Lioness and the Slaves of New York

Luanda, Central Africa. Present day
6 pm

The call to evening prayers echoed through the streets of Luanda City, the ancient capital of the Central African nation of Luanda. Sitting on a hilltop overlooking the city, the call could be heard within the hallowed halls of the Royal Palace. From the balcony of her chambers, Princess Leona heard the ancient calls and recalled many memories she had as a child. The 28-year-old princess was a tall woman with a curvaceous and athletic figure. She had long thick black hair which she usually kept tied in a thick bun and wore gold hoop earrings.

Dressed in a flowing green satin dress and sandals, Leona reflected upon those childhood memories as she watched the sun set behind the mountains to the west of Luanda City. Her thoughts were interrupted by a voice behind her.

"Aunt Leona! Aunt Leona!" cried a 14-year-old boy cas he entered the chamber. "Kip!..What a pleasant surprise!" replied Leona as she turned around and warmly embraced her nephew as he approached her. "I trust you have a similar greeting for me" an older man in the uniform of the Luandan Army stated as he entered the room. "Of course big brother" Leona said as she embraced and kissed Crown Prince Simba, a colonel in the Luandan Army. "You had a good time with your grandfather?" she asked the boy. "Yes I did..I just wish we did'nt have to go tomorrow" Kip replied sadly and bowed his head. Princess Leona and Prince Simba exchanged knowing looks. She knelt beside her nephew and lifted his eyes to meet her own. "Kip is still unhappy about my being assigned as security chief to our mission in New York" said Simba.

"You should not be sad Kip..You may be miles away..but Luanda is part of you..You will never be apart from it.." Leona told him, placing her right hand atop his heart. Kip smiled and hugged her tightly while Simba smiled at this sight. "Now run along to the stables..I'm sure you can have a ride on the grounds of the palace.." Leona told her nephew. Kip nodded and ran out of the chamber. "It never ceases to amaze me how much he loves you Leona..Since his mother died.." Simba thought as he gazed towards the twinkling lights of Luanda City.

"You did a good job raising him Simba..You cannot have regrets" Leona assured him, placing her right hand on his left shoulder. The Crown Prince turned round to gaze into the dark brown eyes of his younger sister. "I shall miss you sister.." he whispered,cupping her face in his hands. "And I you..brother.." Leona replied, placing her hands on his. They then turned to gaze upon the lights of their nation's capital, just as they did when they were children.

Miles away in New York City, sinister plans were being hatched in a posh loft in Lower East Manhattan. Standing in front of the loft's only window, a silver-haired white man garbed in a black trenchcoat watched the passengers alight from a subway train which rolled into a nearby station. He then turned to face the other persons who were assembled in the loft with him. "Is everything ready?" the man asked. "Yes sir..Everything is set.." one of his subordinates replied."Good..I need not remind you gentlemen about the importance of the success of this mission..Properly marketed..This can be a gold mine" gloated the silver-haired man and proceeded to outline the details of his operation to the persons with him.

The following morning, a Lear jet bearing the royal seal of the Kingdom of Luanda arrived at John F Kennedy Airport in New York. The plane taxied towards a hangar where a limousine and two cars were parked and a group of people waited. Crown Prince Simba was the first to alight followed by his son Kip. An elderly Luandan woman dressed in a thick overcoat, gloves and boots approached them and bowed. "Welcome to New York your Highness..I am Uri Ukura..aide to the Luandan Mission at the United Nations..Ambassador M'Baka sends his greetings and asked me to escort you and your son to your new diplomatic quarters" she stated. "Thank you Miss Ukura..Kip and I are eager to get settled..Lead the way" Simba replied as he walked towards the limousine with Kip at his side. Kip made no response and took a casual interest in his new surroundings. Unknown to the Luandan party, a figure hidden on a nearby rooftop took great interest in them, shooting several photos of Prince Simba and Kip with his camera. The unknown figure took a special interest in the boy.

Two days later.

Across the Atlantic Ocean, on the continent of Africa, night fell over Luanda once again. Princess Leona stared at the night lights of the city from the balcony of her chambers. "Another day is over..and another night begins" mused the Princess as she walked towards her bedroom. Placing her hand on a special part of the wall.. Leona pressed a secret panel which allowed her access to a hidden room in her chambers. Inside this room..a sleeveless leotard and cowl fashioned from a lion's pelt..a lion skin belt hung.. a pair of ivory bracelets and a pair of ivory bangles lay on a table in the middle of the room.

Princess Leona stepped inside, slowly removing her nightrobe to reveal the athletic and sensuous ebony body it concealed. She removed her earrings and set them on the table. Removing the clips from her her hair, Leona allowed her black tresses to cascade down her neck and on to her naked shoulders. She meticulously slipped the into the lion skin leotard which highlighted her large, firm breasts, her flat abdomen, her slender muscled arms and legs. The belt bearing the sacred Lion Talisman was slipped around her curvy waist. The ivory bracelets adorned the African princess' wrists while the bangles were attached just above her ankles. Reaching for the lion skin cowl, Leona slipped it over her head. The cowl's yellow eye slits shielded her dark brown eyes from harm and simultaneously concealed her identity as the Crown Princess of Luanda. A pair of lion ears pricked up atop the cowl.

"Time for me to hunt evildoers as the Lioness!" resolved the Luandan Princess. Strolling towards an adjacent wall, the African Adventuress flipped a hiddent switch which opened a secret passageway that would take her out of the palace. While traffic and pedestrians moved through the streets of Luanda City.. no one detected the movement of a shapely silhouette across the rooftops of the buildings nearby. The Lioness' black hair flowed freely through the breeze and her incredible breasts bobbed beneath her leotard with every step she took. Flexing her mighty thighs and pressing the soles of her bare feet against the cold concrete.. Lioness leapt into the air. Every muscle on her sensuous body accentuated as she somersaulted through the air. She landed on the balls of her feet with her arms outstretched.

"Father would be angry if he knew I was running around Luanda City like this..but this is my duty..to protect the people of Luanda from evil..just as mother used to" smiled Leona mused as she made her way towards her destination. Going down on all fours..her muscles tensed and her large breasts swaying slowly under her leotard... Lioness crept slowly towards the edge of a rooftop in a poverty-stricken suburb of the city. Squatting low to avoid detection, her yellow eyes stared intently through the skylight of a warehouse. Lioness' large ebony bust rose and fell slowly beneath her leotard as her enhanced vision and hearing detected the heat presence of nine men within the warehouse.

As heiress to the Luandan Throne.. Princess Leona received regular security updates from the country's intelligence agency. One such report suggested there was an arms smuggling ring active in the country. Unknown to her father King Luaga..or anyone else..Leona donned the guise of the Lioness to track down all evildoers in Luanda and bring them to justice. The African Adventuress listened intently as the deal went down in the warehouse. "Do you have the merchandise?" one man asked gruffly. "It is all here..Do you have the money?" another man responded in similar fashion. Leona inhaled sharply as she instantly recognised the voices. The first belonged to Sekoo Bastain, a former Luandan Army Captain, dishonorably discharged for suspected treason while the other belonged to Muhammad Islaq, an arms smuggler wanted in several African nations.

"Bastain is in league with Islaq.. I must.." thought Lioness as she planned a course of action. Suddenly, she detected movement behind her. Whirling around, she floored an approaching guard with a right sweepkick. As the guard fell to the ground as the ball of the Lioness' right foot hit him in the jaw but he fired a single round from his Uzi into the air. Down below in the warehouse, Bastain and Islaq turned their attention towards the skylight. "We have been discovered!" Bastain growled as he pulled out his pistol. "Load the truck..We must escape!!" Islaq ordered his six subordinates.

Minutes later, shards of glass rained down into the warehouse as the Lioness crashed through the skylight and descended into the midst of her foes. Landing on the balls of her feet, the heroine sprang towards one of Bastain's guards and felled him with a left hand karate chop to the throat. Flipping over his falling form with uncanny agility..Leona drove her feet solidly into the gut of another guard and he was sent hurtling into a pile of wooden crates which crashed to the ground, spilling the AK-47 rifles they contained. "Butchers!!..You would use these against the innocent people of Luanda?!!" declared the Lioness. The sight of the heroine's yellow eyes blazing angrily in the darkness momentarily shocked her opponents before they opened up with a rapid salvo of gunfire. With uncanny agility, the African Adventuress skillfully somersaulted out of the way to evade the hail of bullets which screamed past her shapely form.

Metal crates were hastily tossed into a parked flatbed truck by three arms smugglers. "Let's go!..Let's go!" Muhammad Islaq scolded his men. "You will not escape the wrath of the Lioness!" declared buxom African super beauty as she raced towards the truck. "Stop that womam!" Islaq snarled as he ran towards the cab of the truck with two of his men. Lioness drove the ball of her left foot hard into the jaw of the first arms smuggler who dared to oppose her. His eyes rolled up in his head as he slumped to the ground.

Staring lustily at the African beauty's fabulous breasts, another smuggler drew his knife and lunged at her. "You will not defeat me that easily!" Lioness quipped as she sidestepped his attack and countered with a right jab to the face.

A left roundhouse kick easily dispatched the final two arms smugglers. The sound of the truck's engine rumbling to life caught the Lioness' attention and she turned to see the truck pull away from her and speed towards the exit of the warehouse. "They are trying to escape with their illegal cargo..I cannot let them escape!" said Lioness and raced after the speeding truck which knocked down several rotting wooden crates and old rusty oil drums in its path. Muhammad Islaq was shocked at the heroine's speed. "What manner of woman is this?!" he gasped as he watched the Lioness closing in on them. Every muscle on her curvaceous body tensed with effort.. her large breasts swaying from side to side under her lionskin leotard.

Focused on the arms smugglers' truck, Leona had forgotten all about Sekoo Bastain. While his conscripts had fled the scene after being thrashed by the heroine, the former soldier was determined not to be bested by a scantily-clad woman in a mask. Opening a metal case, Bastain pulled out a grenade launcher and loaded it. Raising the target sight, he took aim at the Lioness as she raced after Islaq and his men. "This will end your interference woman..!" snarled Bastain. The former army captain pulled the trigger and felt the weapon buck as its projectile was dispatched.

Lioness was within striking distance of the speeding truck when her enhanced hearing detected the incoming rocket-propelled missile. Her dark brown eyes widened behind the yellow slits of her cowl, as she spotted the grenade hurtling towards her. "A missile coming towards me!..Taken by surprise!!..No time to move.!!" cried Lioness as she halted in mid-stride..as the missile exploded on the ground at her feet..

"UUNNHHH!!!" groaned Lioness as the force of the blast sent her hurtling into a towering pile of old oil drums which came crashing down on top of and around her.

Islaq' truck sped down a sidestreet adjacent to the warehouse. "That masked woman may have cost me money tonight but she is no more now" he thought as he started to plan the departure of his merchandise from Luanda to one of his secret hideouts. Sekoo Bastain discarded his grenade launcher and dashed outside to his parked jeep. Even in a poor neighbourhood as this, the explosion would certainly attract attention and it was only a matter of time before the police and army arrived.Inside the warehouse, smoke billowed through the broken skylight. Broken wooden crates, scattered oil drums and rifles and small fires providing evidence of what had transpired mere moments before.

Amidst the fallen oil drums, the Lioness lay sprawled on her back. Her head rested atop her thick black tresses. The heroine's leotard strained to cover her large breasts which rose and fell slowly beneath them. Her right arm was fung past her head while her left arm lay close to her body. Her mighty legs stretched beneath her curvy waist, accentuating the spot between them. "Unnnnhhhh.....I..I cannot move..Do not understand..Lion Talisman..protected me from explosion..oil drums..but..Uuhh..something..got under my lion skin..Uuhhh..affecting my breasts..in strange way.." moaned Lioness as her left hand reached towards her broad chest and slowly parted the straps of her leotard.

The heroine's dark brown breasts rose prominently like two great peaks over the plains of her abdomen. "Aahhh..Rust..from drums..are lodged in my nipples..my areolas..I cannot remove them...Uuhhh..the lightest touch..Makes me feel so weak.." confessed the African Adventuress as the fingers of her left hand traced the outline of her black nipples and black,puffy areolas.

Her left hand dropped against her abdomen before falling limp at her side. The Lioness' head rolled from side to side, her yellow eyes staring up at the night sky through the broken skylight. "Ohhh..powerful thoughts..filling my mind...Of men..sex..and sleep...cannot concentrate..it is as if my own breasts..conspiring against me..forcing my submission.." moaned Leona as she found it increasingly difficult to keep her eyes behind the slits of her cowl. The African Adventuress felt totally powerless as her breathing gradually became deeper and her eyelids heavier. In the distance, her enhanced hearing detected the sounds of approaching sirens. "Police..Firemen..Here soon..but..I am too tired to move.." Lioness sighed.Her left foot rested flat on the concrete as she drew her leg into her body.

"Ohhh..Tired..Too tired..For all my strength..speed..I have been undone..by my own..womanhood..Urges..in my breasts..blocking powers of Lion Talisman...Too tired Leona..Too tired to remain conscious..Falling..Falling..Asleep...Yes..must fall asleep..now ..Uuhhhhhhhh.."cooed Lioness as her brown eyes slowly closed behind the slits of her lion pelt cowl mask and succumbed to unconsciousness inside of the warehouse as police and fire units arrived on the scene.

To be continued.