Britannia in The Feminite Files

London, England. 10 am

Leah Havenloft sighed dreamily as she felt a pair of stong hands gently stroking her naked breasts. "Ooohhhh...Oohhhhh" cooed Leah as she felt fingers expertly caressing her puffy light brown nipples which crowned the summits of her impressive milky white mounds. She opened her green eyes and smiled as she saw the handsome face of her best friend and new boyfriend Emile Chaval hovering over her as he lay beside her in bed in her flat located a short distance away from Oxford University where she was a student of law and criminology. Emile was the only person who knew that when Leah was not hitting the books..she was battling the forces of evil as the masked adventuress known as BRITANNIA.

Leah smiled as she gazed into his deep brown eyes as she felt his hands lovingly caress her breasts. "Good morning...Hmmmm..I could really get used to this...." sighed Leah as she looked up at him. "Me too...I only wish I could get out the war games the British Bulldogs are part of..in Belgium..." said Emile with a tinge of regret in his voice..as he lay down on the bed next to Leah. A sergeant in the Royal Marines..Emile was attached to one of its most elite units codenamed British Bulldogs. Leah turned to her boyfriend..resting her head on his chest and draping her left arm across his gut. "You know you can't get out of your duty as Royal Marine..no more than I can stop fighting crime as Britannia...Don't worry..We had a lot of time to ourselves since we got back from Saudi Arabia last week...and your tour in Belgium will be over in two weeks time..." said Leah as she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips before slipping out of bed..to prepare some breakfast for them.

Emile lay back in bed..admiring the way Leah Havenloft's shoulder length, flame red tresses cascaded like a water fall from the top of her head..on to her naked shoulders..as well as the way the curves of her shapely body moved in harmony as she padded barefoot across the room to slip on a loose-fitting bathrobe which still offered him good views of her large firm milky white breasts and the neat swirl of red pubic hair between her thighs as she walked back to him and sat on his side of the bed. "So what are you planning to do while I'm away...Rather...what's Britannia going to be doing...?" said Emile with a grin causing Leah to blush. "You know me to well Em...I need to find out more about Geoff Morely...What he was covering up in Brighton" replied Leah. "Yeah...I remember that's when I first found out about you being Britannia...The authorities didn't find much at Evermore Mining Corporation..the entrance to the coal mine was completely sealed...and some of the records were missing...along with this Morely bloke..." said Emile.

"And that's what I have to find out...There was some kind of mineral Morely discovered in Brighton..He called it feminite...he and his men used it on me as a solid and a liquid when I was Britannia...it aroused me in a way I found impossible to resist...I have never been knocked unconscious so fast..and it kept me weak for hours..." explained Leah. "I kind of figured those blokes had something which put you out of commission but I've never heard of anything like this feminite..How potent is it?" asked Emile as he sat up in bed..intrigued by what his superheroine girlfriend was telling him. "That's what I've got to find out Em...Morely got away just before you found me tied up in his office...You saw first hand how helpless I am against that feminite...He said it only affects women..strangely it has no effect on men...Morely claimed to be working for some international conglomerate that wants to use it to defeat superheroines all over the world...I need to find out what he was planning...warn whichever heroine his backers are targeting.." replied Leah.

"Maybe I should take leave..and help you investigate this..." offered Emile. Leah smiled and took his hands in her own. "You have no idea how much that means to me Em...that I can share my secret identity as Britannia with you..and as much as I know I would need your help...your military commission doesn't allow that..and father can't help you get promoted to special intelligence until you complete some other areas of training...You can help me..and Britannia by doing that...You know we'll always need you and how much we both love you..." said Leah. "You're Britannia love..Why are you talking about her like she's another woman..." grinned Emile. "Sorry...occupational hazard I guess..." replied Leah blushing slightly at her boyfriend's words. "All right...but be careful love...Morely's got some heavy hitters backing him...no telling what they'll do to project their secrets..." said Emile as he held Leah's right hand in his left and stretched his right hand under her robe..toying with her nipples."Ooohhh..that's nothing compared to what I'll do to protect my secrets..." giggled Leah as she discarded her robe and slipped back under the covers with Emile. Breakfast would have to wait for a while.

Three days later.
Hyde Park, London.
7 pm.

Leah Havenloft got out of her red Aston Martin sportscar as she arrived at the mansion of Sir David Falkener..a wealthy businessman and acquaintance of her father Lord Michael Havenloft..to attend a charity fundraiser. The invitation to this party came from Falkener's stepdaughter Tiffany who was also a student at Oxford with Leah. Dressed in a sexy low cut green evening gown which exposed her shoulders...offered a tantalising appetizer of her cleavage..as well as her shapely thighs and calves..and designer high heels...Leah walked towards the entrance to the mansion along with the other guests. Her flame red hair was tied atop her head and the diamond earrings she wore also helped to turn the heads of a number of men and women as she entered the mansion. In her right hand..Leah held her purse..inside of which was the ancient tiara of Boudicca that would allow her to change into her super-powered alter-ego of Britannia at a moment's notice.

However as she watched the other guests helping themselves to the extensive buffet and bar which Falkener had laid out for them.. and listened to the tuxedo clad string orchestra which he had hired to provide musical entertainment for the night...socialising was the furthest thing from Leah Havenloft's mind. Her research into Evermore Mining Corporation showed that Falkener was a high level investor and had deposited considerable sums of money into the company at the request of Geoff Morely to finance projects which Morely himself had direct responsibility for. Checks of the minimal records that she was able to locate...showed that Falkener's partnership with Morely started around the same time that reports of women experiencing strange symptoms in towns near Brighton began. "Falkener knows about the feminite...He must have something hidden in his mansion that will tell me what Morely is up to..." thought Leah to herself. Her thoughts were interrupted as Tiffany Reed...Falkener's stepdaughter..an 18-year old sexy and curvaceous young brunette...clad in a low cut black dress walked up to her.

"Leah!..I'm so glad you could come...This party is the worst" whispered Tiffany as she hugged Leah. "Really?" asked Leah. "Yes really...Stepdad has me doing all the work while he's hiding out somewhere in the house doing a business deal...I am mean if you really don't want a party..then don't have one.." scoffed Tiffany as she picked up her third glass of white wine for the evening. Leah's green eyes made a quick scan of the interior of the mansion.

She had done research on the layout of the Falkener mansion as well before accepting Tiffany's invitation to attend the fundraiser. Sir David's private study was located towards the rear of the mansion..far away from where the festivities were taking place. Leah also paid attention to the businessman's heavy detail of private security guards...all dressed in tuxedos..identifiable only by their ear-pieces and the bulge under their jackets where their firearms were concealed. Leah also observed that they did two man patrols of the interior of the mansion on the hour. She also took note of the location of the closed circuit tv cameras inside the mansion. "Just have to wait for the right time...Sir David likes attention..he won't stay hidden for long.." thought Leah as she checked her watch.

Two hours later...just as she hoped...Sir David Falkener emerged into the main foyer of the mansion to mingle with his guests. Seeing that he was preoccupied and the mansion's security appeared to be minimal at that moment...Leah Havenloft slipped away and avoided the eyes of the cameras as she made her way towards the businessman's private study. Once she was sure she was far away from prying human and electronic eyes. Removing the tiara of Boudicca from her purse...Leah Havenloft slipped it on to her head and was immediately transformed into her sexy, super strong alter-ego of BRITANNIA. She was engulfed in a flash of light. When it faded..Leah Havenloft was wearingi a tight-fitting and 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. 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 Boudicca...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.

Leah's enlarged breasts bobbed and swayed sexily under her union jack leotard as she sprinted along the empty corridors of the mansion taking care not to be detected by the hidden cameras or any passing security guard as she made her way towards the private study of Sir David Falkener. To Britannia's surprise...she found the door to the study unguarded and slightly ajar. "Looks like Sir David is a little complacent..Now to find out what he knows about Geoff Morley and feminite.." resolved the busty British superwoman as she slipped inside the study and gently closed the door. After searching the ornate wooden cabinets without success..Leah started to search the large oak desk in the middle of the room. In one of the draws...she discovered a series of documents which spoke about money transfers wired from Sir David's companies to an offshore bank in the Cayman Islands. 'The dates of the wire transfers coincide with the time that Morely had found the feminite in Brighton and was experimenting on the local girls...Falkener is definitely in partnership with Geoff Morely..." deduced Britannia as she leafed through the copious documents she found in the drawers of the businessman's desk in his private study.


Continuing her search..the busty British superwoman found even more incriminating evidence. She found another file containing documents where certain parts had been inked out but there were several references in many of the documents to some kind of special project which Falkener was helping to finance...code named...DOMINATION. "Domination?...What is this all about?...What are Morely and Falkener...and God knows who else involved in..?" asked Britannia as she continued to read the documents in front of her. "Perhaps you would care to find out first hand...Welcome Britannia..the motion sensors in my desk alerted me to your presence here tonight.." remarked Sir David Falkener as he entered the study with seven of his tuxedo clad security guards. Leah's green eyes widened with alarm in the slits of the blue mask which stretched across the upper part of her gorgeous face which was framed by her long flame red tresses..as she looked up and saw them. The busty heroine heard the study doors lock behind them. Britannia walked around to the front of the large polished oak desk..her fabulous breasts swaying sexily under her leotard as she stood before Falkener and his men.

"The party's over Sir David!..These documents show that you and Geoff Morely are involved in some kind of criminal activity...So let me go and I will return with the authorities to take you into custody...Your hired muscle can't beat me in a fair fight...This is your only option!" quipped Leah as she raised her arms and spread her legs slightly apart in a fighting stance. "On the contrary my dear...I think a good night's sleep is certain to alter your perspective..." gloated the silver haired businessman as he pressed the button on a small remote control device that he held in his right hand. Britannia gasped in surprise as plumes of a thick white gas were pumped into the study through air vents in the ceiling...walls and floors. "Some kind of knockout gas...You want to put me to sleep..That's the reason for the gas masks...You'll find out I don't give in without a fight!!" quipped Leah as she bounded towards Falkener and his guards. Her large breasts swaying sexily under her leotard..every curve of her body highlighted as she charged towards her foes. "Take her down..but don't kill her..Yet!" ordered Falkener as his men advanced towards the oncoming heroine.


Britannia felled the first guard with a right hand karate chop to the throat. As she fell..the flame-haired heroine delivered the ball of her left foot into the groin of another guard. Dodging another guard's wild punches..Leah grabbed hold of his wrists and pivoting on the balls of her feet with the grace of a primer ballerina...she flung him through the air..over Sir David's desk..and crashing against a wall behind the desk. Britannia leapt over a couch to plant the ball of her left foot into the middle of another guard's chest. As her feet touched the floor..she sent another guard to the floor with a right fist to the jaw. Under her tight-fitting, union jack leotard...Leah's shapely breasts heaved rapidly to inhale the rapidly diminishing quota of oxygen in the study into her lungs as the gas quickly filled every inch of the study. She soon realised it was impossible for her not to inhale the gas into her lungs and to make matters worse...the white fumes also evaporated on contact with her leotard..soaking through its thin fabric and under her skin. "Ohhh..the gas is taking effect...I feel...funny..." gasped Britannia as she strained to raise her left arm to deliver a punch to another guard.

Her green eyes fluttered in the slits of the blue mask which stretched across the top of her face...her muscular legs started to buckle under her small curvy waist..as she felt her light brown nipples starting to harden under her leotard and felt a growing dampness in her crotch. "Oooohhhh...Gas..is..is
..is....Chloroform...and...and...some kind...of..aphrodesiac...turning me on...getting so sleepy...have to get..away..." moaned Leah as she staggered towards the door. She was intercepted by a guard who clubbed her behind her head with a blackjack. "Unnhh!!" groaned Britannia as the blow sent her staggering away from the door. Another guard stepped forward and struck her across the jaw with his blackjack. "Uhhnnn!!!!" groaned Britannia as her head was rocked back from the blow and she fell backwards in the direction of the desk where she had discovered the incriminating evidence she would now not be able to reveal to anyone.

A guard stepped behind her and pulled her arms behind her back. "Uhhh...Feeling so aroused...in my breasts...I..I can't stop thinking..about..sex...and..sleep...must get..away..have to..get..free..." protested Leah as she writhed helplessly in the strong grips of the security guard holding her arms as Sir David Falkener approached her..grinning from air to air under his gas mask. "Lest you think me to be an uncharitable host young lady...I shall educate you differently.." gloated the 70-year old businessman as he stood in front of the helpless Britannia as the security guard kept her arms pinned behind her back. "Uhhhh..gas making me feel..so sexy..so sleepy..What are you going to..Oh no!..Don't do that!..No!!..No!!..No!!!" pleaded Britannia.

Her green eyes were wide with panic in the slits of her blue mask as she wiggled in futility to free her arms from the steely grip of the guard standing right behind her. "No!!..No!!..No!!!" cried the busty British superwoman as Falkener's right hand grabbed hold of the thin gold chain linking the material that covered her breasts and effortlessly snapped it. The elderly businessman pulled open Leah's tight-fitting leotard..causing the large white mounds of her chest to sway freely before him. "Noooooo....Uhhhh...Nooooo...Uhhhhh..Uhhhhh..Uhhhhhh..Uhhhhhhh...Unhhhhhhh..." moaned Britannia as Falkener's deft touch made her rapidly hardening light brown nipples and areolas reel with dizziness...causing her shapely legs to turn to rubber under her small curvy waist. "Uhhhhh..Uhhhhh..Uhhhhhh...Uhhhhh.." moaned Britannia as she slowly sank to the floor..her resistance crumbling rapidly from the effects of Falkener's touch and the special gas flooding the room.


"Now my dear..I must return to my guests...my men will have some fun with you...when you wake up..we shall speak some more..." gloated Falkener as he stepped away from the sleepy and sexually aroused British superwoman..nodding to his guards to have their way with her. "Noooo...Noooo..Nooo
..Noooo..." pleaded Britannia as the seven guards easily pinned her to the floor of the study. As Falkener exited the study via a secret passageway in the wall..he heard Leah
moan..."Ahhhh...Ahhhh..Ahhhh..Ahhhh..Ahhhhh"...as his guards fondled her exposed breasts...stroked her fleshy inner thighs...and shoved their hands under her dark blue tights to toy with her clit.

"Aaaahhhhh...Aaahhhhhh..Aahhhhhh...Aahhhhhh...Aaahhhhhh..." moaned Britannia as the rough hands of the security guards descended on to every curve of her body...especially targeting her breasts..thighs and crotch. The busty British superwoman was for--d to breathe more of the chloroform-aphrodesiac gas as she felt the hands of the guards..lull her hardened light brown nipples into an erotic stupor...evaporate the strength from her thighs.. causing her to lie motionless on the floor...and she felt their fingers expertly combing the neat patch of red pubic hair between her thights..and vigorously rubbing her swollen clit...towards the inevitable conclusion.

"Ahhhh...Ahhhh..Aaahhhhhhh...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." cooed Leah Havenloft..her shapely body surging as a massive orgasm exploded between her thighs...and then she lay still. The seven guards stood up and gazed down upon their handiwork. The celebrated British heroine known as Britannia...lay flat on her back...her massive white breasts..capped at their peaks by hard and erect light brown nipples and areolas which looked like church spires... exposed.. Her shapely legs spread apart below her small curvy waist..a damp spot against the fabric of her dark blue tights..where she was for--d to cum. Determined to expose a sinister criminal operation...Britannia now lay sexually aroused, unconscious and oblivious to whatever cruel fate Sir David Falkener had in store for her.

To be continued.