Britannia in A Christmas Capture

London, England.
Christmas Eve. 6 pm

Leah Havenloft looked out of the window of her flat on the sprawling campus grounds of Oxford University as a light snowfall covered the ground outside. Dressed in a grey wool sweater and matching sweat pants...the 19-year old daughter of British aristocrat Lord Michael Havenloft..was deep in thought.

Though she was supposed to be at a Christmas party at a friend's home in a few hours..to meet up with her childhood friend Emile Chaval...Leah had other thoughts on her mind. She cast a glance across at a nearby table where her purse was..the tiara of Boudicca...the ancient warrior queen of Britain.. partly visible.

No one knew that the flame-haired heiress was secretly the masked British superheroine known as BRITANNIA...or that once she donned the ordinary looking tiara..she turned into the busty British Bombshell to fight the criminal elements in the United Kingdom or elsewhere as she recalled from her most recent adventure in Guyana.

As Leah watched the snowflakes gently falling outside her window..she remembered how Emile..a sergeant with the Royal Marines was part of a special military team which was put together to rescue her and some other super-powered women who had been captured and taken to neighbouring Suriname. It was during that adventure as Britannia..she felt herself experiencing different feelings for Emile.

For years as children..and teenagers..they had been best friends..his father being the chauffeur of her father and one of his most trusted aides. Now Leah wondered if it was possible that there could be something more between them. Then she glanced in the direction of Boudicca's tiara which enabled her to change into Britannia to defeat the forces of evil wherever they arose to threaten innocent people. This was her new mission ever since she was chosen by the ancient warrior queen's spirit to wear the ancient tiara.

"Ohh..This is a problem which all of Britannia's powers can't solve..Oh how do I tell Emile how I feel about him?..Does he feel the same way about me?..I saw the way he looked at me as Britannia..Does he love her more?..Ohh..It's so complicated.." groaned Leah in frustration. Checking the clock on the wall of her posh flat..Leah gasped when she saw what the time was. "I'm supposed to meet Emile at a Christmas party at the Opera House..one of father's favorite charities...but I also have to find out who's behind the mysterious thefts of ancient manuscripts from museums in other parts of Britain..I have to catch whoever the thief is and then get to the party to meet Emile.."resolved Leah as she picked up the tiara and placed it on her head.

That simple act initiated an amazing transformation. In a flash of light..her sweater and baggy sweat pants were gone. The young heiress was now dressed in a tight-fitting glossy leotard, in the colours of the British flag. The front of the leotard dropped in a long V down to just below her belly-button, revealing much of the curves of her enormous cleavage which she normally kept hidden under baggy and conservative attire. To prevent her breasts from escaping during any significant exercise..as was the case when she was fighting criminals.. a thin gold chain linked the material covering her breasts at the level of her nipples.

The leotard dropped away at the back..highlighting her milky-white, flawless skin. On her legs she wore black translucent pantyhose, and dark blue leather boots that came to just below her knees. Around her head..she wore the tiara of the ancient warrior queen of Britain..Boudicca..from which she received the source of her super powers. Her green eyes peered through the slits of a blue mask which stretched across the top of her beautiful face that was framed by her fiery red tresses which cascaded from the top of her head on to her shoulders. Slipping out of her flat unnoticed..the busty British superwoman was on the move searching for the criminal who was stealing ancient manuscripts from museums.

As Leah Havenloft..the flame-haired heroine had discovered that the thefts were occurring in a particular pattern which the police had been unable to detect. It was this pattern which now saw Britannia sprinting up the snow-covered steps of the British Museum of Natural History which was located three blocks away from Leah's flat near Oxford University. The busty heroine's suspicions were confirmed by the fact that the front door was slightly ajar. "The thief is getting careless..Thinking the police won't catch him..Britannia will..and then I can change back into Leah Havenloft and meet Emile at the Opera House..." thought the British Bombshell to herself as she boldly entered the museum. From behind a large Christmas tree in the manuscript section of the museum..she spotted a familiar figure. Determined to end this caper quickly..Leah stepped into the open and announced her presence.

"Rufus Twiddle!...The Toy Master!..Why am I not surprised to find out that it's you behind these thefts..and so soon after you were released from prison.. Stop what you're doing and surrender peacefully..I've got better things to do with my time that spending it with the likes of you.." declared Britannia as she assumed her heroic pose. Her hands on her shapely hips..her shapely legs spread slightly apart and her enormous bust thrust towards the elderly villain with confidence. Toy Master grinned as he held an ancient Arabic papyrus scroll in his hands..having just removed it from its display case. "I think you need to get into the spirit of the season.."remarked a 50-year old man with thining gray hair..dressed in a suit which looked like an exact replica of the attire of the Mad Hatter from Alice in Wonderland.

Before Leah could act..Toy Master pulled out a handheld device from his jacket and pressed a button in the middle of it. From a Christmas tree located to his left..artificial pine needles shot towards the unsuspecting British superwoman who allowed them to bounce off her huge bust and fall to the floor. "You're losing your touch Twiddle..and wasting my time..Now it's my turn.." quipped Leah as she walked towards the Toy Master. However within a matter of seconds..Britannia felt her head begin to spin..her eyelids growing heavier in the slits of her mask..her arms and legs becoming heavy as lead.
"Uuuhhhh...feel so sleepy...the needles...some kind of drug..also making..my nipples...get..hh..hhaa..rrdd..feeling..so..dizzy.." groaned Leah as she staggered backwards into the large Christmas tree behind her.As the beauteous British superwoman collapsed against the large tree..some of the strings of lights and tinsle that were wrapped around its branches..now wrapped around her arms and legs..strapping her with her back.

"No..Whaat's haappening..haave..tooo..geett..freeee..." moaned Britannia as the effects of the drug in her system grew stronger and stronger. As Leah struggled to get free..more tinsle pushed its way under her leotard..exposing her breasts and wrapping itself around her milky white mounds.
"Ooohhh..Whaattt's happeeening..have to gettt..freee..before..Ahhh..Ahhh..Ahhh.." gasped Britannia as more of the Toy Master's tinsle found its way into her costume..and started to probe her vagina...while the tinsle around her breasts..started brushing her light brown nipples back and forth.

The lights which were entwined around her arms and legs started to pulse in a rhythmic frequency..sending waves of sexual stimulation throughout Leah's entire body. "Aahhhh...Aahhhh...Aahhhh...Aaahhhhh.." moaned the flame-haired heroine as she writhed helplessly and in futility to break the restraints of the Toy Master's ingenuous Christmas tree. As the electric pulses rippled throughout her body..Leah felt her nipples and her clit becoming harder with each brush..each probe of the special tinsle.

"You are as foolish as ever Britannia..I laid a trail of bread crumbs which I knew that you would follow...My employers are paying me handsomely to bring the manuscripts to them..however defeating you..humiliating you for what you did to me...I consider that to be my Christmas bonus..You're present to me...Struggle all you want lass...but you know what's going to happen to you now..." laughed the Toy Master. Britannia had no witty reply to give the Toy Master who had clearly outwitted her and lured her into his trap.

Her green eyes barely open in the slits of the blue mask which stretched across her face..Leah became dimly aware of her nipples being rubbed into hardness by the tinsle and the growing dampness between her thighs as the same tinsle probed her vagina..over..and over..and over. "Emile...have to get..to him..I..I..I..can't..Aahhhh...Aahhhh..Ahhhhhh...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.."
cooed Britannia. Her head falling between her enormous cleavage as a massive orgasm exploded between her thighs..sending her hurtling into unconsciousness.

To be continued