Parts 1 and 2 are at superstories


Shazzan, Heroine in Arabia in Captives of Jaffah Part 3.

Riaydh, Saudi Arabia. 800 AD Midnight.

The band of smugglers secretly employed by a wealthy Arabian merchant called Jeed could not believe the turn of events which had happened. Under the cover of nightfall..their caravan arrived at the old stone building which Jeed used as a warehouse for the storage of goods. Four carts pulled by oxen entered the building where a group of men..armed with swords, daggers and clubs..their faces concealed by hoods were waiting. As the oxen were unhitched from the carts..the men unrolled the heavy Persian carpets to reveal hidden weapons within. These were then divided and placed in sacks which were to be carried on horseback to rebel fighters who were trying to overthrow the Sultan and seize the throne of Arabia.

The smugglers thought that their night's activities would be a success as their illegal cargo had eluded both the Sultan's soldiers and the Arabian police constables. However they had not anticipated the interference of one who was quickly earning a reputation as a champion of justice in the Kingdom of Arabia. She was none other than a young woman with short, thick black hair.....shielding the back of her neck and exposing most of her broad, muscular shoulders. Her shapely and muscular brown body garbed only by a thin, translucent black silk bra that barely covered the perfectly shaped dark brown nipples which capped the summits of her great breasts. A matching pair of panties barely covered the space between her huge thighs. A golden belt bearing a crescent moon in its centre..entwined itself around her small, shapely waist. Her identity concealed a thin, black silk mask which stretched across the upper part of her beautiful face.

She wore gold bracelets snapped into place on her wrists while gold bangles appeared inches above her ankles. Her hands and bare feet..looked sensuous and strong..with her fingernails and toenails seeming as if they were made of pure ivory. Throughout the land she flew on a magic carpet..fighting injustice with the strength of 20 men...sworn to protect the innocent from evil. She was known as SHAZZAN..HEROINE OF ARABIA. The Arabian superwoman had caught wind of the smugglers' activities and had gone to the warehouse to stop them. For a while..Shazzan's super strength and expert fighting skills had the smugglers..who were well armed with swords, daggers and clubs..on the defensive..several falling victims to blows delivered by her fists and feet. Her victory and their defeat seemed all but inevitable. However being a young and impetutous woman...Shazzan was naive..and allowed her overconfidence to affect her judgement.

At a given signal..smugglers positioned atop the rolls of uncut carpets on either side of Shazzan began to throw them at her. The Heroine of Arabia easily leapt aside to avoid the first salvo. "Foolish criminals!!..What do you intend to achieve by hurling the merchant Jeed's carpets at me!?!" laughed Daughter of the Desert as she dodged the carpet rolls being thrown at her. "They cannot harm me!..I just have to avoid them!..Then I shall defeat you!..Your actions demonstrate your fear of my mighty powers!!" declared Shazzan as she continued to jump from side to side to avoid the falling carpet rolls. For a while..it seemed like the smugglers' actions were doomed to fail. However little did the beautiful Arabian superwoman realise that the fallen carpets were making the space she had to maneuver in..smaller by the minute.

"Ohhh!!!" cried the startled Shazzan as the balls of her sexy bare feet made contact with a fallen carpet roll instead of the ground as she made a leap to a place of presumed safety. She flew backwards in the air..her arms and legs fully outstretched..as more rolls of uncut carpets descended towards her. "UHHNNN!!!" groaned Shazzan as a long uncut carpet slammed squarely into her huge breasts...and knocked her flat on her back on the ground. "UNNNNHHH!!!!!..AAHHH!!. ..UHUHHH!!!!..AAUHHNNNN!!!!" cried the sexy Heroine of Arabia as she was buried under an avalanche of uncut carpet rolls. At a given signal..the smugglers ceased their offensive and moved in to surround the trapped Shazzan. They found the desirable Daughter of the Desert..buried under a mountain of uncut carpet rolls..with only her head..and broad shoulders exposed.

"UHHNN!!..Moons of Muhammad...I have..Unhhh..dersestimated...the criminals' clever strategy..... ..weight of carpets..Unh..too much...my breasts...Aahhh..have been flattened against my chest..I could..use my mighty strength... to push them off..but..Uhuhhhh..every movement of my body.. ..causes the carpets' raw fabric..to..Unhuhhh..rub against my breasts..Aaaa..irritate my nipples... thoughts of..Unnn..man's touch..sex..sleep..filling my head..I..I am..trapped.." moaned the weak and sleepy Shazzan..Heroine of Arabia as the smugglers slowly closed in on her. Behind the mask of the beauteous Arabian superwoman...Princess Jadra..was quicly becoming weaker and sleepier with each passing second..as the smuggler closed in around her. They were determined to end her ability to threaten them once and for all.However they held their ground as two figures entered the darkened warehouse holding lit torches. They were none other than the portly merchant known as Jeed and his lean son whose name was Jhad.

"Ah..the mighty Shazzan..Heroine of Arabia...I was warned that you would attempt to interfere in my affairs..." smirked the merchant as he glared at the helpless Arabian superwoman. "Uunnhhh...I.. I fight..for..justice...you..are..in league..with...Jaffah...to undermine..Kingdom of Arabia..." moaned Jadra who could do little to prevent the combination of the weight of the uncut carpet rolls..and the coarse feel of their fabric against her virgin breasts from undermining her will to stay conscious. "Jaffah is the rightful ruler of Arabia..the Sultan is weak..were it not for your interference..he would be seated on the Throne of Arabia...and he will ensure that we have trading rights to any region that we desire..." sneered the Merchant Jeed. "I..I could use..my mighty strength..to push off carpets..but every movement..of my body..causes their raw fabric..to irritate..my nipples...cannot..keep..thoughts of men's hands...touching my breasts...making my nipples..ah.ah..roused..feel..so..weak..." complained Shazzan.

"Lord Jaffah..did tell us that your powers are easily undermined..by your inexperience to the ways of men...now my son...let us dispense with the masked female once and for all.." gloated Jeed. "The honour is mine Father" replied Jhad as he drew his sword. Jadra's brown eyes could only stare sleepily at him through the slits of her black mask as Jhad raised the gleaming blade high above his head in preparation to severe her head from her shoulders.

However before he could strike..a figure leapt from the shadows. It was a young man clad in a loose fitting black pants..black boots..a loose white shirt and a black silk mask which covered the top of his head. "Not to fear Shazzan!..Sabre is here!" cried the young adventurer as he drew one of the two swords which were sheathed around his waste and disarmed Jhad before his sword could cut off the head of the helpless Arabian superwoman. "No!!..Not you again!!..Kill him..Kill them both!!" screamed Jeed as his hired brigands closed in on Sabre. However this moment of distraction was all that Shazzan needed to focus her thoughts...pushing fantasies of man's touch to the back of her head. Flexing her shapely limbs...the Heroine of Arabia effortlessly tossed the uncut carpets off her and sprang to the balls of her erotic bare feet...landing at the side of Sabre. "This is the second time I have saved your life Shazzan..You are in my debt.." whispered the young swordsman as he drew his blades. "Then we shall discuss terms..after we deal with this brigands!" replied Princess Jadra as she leapt towards the nearest brigand..knocking him out by driving the ball of her left foot into his jaw.

Wielding his swords before him with uncanny skill..Sabre deftly disarmed four brigands of their weapons and knocked them out in the process. Shazzan's gold bracelets on her wrists and the gold bangles above her ankles jingled slightly as she charged towards three more of Jeed's men. Her breasts freed from the effects of the carpet fibres..then were no match for the beauteous Arabian princess who easily evaded the swings of their clubs...countering with a flurry of well placed kicks and punches. Seeing the tide had turned against them...Jeed and Jhad turned and tried to run away. However Shazzan spotted their attempt...and summoned her magic carpet using by the power of thought.
Flying towards the fleeing men at incredible speed...the magic carpet..knocked the wind out of their sails..sending them crashing to the ground.Taking a roll of Jeed's own carpet..Shazzan tore off a piece..and used them to bind them in it. "See how you like your own merchandise Jeed...This will hold you until the constables arrive..and now Sabre.." said Jadra as she turned to where the masked rogue had been standing. Her brown eyes widened in the slits of her black mask when she saw that Sabre had vanished once again.

There was no time to ponder his disappearance as the sounds of approaching horses..told the Arabian superwoman that the authorities had been arrived. Leaping on to her magic carpet..Shazzan flew off into the night sky..and towards the Royal Palace.

Two weeks later.

Princess Jadra watched from the balcony of her chambers in the Royal Palace at the thousands of people who filled the city square to participate in the annual Fair of the Crescent Moon. The 18-year old Arabian princess could see the myriad of acrobats, clowns, musicians and other performers entertaining the crowds at their various tents located at strategic points in the square. However the thing that intrigued Jadra the most was an elaborate wooden stage in the middle of the square. Atop the stage rested a huge iron weight which many strong men had tried to lift but all had failed. Word spread amongst the crowd...speculation was rife..that while the strongest men in the Kingdom could not lift the weight...the feat could be easily achieved by a woman...none other than Shazzan...Heroine of Arabia.

Watching the Fair with the Princess was the Sultan's science adviser Apoo...the only person who knew that his teenage daughter was secretly the masked, bikini clad Arabian superwoman..whose feats of strength and bravery had become legendary in the Kingdom within a short space of time. Apoo watched as Jadra..clad in a blue silk dress and gold sandals..turned to face him and make a statement. "I can no longer remain in the Palace Apoo...I have decided that today..I will change into Shazzan and participate in the Fair.." said the Princess. "I must advise caution Princess...the agents of Lord Jaffah are everywhere..though you thwarted his designs through the merchant Jeed..Jaffah no doubt thirsts for revenge..his agents have been directed to capture you as Shazzan at all costs..the Fair could be the perfect place for them to set a trap for you..your Highness.." replied Apoo.

"Your concerns are noted Apoo..but I will change into Shazzan...her appearance at the Fair will do a lot of good for the people...Jaffah and his minions would not dare to try anything here in Riadyh. Having said that..Jadra revealed the golden amulet which she always carried around her neck..but kept it hidden from view. "O' Mighty Shazzan!" declared Jadra. The Arabian princess was immediately engulfed in a thick cloud of smoke and heard the boom of distant thunder as a startling transformation was initiated. Jadra felt an incredible surge of energy flowing through her body. Several inches were added to her arms, legs, stomach, back, feet and buttocks as the Arabian princess' body became increasingly muscular but sexily feminine. No where was this change more evident that Jadra's chest..Her breasts became larger, rounder and firmer as they swelled with power.

Jadra's long raven hair gleamed with a heavenly aura as it became shorter and thicker..shielding the back of her neck and exposing most of her broad, muscular shoulders Gold bracelets snapped into place on her wrists while gold bangles appeared inches above her ankles. Her hands and bare feet..looked sensuous and strong..with her fingernails and toenails seeming as if they were made of pure ivory.
A thin, translucent black silk bra barely covered the perfectly shaped dark brown nipples which capped the summits of her great breasts while a matching pair of panties barely covered the space between her huge thighs. A golden belt bearing a crescent moon in its centre..entwined itself around her small, shapely waist. Jadra's identity was concealed by a thin, black silk mask which stretched across the upper part of her beautiful face.

Summoning her magic carpet by the power of thought..the beauteous Arabian Avenger leapt on board and flew towards the city square as dusk began to fall on the city and torches were lit to continue the Fair well into the night. The sight of the scantily-clad heroine floating on the air atop her magic carpet evoked cries of "Shazzan! Shazzan! Shazzan!" from the citizens gathered in the square. Young and old..men and women..adults and children..alll cheered for the sexy Arabian superwoman who had single-handedly been defeating the enemies of the Kingdom who were seemingly better armed than she was. Jadra waved to the crowd as she descended towards the large wooden stage and the massive iron weight which rested atop it. Hearing the cheers of his people...the Sultan himself emerged on the balcony of his chambers in the Palace to witness the appearance of Shazzan. "I knew she would come!" said the Sultan to Apoo who he had summoned the moment he heard the cheers. The science adviser nodded and watched as Jadra alighted from her carpet to the stage.

The portly Fair Master..a man named Cassam bowed to the 18-year old masked woman as she strolled towards him. "Honour us with demonstration of your great strength O' wondrous Shazzan...that the people would marvel at one as beautiful and powerful as yourself.." said Cassam in a voice that was both humble and persuasive. Unaccustomed to the wiles of men..Princess Jadra felt her dark brown nipples tingle under her thin black satin bra at the sound of Cassam's voice as a hush fell over the crowd in anticipation of her answer. Standing with her hands on her shapely waist..her shapely,muscular legs slightly apart and her ample bust thrust forward...Shazzan gave her answer. "I would be happy to delight the people of Arabia..whom I have sworn to defend from evil...they shall witness my power!" declared the Heroine of Arabia to the cheers of the huge crowd.

On cue from Cassam...drummers beat a slow beat on their drums as Shazzan walked to the centre of the stage where the massive iron weight lay. Placing her erotic bare feet flat on the wooden surface beneath her..the Arabian superwoman grabbed hold of the large ring atop the iron weight and prepared to lift it. She glanced briefly towards the Royal Palace. "Father is watching from his Royal Chambers..this should impress him...no sign of Jaffah's agents anywhere...Apoo really worries too much.."thought the Princess with a smile as she flexed the muscles of her shapely body as she prepared to lift the weight. Suddenly..a gong was struck..and the crowd gasped in awe as a cloud of smoke engulfed Shazzan and the huge iron weight.By the time the smoke faded...both the Heroine of Arabia and the weight had disappeared. "Shazzan! Shazzan! Shazzan!" cheered the people believing that the masked superwoman had caused the weight and herself to vanish. Drums and flutes played as the musicians took over the proceedings.

The Sultan clapped his hands in delight as Apoo tried to figure out what had just happened. "Amazing...I did not know Shazzan possessed such magic..She has done much good for the people this day.."declared the Sultan as he walked back inside the palace. However Apoo the science adviser could not help but shake the feeling that his worst fears for the beauteous Arabian Avenger and Princess Jadra might have just transpired in plain sight and no one knew it had happened. His fears were more than confirmed...for when the smoke engulfed her..a trap door had opened directly under Shazzan's bare feet sending her hurtling into the darkness below the massive stage. "Uhnn!" said Princess Jadra as she landed on the soft earth under the stage on her shapely buttocks. Before the sexy Arabian superwoman could make sense of what had just happened...a group of figures who had been hiding under the stage..emerged from their hiding places and swarmed towards her with uncanny speed.

"Who dares to pull down my bra?!..My breasts are exposed!" cried Shazzan in alarm as she felt a hand strip the black silk bra off her broad chest..leaving her round mounds naked and vulnerable. Little did she know..this was exactly what was intended. "Ooohhh!!!..My breasts!!!...Unnhhh!!!...They are being rubbed!!!..Some kind of oil!!...Making my nipples get..hh..hh..arrdd..becoming..weak..sleepy..must..
get..free..." moaned the Arabian superwoman as she felt damp cloths being rubbed all over her naked chest. She tried to struggle against her unseen and unknown foes...who targeted her puffy dark brown nipples...rubbing them vigorously with their cloths..making them become thicker and harder with each deft, erotic stroke.
However her slender muscled arms and legs were unable to find any room under the stage to defend the gorgeous Heroine of Arabia from her attackers..due to the intricate network of wooden planks under the stage which severely restricted the movements of her curvaceous and muscular brown body.

"Uunnhhh!!!..Whoever you are...You..you..are..making my nipples..become..hh..hh..
hh..aahhrr..ddd...bathing my breasts...with..strange oil...sapping strength from my breasts...my head..being filled...with forbidden thoughts...of sex... and sleep...I..I..
..cannot..defend..myself..." complained Princess Jadra..her arms and legs trapped amongst the wooden planks as the oil-soaked cloths were rubbed over every inch of her well rounded breasts. As her brown eyes grew increasingly laden with sleep in the slits of the black silk mask which stretched across the upper part of her gorgeous face..the Arabian superwoman..saw images materialise in the surrounding darkness. Her attackers were a pair of dwarves..who were easily able to move under the stage..
while she could not. "There is no escape for you now...hero woman!" sneered the dwarf who was rubbing Shazzan's breasts with his cloth.

The second dwarf sat on the heroine's huge thighs..rubbing his cloth over the middle of her flimsy black silk panties. "You have..fallen into our trap!" gloated this dwarf. "Moons..of Muhammad...Ahahhhh...Ahahhhh...Aahhahhhhh..Ahhh..Ahhhh..Ahhh.." swooned Princess Jadra as the thin fabric of her flimsy black silk panties offered her crotch little protection from the dwarf's attack...his vigorous action arousing her virgin clit that was surrounded by a neatly trimmed patch of black pubic hair. Her long shapely legs trapped by the matrix of wooden planks...her slender muscled arms unable to defend her erogenous zones from attack...Shazzan could do nothing to stop the two dwarves from attacking her breasts and genitals. Helpless to defend herself in the narrow confines under the stage...the beauteous Arabian superwoman could do nothing as the dwarves rubbed their oil-soaked cloths all over her exposed chest and the centre of her black silk panties.

Shazzan fought this losing battle under the stage..out of sight of the subjects of the Arabian Kingdom..who moments earlier had been cheering her...but were now swept away by the music of the night's festivities. The beating of the drums..and playing of flutes..drowning out any sound which would have alerted anyone to the peril which the Heroine of Arabia now found herself. It was not long before Jadra's large brown breasts gleamed with a hazy aura from the strange oil..and her crotch equally dampened by the oil. The struggles of the 18-year old Arabian princess ceased as her shapely, muscled arms and legs lost their strength..lying flat on the earth beneath the stage. The sole sign of her diminishing resistance was the twitching of her sexy toes. One dwarf continued to rub his oil soaked cloth all over Jadra's naked chest while the other soaked her thin black silk panties with his own.

"Uuuhhnnnn...my nipples...so hard..covered..with strange oil...it makes them..dizzy.
...thoughts of man's touch..on my breasts..my genitals...feel so weak..so tired........
where..where..am I?" moaned Shazzan as her head rolled from side to side.her brown eyes fluttering in the slits of the black silk mask which stretched across the upper part of her beauteous face. "You have fallen into our trap...!!" sneered the dwarf rubbing the oil-soaked cloth over the naked broad chest of the helpless Arabian superwoman..ensuring that her dark brown nipples remained hard..polishing them with his cloth until they gleamed like diamonds. "Unnnhhh..forbidden thoughts
..of sex.....sleep...filling my head..as you..you..rub my breasts..little man..becoming
clear to me...fell through trap door..when I lifted the weight..space under stage..too small for me..." moaned Jadra as the seriousness of her predicament became apparent to her.

"Space under stage..too small for me..but..perfect..for you...music..festivities outside...made breasts too weak..too tired ..with powerful..sleep oil...cannot..resist..
..cannot fight back...Apoo..was..right...should have listened to him..." cooed Shazzan as her brown eyes grew heavier and heavier with sleep in the slits of the black silk mask which stretched across the upper part of the beautiful face..as the dwarves continued to rub their cloths all over the breasts and groin of the sexy Heroine of Arabia. "That matters not hero woman...for all your powers..you are no match for the power of Lord Jaffah...power that will undermine all of your fabled strength..and magic..."gloated the second dwarf as he shoved his rag under Jadra's briefs..vigorously rubbing her virgin clit. "Ahhh..ahhh...a man's hand..touching my sacred place...Oooooohhhhh..my loins...they become..so..wet...Uuhhhhh..my nipples..so hard...never feel..so weak..must surrender...to power..of man's touch.."
moaned the Arabian princess.

"Yes...feel your nipples become hard...you think of a man you desire...touching your nipples..your breasts grow tired hero woman...your nipples are becoming slaves to his touch...you are going to sleep..sleep..sleep..." chanted both dwarves in unison as they fondled Shazzan's breasts and groin at the same time."Sabre...Sabre...need your help..my love...evil little men..servants of Jaffah...place oil..on my breasts..my nipples..my loins...falling under spell...of my sworn enemy...my strength..fading..so
tired...cannot..stay..awake..want to..sleep...going..to sleep...evil little men...on this day..you have..defeated..me...Shazzan..Heroine..of..Arabi...mmphhh.." sighed Jadra as her brown eyes rolled up in her head.. as a third dwarf joined in..clamping a freshly soaked oil cloth over her nose and mouth.

"Nhhhh..Nhhhhh...Nnnnnnnnnnn" moaned Shazzan into the cloth. Her eyes slowly closing in the slits of her black silk mask..her head rolling against her left shoulder...the rubbing of her breasts and groin by the dwarves with their oil-soaked cloths helping to knock her into the realm of unconsciousness. In the dim light surrounding the huge stage...crowds of drunken people and musicians playing their instruments...no one saw the three dwarves carrying the unconscious Shazzan out from under the stage. Two grabbed her on either side of her shapely upper torso..while the other held her sexy bare feet. Jadra's head hung limp..her short mane of glossy black hairdragging on the ground along with her limp arms. Her dark brown nipples were hard and shiny like diamonds. Fair Master Cassam and his wife Hanna smiled as the dwarves laid the defeated Heroine of Arabia on a cushioned bed in the back of their wagon.

Hanna knelt beside the unconscious Shazzan..roughly twirling her hard brown nipples in her rough fingers. Jadra made no response. "Lord Jaffah was right..the young wench came as he predicted...her virgin breasts were no match for the Oil of Sleep..." she stated. "I shall make ready for our journey...ensure that our guest is comfortable my dear..." sneered Cassam as he made his way to the front of the wagon. "Sleep peacefully Shazzan...when you awake...you shall be in the care of Lord Jaffah..." gloated Hanna as she patted the naked chest of the unconscious Arabian superwoman as the wagon left the city.

to be continued.