Shazzan, Heroine of Arabia in Chamber of Eternal Sleep

Ancient Arabia.

From the balcony of her private chambers in the Royal Palace... heiress to the throne of the Kingdom of Arabia...Princess Jadra watched the welcoming procession in the streets below.
Clad in a flowing blue silk dress which offered only a hint of the incredible body she concealed underneath..the 18-year old Arabian princess watched the procession of horsemen from far away lands enter the gates of the palace. They were here on the invitation of her father..the aged Sultan of Arabia..to participate in the Kingdom's celebrated annual horse race across the vast desert west to the finishing point at the Red Sea which bordered the Kingdom's eastern border. As she watched the procession..Jadra felt a strange tingle in her nipples as she watched one of the riders. He was a cowboy from the plains of America..riding atop a strange multicolored horse.

Apoo..science advisor to the Sultan..entered the Princess' chamber and bowed as he announced his presence. "You summoned your Highness..?" asked Apoo. "Yes Apoo...I wish to commend you on your timely intervention in sending the Palace Guards to the oasis...the allies of Jaffah are very clever...when I changed to Shazzan to participate in the festival..to
demonstrate my strength to the people..they had laid a trap for me...the oils they used on my breasts were very effective...they exploited my sexual inexperience and I had no choice but to allow them to put me to sleep..." replied the Princess..who secretly battled the forces of evil as a scantily-clad masked superwoman.

Jaffah...was a former chief counsel to her father the Sultan..but was in league with the enemies of the Arabian Kingdom...as well as experienced in the practice of the black arts of magic. In her guise as SHAZZAN, HEROINE OF ARABIA... Jaffah was her arch nemesis..who kept conjuring up ways to arouse the princess' virgin breasts..weakening her powers and lulling her into unconsciousness. "I continue to advise caution Princess...Jaffah will not rest until the Kingdom is his...and Shazzan is the main obstacle to him achieving that goal.." said Apoo. "I heed your warning Apoo..now we must join father and his guests...it is good that for now..Jaffah and his minions have not shown themselves...but when they do..I shall be ready for them..as Shazzan..." vowed Jadra as they left her chambers.

Thousands of miles away from the splendor of the capital of the Arabian Kingdom...hidden in the desert...was the secret lair of the disgraced Lord Jaffah...once the key adviser to the Sultan..now for--d to hide in the wastelands...thanks to the exploits of the masked, scantily clad heroine known as Shazzan..who was secretly the Sultan's daughter..the Princess Jadra.
Seated alone in his throne room...Jaffah slowly sipped wine from a goblet..while his faithful parrot Gazeer sat on his perch nearby. "Once again Gazeer...the chance to seize control of the Kingdom eludes me...those fools I hired to capture that big breasted masked wench..the one known throughout the land as SHAZZAN...have failed me.." fumed the evil Arabian lord.

"Shazzan sleep...her nipples hard..make breasts weak...Shazzan sleep..." chirped the parrot.
"Indeed my friend...for all the times she has thwarted my plans...Shazzan has no defence against the touch of men's hands on her breasts...there must be a way to make her sleep for eternity..." said Jaffah. As he said those words...a carrier pigeon..with a note attached to its right leg flew into the lair and landed on his chair. Jaffah took the note..unravelled it and read its contents. His eyes lit up with evil intent as his mind processed what the message was from his spies in the Arabian capital city of Riadyh.

"So the Sultan brings riders from distant lands to participate in his horse race...riders who are ambassaors to nations allied to the Kingdom of Arabia..and riders who come from nations who wish relations with us...were something to happen to any of these riders..the Sultan would be held responsible..and this could threaten his reign..this is the opportunity which we have been awaiting..the gods have delivered to us..the best opportunity to seize the Kingdom..and destroy its champion Shazzan in one fell swoop.." declared Jaffah as he stood up. An evil plan now taking shape within his mind.

Layla, Arabian desert.

From her quarters inside the Sultan's tent...Princess Jadra watched as the riders left their tents and made their way towards the starting line. Jadra could feel a tingle of warmth in her nipples..beneath her green silk dress as she watched the cowboy Clint Carson..mounted atop his mustang Chicago ride along with the horsemen from other Middle Eastern nations. He was rugged..unlike any Arabian man she had ever encountered..and the only other man who could make her feel attracted to him...apart from the masked swordsman named Sabre.
The Arabian Princess heard the horns blow to signal the start of the race..followed by the thunderous sounds of horses' hooves as the riders rode off into the desert.

"Father will never admit that he is worried that brigands loyal to the evil Lord Jaffah may try to disrupt the horse race to the Red Sea...as Princess to the Throne...I am forbidden to participate in the race...but that will not stop me...I must shed these confining clothes and follow the race as..SHAZZAN..HEROINE OF ARABIA.." resolved Jadra. Revealing a golden amulet which she always carried around her neck..but kept it hidden from view...the Arabian princess uttered a magical chant which she had known since she was a child. "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.The gold bangles above her ankles jingled slightly...her large brown breasts swaying sexually with each step her sexy bare feet made across the sand.

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 sexy Heroine of Arabia flew away from the camp as she followed the horse riders on their western journey. Jadra sighed with pleasure as she felt the wind brushing against her exposed body as she flew on her magic carpet. "Father would certainly not approve of me exposing my body like this as I battle those who would threaten to undermine the Kingdom of Arabia and harm its people...Father has no idea of what I do when I am not Princess Jadra.." thought Shazzan to herself.

After seeing that some of the horse riders were proceeding to the midway part of the race unimpeded...Shazzan flew off to see how the American cowboy Clint Carson was doing. She found him riding amongst some rocky bluffs on his loyal mustang Chicago. "For someone who does not know the desert..He is doing quite well.." thought Jadra as she did her best to dispel sexual thoughts about the handsome cowboy. Those thoughts were removed when she saw a flash of light from one of the bluffs which Carson was now approaching. "Moons of Muhammad!!..There..that reflection of light..coming from that bluff..Brigands loyal to Jaffah lie in wait of the cowboy...Jaffah's minions will soon learn the error of their ways.." vowed Shazzan as she descended towards the ambushers.

Flexing her large thighs..the alluring Arabian superwoman leapt from her magic carpet into the midst of the sword-wielding band of brigands. "Aiee!!...Defend yourselves brothers!..the big breasted one named Shazzan has discovered us!!" cried one brigand as he drew his sword."You foolish brigands dare to attack a visitor to the Kingdom of Arabia?!..Behold my great strength and warrior skills you evil brigand!" quipped Jadra as she drove the ball of her right foot solidly into his jaw...dropping him to the ground. Skillfully blocking the sword strikes of another brigand who rushed in to attack her...Shazzan countered by driving the ball of her left foot hard into his groin. As he dropped to the ground...she leapt over his falling form..driving the balls of her sexy bare feet into the chest of a third bandit.

However as the beauteous Arabian superwoman battled two more brigands...one of the men she had dispatched earlier in the fight..reached into the saddle bag that hung on the left side of his horse. He pulled out a gleaming black sphere from the saddle bag and returned to the battle..as Shazzan felled one brigand with a right fist to the jaw and incapacitated the second brigand with a left hand chop to his throat. He hurled it towards the unsuspecting Heroine of Arabia..whose back was turned to him. The sphere landed between Shazzan's outstretched muscular legs..shattering on impact..releasing a cloud of steam.

"Ohhh!!..Who dares to attack Shazzan?!" cried Princess Jadra in alarm as she spun around on the balls of her sexy bare feet..her slender muscled arms flung up in the air...to face the new threat which now opposed her. However before the beauteous Arabian superwoman could get an answer to that question...she became aware that the battle had now decisively turned in favour of her enemies...as the strange steam released from the shattered sphere bathed every inch of her curvaceous and muscular brown body..barely concealed by her black silk bra and panties.

"Uuuhhhh...some kind of strange liquid...bathes my breasts..it is making my nipples..Uuhh..
..become aroused...thoughts of men..touching my breasts..fondling my nipples...in my head
...Moons of Muhammad....it is making me..feel tired..so tired...I..cannot stay..awake..you...
..you..evil brigands..." confessed Shazzan as her brown eyes fluttered in the slits of the black silk mask which stretched across the upper part of her beautiful face..and she swayed drunkenly from side to side across the sand.

To be continued

I really enjoy your stories, but I have an idea that might help your variety. Every story seems to have the same KO method, where the Heroine is knocked out by having her breasts rubbed. It just seems to me that a woman would become stimulated by having a man touch her breast, and not sedated.

However, if that's your thing then so be it, but I would like to see more variety. Maybe an occassional head KO, or a blow dart in the rear, or a cloth over the mouth, or a sleeper hold, or a gas grenade, or getting trapped in a hole filled with gas, or maybe caught in a net, where the villain sprays a KO mist at her face.

I hope you don't mind these remarks, because they are merely suggestions to make great tales even better.

Chloromaiden

Chloromaiden

Thanks for your comments and suggestions. Feel free to email me at brad-chung89@hotmail.com. I liked your Casanova story. Let's share ideas

BC