMASAR laynaked on the white tiled floor of a sauna. The investigative journalist who was secretly Ocelot Woman lay sprawled out on her back, her slender muscular brown arms extended on either side of her upper torso, her long muscular brown legs spread wide open below her wide shapely waist, her erotic bare brown feet resting on their smooth heels, wide spaces between her sexy toes which had short, glossy clear toenails.

Her body gleamed with condensed water from the steam in the sauna which contained a powerful aphrodisiac that kept her famous big puffy black nipples hard, erect, bullet shaped and freely lactating, her brown cunt in a hard camel toe shape with small discharges of white cum being ejected from the semi-parted lips of her shiny brown clitoris.

Kim had no idea where she was or what happened to her since she was knocked unconscious in Guyana. As she faded in and out
of consciousness, the Sexy Amazon of Guyana had only one thought on her mind. "J...J...J...Johnny...H...H...H...Help...M...M...Me".

Chinatown
New York
Noon

Karl Misawa awoke from sleep, to the sounds of traffic outside of the window of the apartment where he was staying. The former NYPD detective looked at the empty space on the bed next to him. Getting out from under the covers, revealing that he was naked, Karl put on a pair of boxers and made his way out of the bedroom.

His nose picked up the scent of warm coffee coming from the kitchen. He followed it and saw a sight which made him happy and aroused. The sight of his girlfriend CHRISTIE LEE clad in a pair of flimsy white silk panties, her ample bronze breasts swaying sexily as she turned to see him. Karl admired Christie's awesome body,, remembering that not only was she his girlfriend and the kid sister of his former partner SANDRA LEE but also a private investigator but also the costumed female vigilante known throughout the city as DRAGON WOMAN.

Karl had no idea that Sandra was the first Dragon Woman, even after she took a bullet for him from Bill Wilkins. He left New York and tracked Wilkins back to his home in Guyana, seeking revenge and justice for Sandra's death. He ended up staying there for a decade, joining Ocelot Woman to fight against their common enemy Wilkins and other criminals in the South American republic.
With Wilkins dead, Karl had come back to New York to settle a score with corrupt cops at the 12th Precinct who were working for Wilkins.

He was reunited with Christie, learnt she was on the same mission and learnt about her secret identity. "That's a sight a guy can get used to every morning" said Karl. Christie felt tingles of warmth in her chest and between her thighs as Karl took her into his strong muscular arms, her bust pressed against his lean muscular chest and they kissed. "About time you got up honey. It's noon." replied Christie as their lips parted.

Easing out of his embrace, Christie walked over to the coffee maker and poured them a cup of coffee each. "Any leads?" asked
Karl., knowing that his super heroine girlfriend had probably been out on the prowl while he was asleep. "No. Just bagged some petty thieves last night. Those crooked cops are keeping a low profile since I saved you from them" Christie said.

"Bill Wilkins is dead. But they're not smart enough to work on their own. If we find out who they're working for, we can shut them down for good. Make them answer for their role in Sandra's murder" replied Karl as he set his cup down on the kitchen counter.
Christie put her cup down on the counter and hugged Karl. " I want that too. But Sandy wanted you to be happy Karl" she said. "Who says I'm not?" he asked. Christie looked up at him. Then they kissed.

"If things are slow...We could go and..." suggested Karl in a husky voice. Before Christie could reply, there was a knock on the front door. Karl and Christie looked at each other. " You expecting someone?" she asked. "No" replied Karl as he let go of his girfriend, put on a pair of pants and grabbed one of his Berettas.

As he went to the door, Christie donned a shirt and grabbed a pair of knives. "Who is it?" she asked as she saw Karl look through the peep hole and a puzzled look appeared on his face. " It's okay. I know them" replied Karl as he lowered his gun and opened the door to find Johnny Chan and Britney Sanderson standing in front of him.

" Johnny. Britney. What are you guys doing here?" asked Karl. " We need your help Karl" replied Johnny. Karl could tell from the tone of Johnny's voice and the look in his eyes that this could be a matter of life and death. "Come in" said Karl as he ushered his friends into the apartment.

"This is Christie. Christie, Johnny and Britney. Two of my friends from Guyana" said Karl as he made introductions to all three. The quartet sat down in the living room. Christie excused herself to make coffee for them. "I'll help" offered Britney as she joined Christie in the kitchen.

They left Karl and Johnny to talk in the living room. Karl didn't have to be a detective to see that Johnny was barely holding his emotions together. "Johnny was is it? Where's Kim?" he asked. Johnny looked at him with sadness and anger in his eyes. "She was taken Karl. By who, I don't know. But we believe she was brought here, to New York. She's being held by some powerful criminals. We got to save her." replied Johnny. "You're not alone Johnny. We'll help you. Tell me everything you know" said Karl.

Long Island
New York
2 pm

Paul Peyton looked out the windows of the 18th Century Victorian era mansion that he had been living in for several months.
From the windows he could see the botanical gardens, the artificially maintained river and ponds which surrounded the mansion. Peyton could also see the mobile and foot patrols of heavily armed uniform and plainclothes guards on the grounds. He also knew of many hidden closed circuit tv cameras and motion sensors on the grounds.

For Paul Peyton, this was not a palace but a prison. He had been hiding here like a fugitive for several months after his plans to kill his former employer William Walker and take over his global transport conglomerate went awry. Though he murdered Walker, Paul remembered that two women, Michelle Walker and Scorpion Woman, thwarted his plans to take full control of Walker Worldwide Transport and use it for the agenda of his true employer, Cyclops International.

Information which Paul had in his possession about the global crime conglomerate's operations could not fall into the hands of the authorities. So after Scorpion Woman exposed his activities in New England, Cyclops brought him to New York and placed him in the care of Elsa Grables.

In return for sanctuary, Paul was to use Walker Worldwide Transport's network to help Grables' Neo Nazi cartel's operations. As he reflected on the events which brought him here and how to get revenge on Scorpion Woman and Michelle Walker, his satellite phone which was resting on a nearby table rang.

Paul saw knew only one person would be calling him on that phone. "Hello darling. Calling to check up on me?" asked Paul. SERENA LOPEZ fumed on the other end of the phone as she heard the condescending tone of her lover in exile. The former corporate secretary to William Walker, Serena helped Paul to gain control of Walker Worldwide Transport. With Walker dead and Peyton in hiding, she assumed control of the global transport conglomerate.

Paul was also the only person who knew that Serena was the younger sister of HECTOR RUIZ aka EL MANO, leader of the MANOS BLANCOS Cartel from Tijuana, Mexico. On the other end of the line, the Lecherous Latina fumed at the words of her arrogant lover. Still he had his uses, she thought.

"Yes my love. You agreed to keep a low profile. Now I hear your using company shipping to help your hostess. It could attract attention" countered Serena. "I'm hardly the one attracting attention. I understand that COUGAR WOMAN is in Detroit and investigating your brother's activities" countered Paul.

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line. "You should be more concerned about Scorpion Woman. There's been no sign of her in Detroit. No one knows where she is." replied Serena. Now it was Paul's turn to fall silent.

"We had a deal Serena! Your brother and his Manos Blancos were supposed to keep Scorpion Woman by moving from Tijuana to Detroit! How could you let this happen?!!" yelled Paul.

"I let nothing happen my love nor is my brother to blame. I will deal with the Cougar Woman. You need to kill Scorpion Woman if she has found out where you are. The consequences of not eliminating her could be dire for both of us" warned Serena before she hung up the phone.

Manhattan
New York
5 pm

After resting from her earlier journey, Michelle Walker prepared herself to begin her search for Paul Peyton. Checking into a room at the LEO HOUSE, under a fake identity created by Stinger, Michelle donned a black leather jacket, black jeans and black leather
boots as she prepared to go out.

She saw the silver ring on her right middle finger glow slightly. "Good evening Mistress. Did you rest well?" asked Stinger. "I did. Thanks Stinger. Any leads all Paul Peyton?" asked Michelle. " Mr Peyton has been keeping out of the public eye Mistress. There haven't been any public sightings of him on any surveillance system in the city" replied the alien AI.

"It confirms what Trey told me. Someone's going through a lot of trouble to keep him hidden. In return, Peyton will have to be doing something for them in return" said Michelle. "That is quite possible Mistress. What are your orders?" asked Stinger. "Walker Worldwide Transport still has some operations here in New York, whoever is hiding Peyton could be using them. We find them. We find Peyton. The docks are a good place to start" replied Michelle. "I shall begin a search immediately Mistress" said Stinger.
Exiting her room at the guesthouse, Michelle got on her Harley Chopper and rode off.

Chinatown
New York
9 pm

Alone in her apartment after Karl had left hours earlier with Johnny and Britney, Christie Lee had mixed feelings about the sudden appearance of Karl's friends from Guyana.

Though she loved Karl for his unwavering resolve to help a friend in need, Christie couldn't help but feel neglected. "Karl's going to be out for a while. Best thing for me to do is continue working on our case" resolved Christie.

The young busty Chinawoman walked into her bedroom and accessed the secret compartment were she kept her Dragon Woman costume.

Christie slipped off her tiny white tank top and tiny white briefs, revealing her voluptuous and muscular bronze body. Slowly she donned the skin tight red kevlar bodysuit once worn by her older sister SANDRA.

The insignia of a black dragon displayed proudly between her ample breasts. The hood cowl of the suit covered most of her face except for the lower part of her nose and her lips which she painted in black lipstick.

She entwined a thick black utilty belt containing her arsenal around her wide shapely waist. Christie slipped black bands on her wrists and above her ankles. After checking to ensure her costume was in place, Dragon Woman accessed a hidden passageway in another part of her closet which took her down to the basement of her apartment building where her special motorbike, the DRAGON CYCLE was hidden.

Lower Eastside
New York
10 pm

Keeping off the main streets to avoid being spotted by passing NYPD patrol cars or cctv cameras, her voluptuous and muscular body framed against her skin tight red kevlar bodysuit, Dragon Woman switched off the lights on her motorcycle as she pulled on to a lot of warehouses located on Pier 35.

Using the tips she had gotten from some of her informants, Christie got off her motorcycle and made her way through the shadows of the alleys between the rows of dingy warehouses.

Her ample firm breasts bobbed sexily under her thin tight red kevlar bodysuit as she moved swiftly and stealthily through the shadows.

"My sources are telling me the people being kidnapped by the human traffickers are being brought here and being shipped out of the city. Since Karl's preoccupied with helping his friends from Guyana, I'll have to handle this myself" resolved Dragon Woman.

Though she knew Karl would do anything tp help a friend in need, Christie was bothered by how fast Karl jumped to help Johnny and Britney, instead of helping bring down the human traffickers who were kidnapping people in Chinatown.

She suspected that corrupt cops from the NYPD's 12th Precinct were involved. The same cops who were working with Bill Wilkins, who murdered her older sister Sandra, Karl's former partner and lover who was the first Dragon Woman.

She also blamed Wilkins for taking Karl away from her when he followed him to Guyana on a mission of vengeance and ended up staying there to fight crime alongside that country's famous superheroine Ocelot Woman.

The Top Heavy Chinawoman was brought back to the present when she heard a commotion in the alley ahead. Behind the white slits of her red and black cowl mask, Christie saw a teenage boy noisily escaping through the window of a warehouse.

As he landed on the ground and rose unsteadily to run away, Dragon Woman heard the shouts of men and the sounds of approaching footfalls from inside the warehouse the boy was escaping from.

Christie put her thoughts about Karl to the back of her mind. The scared teenager was surprised and relieved to see the busty masked heroine running towards him. " Help! Help!" he gasped.

Dragon Woman saw four thugs emerge round a corner and run towards the boy. " Keep running! Don't look back! she told him as she charged towards the thugs.

Fuelled by anger, Dragon Woman leapt forward. The ball of her right foot struck one thug in the middle of his chest.
Flipping over him, Christie drove the ball of her left foot into the face of another thug's face. The other two thugs drew knives and lunged at Dragon Woman.

Using her agility and martial arts skills, Dragon Woman evaded them as they tried to strike her. "We gonna cut your ass bitch!" one thug snarled as he missed Christie with a wild swing.

"Too slow punk!" quipped Dragon Woman as she dropped him with a left hand chop to the throat. As the fourth thug missed her with a wild swing, Christie felled him with a right foot to his gut.

"Now to free the rest of their prisoners" thought Dragon Woman, feeling aroused by the action and thought of showing Karl how she made a dent in the human trafficking ring on her own.

Distracted by these thoughts, the Top Heavy Chinawoman let her guard down at the most inopportune time. She never noticed two men who had closed in on her.

"AIEEEEEEEEEEEE...AIIIEEEEEEEEE...AIIEEEEEEE..AIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" screamed Dragon Woman rising on the balls of her feet as she felt her ample breasts and cunt bombarded by hundreds of volts of electricity from the tasers the two men fired into her ample firm breasts and her cunt.

The Top Heavy Chinawoman fell to the ground on her back, her voluptuous and muscular body gyrating from the effects of the electricity.

Another man knelt beside Dragon Woman and clamped a thick cotton pad over her nose and mouth while she was still reeling from the effects of the taser attack to her breasts and cunt.

Hiding behind a dumpster, the teenage boy who Dragon Woman rescued watched with a combination of awe, arousal and fear as his busty masked savior twitched briefly on the ground before becoming limp and unconscious.

As the unconscious and defeated Dragon Woman was taken away, he bolted from behind the dumpster, yelling for help. With the Top Heavy Chinawoman now their prisoner, the thugs let the boy go, thinking there was nothing he could do to stop them.

To be continued