Shazzan, Heroine of Arabia in Captive of Jaffah - Chapter 1

Riadyh. Kingdom of Arabia 800 AD. 9 pm.

In his inner sanctum of the Royal Palace..Sultan Ali Abagwa was a troubled man. While he was the ruler of the wealthiest and most powerful nation in the Middle East..evil forces were now attempting to undermine all that the wise and benevolent Sultan had built over the years of his reign.

"How?..How is this possible?... How can it be that the merchant carvans from Jordan, Yemen and Qatar have been attacked by brigands??..the emissaries of these countries are demanding compensation for those killed and injured in those raids..." walied the portly Sultan as he rubbed the back of his head and stroked his long white moustache and beard in an attempt to find the answer.


The 60-year-old Sultan turned to the tall man clad in a black turban, a crimson suit and black boots who was standing to his right..studying the same map of the Arabian Kingdom as he was. "Jaffah..Enlighten me with your wisdom in these matters..." the Sultan asked his political and security adviser. The 45-year-old Jaffah smoothed the strands of his wiry black moustache and turned to face the Sultan.


"I am not certain Majesty...the routes by which these caravans travel is known to very few people within the council and the military...It would appear that someone is providing information to the brigand bands...I shall do my best to learn the identity of this traitor.." assured Jaffah with a strange gleam in his grey eyes which the Sultan did not detect.


"Do what you must to protect the caravans Jaffah..We can ill afford a war with our neighbours.." replied the Sultan before he proceeded to change the subject. "I have also heard talk of two other individuals who seem to elude our constables and soldiers..It is said one is some kind of swordsman who robs nobles and merchants..and the other is..a woman who captures criminals..." said the Sultan to Jaffah.


The political and security adviser looked quizzically at the Sultan for a moment before speaking. "I have authorised our constables and soldiers to be on the lookout for this "swordsman" Majesty..but I highly doubt that there exists any woman in the Kingdom of Arabia who is capable of feats which are the subject of rumors," replied Jaffah as he bowed to the Sultan and left the chamber.


Unknown to the Sultan and the Jaffah...they had been silently observed from the shadows by the Sultan's 18-year-old daughter..Princess Jadra. Her dark brown eyes glistened like diamonds as she saw the concern etched on her father's face as he retired to his quarters for the evening. As she emerged from the shadows..her exquisite female attributes came into view.


She was tall with a slender figure, light brown skin that was smoother than silk and thick raven hair which reached down to the centre of her back. She wore a long sleeved aquamarine top and matching pants..fashioned from the finest silk.. and jewelled sandals on her feet. Jadra made no sound as she silently approached the map..that the Sultan and Jaffah were discussing mere minutes ago..and which was still spread out on the table in the centre of the chamber.


"The Arabian Army cannot be everywhere to protect the caravans..these brigands are employing a strategy to draw away the soldiers so they can attack certain targets...these brigands are not known to be united..someone is obviously guiding their actions..." thought Jadra as she made up her mind about what she was going to do.


Returning to her quarters via a secret passageway known only to herself...the Crown Princess of Arabia stood in the center of her elaborate room and revealed a 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.


"All the efforts of father's advisors..the Arabian police and army..will do nothing to stop the evil schemes of these brigands...it will take the mighty SHAZZAN..HEROINE OF ARABIA...to thwart their evil deeds!" declared Jadra in her sexy and super-powered alter-ego. She stood determined to bring justice to the kingdom..her hands resting lightly on her shapely waist..her long, muscular legs slightly apart and her great breasts thrust forward.


Her intentions stated..the alluring Arabian superwoman sprinted out on to the balcony of her alter-ego's royal quarters. Shazzan's huge and virtually naked breasts..bobbing and swaying sensuously as she ran. Flexing her large thighs...Shazzan leapt into the air and landing on a magical black flying carpet which she had summoned mentally. With her arms extended on either side of her curvaceously muscular body and her legs spread slightly apart on her magic carpet...the mysterious warrior maiden flew off towards her rendezvous with danger and adventure.


The magic carpet flew at an incredible speed as it carried the buxom Arabian heroine out of Riyadh. As the cool night winds swirled past her virtually naked body...Shazzan directed her magic carpet towards the south-western town of Jizan..close to the border of the neighbouring kingdom of Yemen. Not only was this town along the route used by merchant caravans out of Yemen..it was also a reputed hideout for criminals. Jadra was confident that she would find some the answers she was seeking in Jizan.


Jizan, southwest Arabia. 10 pm.


Business was booming at the main tavern in the seedy section of the town that night. It was filled with men..their bodies and clothes stained from days of desert travel..drinking, gambling, eating and enjoying the company of the local prostitutes. All activity in the tavern came to a complete stop as Shazzan walked boldly and bravely into this den of crime.


The male brigands were in awe of both the Arabian superwoman's sensuous body and the flimsy attire which barely covered it. Even the female prostitutes were amazed at how any woman's body could be simultaneously strong and sexy. With the massive mounds of her great chest swaying gently as she walked...Shazzan approached the bar...where tavern owner Jahleel stood. "I have reason to believe that men in this tavern are being hired to attack the merchant caravans coming into Arabia!..Confess your crimes and I shall show you mercy!" declared the Heroine of Arabia as she stood two feet away from the overweight Jahleel.


Her declaration caused the entire tavern to fill with laughter. "You believe you can beat all of the men in my tavern ?!.. Teach this insolent girl the error of her ways.." growled Jahleel to the brigands seated at the bar in front of him. One advanced towards Shazzan..his right hand raised to slap her.


However as he brought his hand down...the Arabian Heroine, grabbed his right wrist with her right hand and effortlessly tossed him through the air as if he were a toy. The brigand travelled a full eight yards through the air and crashed atop a table where four other criminals were gambling..smashing it to pieces. Now taking the threat posed by Shazzan seriously.. some of the other brigands drew their swords and charged towards her.


Bounding forward on the balls of her erotic bare feet.. Shazzan extended her right leg..nailing a sword-wielding brigand in the face with the ball of her right foot. "Behold my great strength and warrior skills evil brigands! You and your kind shall not steal the wealth of the poeple to satisfy your evil desires!...not while Shazzan fights for justice and protects the innocent in the Kingdom of Arabia!!" declared the curvaceous crusader and she dispatched eight more brigands with a flurry of kicks and punches.


In attempting to subdue the beautiful Heroine of Arabia.. several of the brigands ended up fighting themselves instead. Spotting Jahleel slipping out of the tavern via a side entrance...Shazzan did not hestitate to give chase. Of particular interest to the Arabian heroine..was a leather bound ledger which Jahleel was carrying.


Running as fas as he could...Jahleel made it to the nearby stables..saddled one of the horses and rode off. He was determined to flee the town.. after witnessing the incredible powers of Shazzan. However he was even more afraid of what would happen to him if the alluring Arabian Heroine managed to get a hold of the ledger. His thoughts were interrupted by the ball of Shazzan's left foot connected with the right side of his face as she leapt off her flying carpet and towards him. The impact knocked him off his horse and sent him rolling along the ground.


Jahleel struggled to get to his feet..but his massive bulk made that task difficult. Shazzan was atop him in a flash and delivering a stinging right fist to his jaw..knocking flat on his back. "Speak brigand!! ..Who is your master?!..Who commands you to rob the merchant caravans?!..Speak!..or face the wrath of Shazzan!!" declared the curvaceous crusader. The distinctive whistles of Arabian police constables..alerted Shazzan that the authorities were coming to investigate the ruckus at the tavern.


Snatching the pouch containing the ledger off of Jahleel's left shoulder.. the beauteous Arabian warrior woman leapt aboard her magic carpet and flew back to Riadyh and the Royal Palace. Shazzan skilfully and stealthily steered her flying craft on to the balcony of her father..the Sultan's quarters. The Sultan was still awake and startled by the sudden entrance of Shazzan. However the surprise of her entry and his awe over the incredible body and attire of the young heroine..prevented him from calling out to the guards standing just outside his door.


"Do not fear great Sultan..I have come to help...I this ledger will help you to stop the ones who are attacking the merchant caravans.." said Princess Jadra in a gentle but firm voice as she handed him the ledger. "Who..who are you?" gasped the Sultan..unaware that the super strong and sexy Arabian Heroine standing before him was really his own daughter.


"I am Shazzan..Heroine of Arabia..I fight for justice and protect the innocent in the Kingdom of Arabia...I shall stop the attacks and bring those responsible to face the law!" replied Shazzan as she turned on her heels and ran back on to the balcony. Shaking off his stupor..the Sultan followed..only to discover that the mysterious Arabian warrior woman had sisappeared.


Weeks later...


The Sultan and Jaffah met in conference in the former's private chambers. "The merchant attacks have been curtailed Jaffah..thanks in large measure to the heroic efforts of the female warrior who calls herself Shazzan.." said the Sultan as he sipped a golden goblet of wine. "Indeed..but I am curious as to who this woman is...her unique abilities and how she was able to find that ledger...which identified secret merchant routes for the brigands to attack.." remarked Jaffah.


"I know little of her..except that she is a young woman...wears a mask..but very little by way of clothing.. and appears to have the strength of 40 men and amazing powers..." said the Sultan as he mentally recalled the night when Shazzan had visited him briefly. "By your leave Majesty..I have other matters to attend to.." said Jaffah with a respectful bow which received the Sultan's acknowledgement.


As he rode back to his elaborate mansion in the upper class section of Riadyh..a series of thoughts churned in the methodical mind of Jaffah. "This masked woman..this Shazzan..poses a serious threat to my plans.. the female appears from nowhere..she seems invincible..but I must find a way to capture her...use her to successfully achieve my objective.." thought the Sultan's political and security adviser.


Jaffah was also keenly aware of problems caused by another masked interloper...a masked fighter by the name "of "Sabre" who was stealing monies from rich nobles and merchants. However what Jaffah kept secret from the authorities was that those nobles and merchants were close allies of his.


Meanwhile, Princess Jadra relaxed in a tub of warm water in her private chambers to ease the soreness of her curvaceous body from her activities as Shazzan, Heroine of Arabia over the last two weeks. As she pondered what she had learnt from those activities. a servant girl entered and announced the arrival of Apoo..science adviser to the Sultan.


After dismissing the girl..Jadra climbed out of the tub..dried herself and donned a loose fitting white silk robe and the elderly and wise looking Apoo entered. He was the only person who knew Jadra's secret identity. He had given the princess her special amulet which transformed her into Shazzan when she was a young girl. The amulet had belonged to Jadra's mother..who was the first Shazzan but gave up her role when she married he Sultan.


"I have not been able to learn who is planning the attacks on the merchant caravans Apoo..but the attacks have lessened now that the brigands know that they would face the wrath of Shazzan should they attack..." said Jadra. "It is baffling Highness. but I must urge caution..you have beaten many brigands..but whoever is planning these raids is very powerful...We do not know the extent of their power..or whether they are trying to find a way to subdue you.." cautioned Apoo.


"Do not worry old friend...I can handle any danger as Shazzan..I must continue my search whoever is the master of these brigands.." ther princess assured him.


Riadyh. Midnight. 24 hours later.


During the late hours of the night, a young man, still early in his years of life slipped out from the shadows of the city. Unlike the recent appearances and stories of the heroine, Shazzan, his was extremely different. Paying no attention to the rumors he had heard, the young man called Sabre watched a passing merchant, with two of his companions.


He remembered from his information that this particular man, Jeed, was linked to the caravan thefts weeks ago, but had come out of it relatively unscathed. Smirking to himself, Sabre leapt into action. He wore black pants, loosely fitting to ensure a better fight, along with black boots. He wore only a white shirt over his torso, carrying a broad saber in his right hand. To disguise himself from his enemies, he took great care to wear a large mask, wrapped in silk so that it wouldn�t fall off.


�Now gentlemen, I will see to it that on this evening�You won�t escape my wrath!� snarled he rogue swordsman as he aimed his blade at the trio. He was about tot to strike them when he felt a kick land in the centre of his back. Sabre staggered forward but firmly gripping his sword in his right hand. Instead of falling to the ground...the young swordsman..pressed the palm of his free left hand on the ground..and flipped through the air..landing easily on his feet.


As Sabre turned to face his new enemy Jeed and his two companions fled the scene. What he saw was Shazzan, in all her glory. She was clad in her black silk mask..flimsy black sile bikini..gold bracelets belt and bangles. Standing up, he shook his head a bit, while Shazzan looked him over.


The shirt he wore was a bit old, but still well cleaned she noticed. These were not the only things she noticed as she suddenly felt her normally soft nipples stiffen a bit, being near this man. Suddenly, images of her and him, naked together started to disorient her. However she managed to push those thoughts away and focus on the masked man in front of her.


Shazzan took a fighting pose..her arms raised her legs spread slightly apart.. still looking at Sabre while the same feelings she had were running through his mind. "Who are you, and why were you attacking those innocent me?" demanded the beautiful Arabian superwoman. She assumed her trademark position of hands on her curvy waist..her muscular legs slightly spread apart and thrusting out her great chest. "�Innocent? You let those men escape, men who helped kill innocent beings during the caravan raids!" yelled Sabre in disbelief.


Shazzan looked at him surprised, but couldn�t reply as Sabre charged at her. Unsheathing his sword he charged towards the heroine..taking out his sword and swinging at her in an X style slash. "He must be an amateur to think he can stop me this way.." thought the Heroine of Arabia as Sabre drew closer to her.


Thinking it was only the one strike instead of two...Shazzan confidently ducked to the right.. avoiding the left slash. However when when the right one approached, she was unable to escape, unscathed. The tip of the sword harshly rasped against her semi-hard nipple of the Arabian superwoman's lage right breast. "UHUHH!!..Oooohhh!!" cooed Shazzan in pleasure as she dropped to the ground on her knees.


Sabre wondered what was wrong as he saw Shazzan on her knees.. her right hand trying to to cover her great breasts. �Maybe it�s a weakness�" thought Sabre. Not wanting to give the gorgeous Heroine of Arabia a chance to recover...Sabre sheathed his sword and grabbed the arms of the dazed Shazzan as he ducked into an alley with her.


Grabbing hold of her wrists..Sabre lifted the curvaceous crusader's arms above her head as he pinned her against a wall. He pressed his strong chest against her great breasts unwillingly. Barely covered by her flimsy, translucent black silk bra.. Shazzan's big breasts were further aroused by contact with Sabre's chest.


�Tell me, who are you�� whispered Sabre, strangely drawn to the scantily clad heroine. He watched her head sway from side to side as she struggled to resist the sexual feelings being aroused in her great breasts by contact with Sabre's chest. Behind the white slits of her black silk mask... Princess Jadra's dark brown eyes were fluttering as she fought to stay awake.


"M-My name is Shazzan�I�m..the Heroine of Arabia.." moaned Shazzan softly. Her dark brown nipples hardening from the rubbing of the stranger. �Sabre�.is my name�� said the young swordsma, suddenly kissing her. He pressed his body against Shazzan's and dropped her arms..which somehow found their way to his neck.


However unknown to the young masked adventurers..one of Jaffah's female informants was watching them from the shadows of a nearby sidestreet. "The Master will pay me well for this information..." thought the informant as she made her way undetected towards Jaffah's mansion.


Two days later. Royal Palace, Riyadh. Midnight.


Clad in nothing save a gold sequined pair of panties...Princess Jadra slept peacefully in the massive bed in her private chambers. She lay on her back..her arms stretched behind her head...her large breasts rising and falling slowly under the covers...with every breath she took. However as the gorgeous young Arabian princess slept..a voice called to her using the night air as its medium.


"Shazzan...Shazzan..Come.." beckoned the voice repeatedly. Jadra's dark brown eyes snapped open and she sat up in her bed. "Some strange voice is calling to me..I am not sure what it could mean..but I must change into Shazzan and find out!" said the princess as she slipped out of bed. Standing in the centre of her chambers...Jadra concentrated as she cried "O' Mighty Shazzan" to transform into the sensuous and super-powered Heroine of Arabia.


Minutes later..Shazzan was flying high over the rooftops of Riadyh as she searched for the source of the strange voice that she heard. "Shazzan...Shazzan..Come.." beckoned the mysterious voice to the buxom Arabian superwoman. Jadra's eyes narrowed behind the white slits of her black silk mask as she spotted lighted torches illuminating the second floor of Jaffah's mansion.


"The voice..it seems to be coming from the house of Jaffah...could that Sabre character be involved in this?" wondered Shazzan as she eased her magic carpet in for a landing on the second floor terrace of the mansion. Ity had taken nearly all of her will power to escape from him after he dazed her by grazing her breasts with his sword.


Alighting from her carpet, the beautiful Heroine of Arabia sauntered bravely through the open doorway in front of her. She found herself in a lavishly decorated living room..and facing Jaffah himself. The Sultan's political and security adviser was clad in flowing red and black silk robes.


This also afforded Jaffah his first look at the sensuous Heroine of Arabia. The reports about her were not exaggerated. He carefully studied the smooth texture of her light brown skin, the radiant glow of her short and thick raven hair, the gold bracelets on her wrists, gold bangles above her ankles and the golden belt around her waist.


However it was her amazing body..curvaceous and muscular..which interested him. As Jaffah cast his eyes across the massive mounds of Shazzan's chest and the flimsy nature of the heroine's attire..recalling the information he received two days earlier..he knew his plan would succeed.


"Ah!..the mighty Shazzan!..Long have I heard of your exploits against evildoers in Arabia..To what do I owe the honor and pleasure of the visit of such a powerful and beautiful woman to my home?" asked the wily adviser with a smile on his face. As he spoke..the young Arabian superwoman detected something in his voice. She immediately assumed a heroine stance..with her hands resting on either side of her small, shapely waist..her long, muscular legs spread slightly apart and her great breasts pushed forward.


"You may save your flattery for the Sultan's court Jaffah!! I have learnt that YOU have been giving the brigands information about the secret routes which the merchant caravans travel..information which only you as adviser to the Sultan would know!!..I am here to arrest you for your crimes!!" declared Shazzan with confidence.


"A noble speech Shazzan..but I am afraid it is one which you will not be able to carry out.." replied Jaffah smugly. "I am Shazzan..Heroine of Arabia..there is nothing you can do to stop me!" laughed Princess Jadra as she stood her ground..five feet away from the traitorous adviser."Feel your young nipples become hard Shazzan..the hands of men touch your mighty breasts..they explore the thick forest you conceal beneath your underwear...You are becoming tired Shazzan..too tired to remain awake..Sleep..sleep..sleep.." chanted Jaffah in soft soothing tones an an eerie glow in his grey eyes.


The inexperienced, naive and overconfident Arabian superwoman responded to the trap set out by her older adversary. "Moons of Muhammad!!!...My nipples!..Aahh...they become aroused under my black silk bra!...they are responding..to the sound of your..Oooo...soothing voice Jaffah.." confessed Princess Jadra as the outline of her dark brown nipples became increasingly visible on the thin fabric of her bra. The Arabian superwoman wanted to charge her foe..but some strange force had trapped her in her heroic pose as Jaffah continued to repeat this chant.


Shazzan's short, thick raven tresses flailed as she shook her head from side to side..attempting to fight the unknown force which Jaffah was successfully using against her. Behind the white slits of her black silk mask..Jadra's dark brown eyes were losing the battle to remain open. She looked down at her amazing cleavage to see her nipples starting to poke through her bra and the outline of her erotic bare feet becoming increasingly blurred.


Jaffah approached the dazed Shazzan and gently pulled down her black silk bra..revealing the massive mounds of the 18-year-old Arabian warrior woman's chest. Shazzan could do nothing but watch as the Sultan's evil adviser..raised his hands to cup each of her large breasts. His calloused thumbs expertly fondled the hardening dark brown nipples of the buxom Arabian crusader causing her to drift closer and closer towards unconsciousness.


Shazzan raised her head and looked into the eyes of the taller and older Jaffah as his thumbs encircled her well-rounded, dark brown nipples and puffy areolas..lulling them into a sleepy and sexy stupor. While part of her wanted to resist..a larger part of her yearned for her to submit to the evil adviser's will.


"Unuhhhh..want to stop you Jaffah..but..Oooohhhh..your hands bring such pleasure to my breasts..they feel so weak...so aroused..so at peace..my breasts..never been touched by men...my powers..my strength...fading...your magic..is too powerful..I cannot stop you..from making me become..tired...weak..helpless..." cooed the beautiful Arabian superwoman in a faint and sleepy voice. Behind the white slits of her black silk mask..Princess Jadra's dark brown eyes were heavy, dim and glazed with sleep.


As he made Shazzan's soft, dark brown nipples glossy and harder than steel..Jaffah gazed down with satisfaction at the sleepy Heroine of Arabia. He removed his hands from her amazing chest and stepped back.


"You are now under the control of a special sleep spell Shazzan..it turns the strengths of its victims into their greatest weakness..it exposes their most intimate secrets and turns it against them..for all your mighty powers young woman..you must become weak and tired once a man touches your great breasts..your young nipples are now harder than the diamond in the Sultan's turban..You are under my control Shazzan..you must do whatever I order!" said Jaffah in an authoritative voice.


"Yes...I..I am your slave...Jaffah is the master of my breasts..master of my nipples..You make them so weak..so tired...have never experienced such pleasure before...I am so tired...want to sleep...I must obey you..." replied the sleepy and hypnotised Heroine of Arabia. At that moment..Jaffah's servant..a hunchbacked bald man named Tareeq...entered the room. Jaffah's pet parrot..Gazeer.. was perched on his left shoulder. Tareeq drooled on himself as he gazed upon the massive mounds of Shazzan's naked chest as she stood powerless before his master.


"It is done Master..I have sent word for the constables to come here at the hour you have instructed.." reported Tareeq. "Excellent..then we must prepare for the next stage of my plan.." said Jaffah to his servant. Turning to the sleepy and enslaved Shazzan...Jaffah spoke again. "You shall have your rest foolish young female..I command you to remove your belt and underwear...and to sleep in my bed.." commanded the evil adviser.


"Yes..remove belt..remove underwear..sleep in yor bed..." replied the hypnotised Arabian superwoman as she unfastened her golden belt and let it fall to the floor near her erotic bare feet. She then proceeded to slip her black silk panties down her large thighs, strong calves and off of her feet. This afforded Jaffah and Tareeq a good look at the dense patch of black pubic hair between Shazzan's muscular thighs.


"Come Shazzan..it is time for you to sleep..." gloated Jaffah as he walked towards his bedroom and the beautiful Heroine of Arabia followed obediently. Tareeq hobbled ahead of his master and Shazzan. Reaching under his brown cloak..the servant pulled our a jar that was filled with a strange, sweet-smelling oil. He poured this oil all over the satin bedsheets..allowing it to soak into every inch of the mattress.


Tareeq placed the parrot Gazeer on a wooden perch overlooking the bed. He stood beside Jaffah and watched as the sleepy and hypnotised Shazzan slowly lay atop the mattress and rested her head on the thick pillow at the top of the bed. "You are yourself again Shazzan!" sneered Jaffah as he snapped the fingers of his right hand to terminate the trance he had placed the buxom Arabian superwoman in.


"Ohhh..Where am I?..How did I come to be here?..my clothes!...They have been removed!" said Shazzan in alarm as she realised where she was. "No need for concern my dear girl..you will rest now!" gloated Jaffah..announcing his presence. Princess Jadra turned her head to see Jaffah and Tareeq standing at the beside. Her dark brown eyes blazed with anger behind the white slits of her black silk mask.


"Jaffah!..You villain!!..You shall face my wrath for this!!" cried Shazzan as she started to get up. "Shazzan sleep..Her nipples hard...very hard..Shazzan breasts weak..Shazzan think of sex..Shazzan think of sleep..No escape..Shazzan..sleep..sleep..sleep..sleep..sleep..sleep..sleep..sleep.." chirped the parrot Gazeer. "Unuhhhhh!!!..Moons of Muhammad...even the mocking of a mere parrot..it causes my nipples to harden...becoming so tired...so weak.." moaned the sensuous Heroine of Arabia as her curvaceous body collapsed on to the mattress.


At that signal...Tareeq draped the oil-soaked sheets over the captive Shazzan..covering her up to her broad and muscular shoulders. Jaffah smiled as he saw Princess Jadra's nipples immediately become visible under the sheets.


"Ooooo..strange oil..has been soaked into bedsheets...dampening my breasts..my nipples..becoming so relaxed...Oooohhh...my powers..abandon me...I am tired..so very tired..." sighed Shazzan as her head rolled from side to side atop the thick pillow it was resting upon. The bedsheets felt as heavy as lead..there was no way for the sensuous Heroine of Arabia to throw them off her body.


Jaffah and Tareeq watched Shazzan's great breasts rise and fall slowly under the sheets as the special oil sapped them of their strength. The Arabian superwoman's arms and legs were eventually still as their muscles were saturated by the strange oil. "It has worked Master..the Chloro Oil has tamed the mountains of the masked woman's chest!" said Tareeq with glee.


"Yes...now we must make our guest comfortable..for the arrival of the constables.." grinned Jaffah. "No!..lured me here..into your trap..to frame me for your crimes..." blurted the weakened Heroine of Arabia. "You are correct dear girl..but even one as powerful as you cannot stop me.." sneered Jaffah.


"You will not succeed Jaffah!...I will stop you!..I will bring you to justice..I..HMMBLMMM!!!!" cried Shazzan as Tareeq smothered her face with a thick cushion. In her directing her fury at Jaffah..the curvaceous crusader had forgotten all about his servant. "Now you sleep..big breasted girl!!" snarled Tareeq as he pressed both of his hands down on the cushion to keep it planted on the Arabian superwoman's face.


"HHMMBLMMM!!!!..MMBLMMM!!!..MMPHHH!!!..MMPHMM!!!..MMMMM!!!!" screamed Shazzan into the cushion as she shook her head furiously from side to side..in a futile effort to remove the cushion. The purpose of the cushion quickly became clear to the sexy Heroine of Arabia.


"Uhuhhhh..more of that chloro-oil..soaked into the cushion...Unnhhh..thoughts of that masked bandit..Sabre..playing with my breasts..stroking my nipples..Ahhh..his hands feel so good on my breasts...Jaffah is a cunning adversary...I must accept defeat at his hands..." sighed Shazzan into the cushion


"Mmmmmmmmm.." Jaffah and Tareeq heard the beauteous Arabian superwoman moan into the cushion as her resistance finally crumbled and she was lulled into unconsciousness. As Tareeq removed the cushion from her beautiful face...Shazzan's head rolled to the right side of the pillow. They watched her great breasts..their hardened nipples outlined on the oil-soaked bedsheets..rise and fall slowly under the covers as she slept.


"Sleep peacefully Shazzan..You shall awake in the presence of the Sultan..implicated in crimes against the Kingdom of Arabia.." gloated Jaffah as he left the room and headed towards his carriage that was waiting outside to take him to his new hideout.


to be continued...