Black Antelope of Angola in Check and Mate

Bikur National Park. Southern Angola. 10 am.

Seated behind the wheel of her Land Rover jeep...Park Ranger Laara Pikaard drove her vehicle slowly across the large grassy savannah..dotted by trees and rock formations in various places as she made one of her routine patrols.

At age 20..Laara was an attractive woman. Her short-sleeved khaki shirt...khaki shorts.. ..ankle-high socks and boots highlighted her athletically-trim body. Her thick black hair..with a was tied in a thick bun and her brown eyes..stared directly ahead as she manuevered her vehicle through terrain she had know for neary all of her adult life.

Her father had been...a major in the Angolan Army's Special Forces...who died what the Army described as a routine exercise. Accusations were leveled against his superior officer...Colonel Vance Kinasa..that he his murder. Those charges were never proven... However before her father met his untimely demise..he gave Laara a special amulet which would change her life forever.

Stopping her jeep near a cluster of trees...Laara alighted from her vehicle and used her binoculars to scan the savannah for any signs of unusual activity. All the female ranger saw were herds of zebras, elephants, wilderbeast and antelope either making their way across the savannah or grazing at some of its many watering holes. Just as Laaara prepared to get back into her jeep and continue her patrol... she felt a tingling sensation under her shirt. Moving quickly into the cover of some nearby trees...the lady ranger unbuttoned her shirt..to reveal a glowing golden amulet..that was shaped like an antelope's head.

"The Antu Totem is telling me there is danger...I must deal with it but not as Ranger Laara Pikord-Gadan..." resolved the female ranger as she spread her legs slightly apart. "Oh Spirits of the Savannas!" declared Laara as she touched the amulet with the fingers of her right hand. The amulet was transformed into a glowing whip which the lady ranger gripped in her right hand. Whirling the whip repeatedly around her body...Laara was bathed in an aura of shimmering light ..initiating an amazing metamorphosis.

As the glowing whip whirled around her body...Lahara felt herself growing taller, stronger and sexier. By the time the glow faded..... the female park ranger's uniform had disappeared... revealing a lean and toned body which was curvaceously muscular and sexily feminine...garbed only by a flimsy black bra which barely covered a pair of large, firm breasts...and a skimpy black thong between her large thighs.. barely hiding a thick black forest of pubic hair.

Now standing at an impressive 6'5" in height...Laara's long legs were more muscular than her curvy upper torso. Her black hair had turned dark brown ..with a hint of red highlights..cascaded from the top of her head to the centre of her exposed back. Lahara's identity was concealed by a black antelope head's mask..complete with horns sticking up in the air...which covered the top of her head...leaving only the lower part of her nose and her full red lips exposed. Her fingernails and toenails were as black as midnight and as sharp as the horns of the antelope.

"My patrol as ranger Laara Pikaard will have to wait... Black Antelope is needed!" declared Laaara as she hooked her mystic whip to the left strap of her black thong panties. Making long strides with her powerful legs...the Angolan Amazon sprinted out from the cluster of trees..heading south towards her rendezvous with danger.

Caleque Dam, near Angola-Namibia border

A band of well-armed mercenaries....wearing green camouflage uniforms, combat boots and hoods over their heads...had just overpowered the limited and poorly-armed guards..and taken control of the facility. The dam was one of the largest in Southern Angola...providing a ready and potable supply of water to several towns. Members of the Angola Liberation Front...a terrorist paramilitary group engaged in numerous criminal activities...their objective was to pollute the dam's water with powerful toxins..and force the Angolan government to pay whatever ransom they demanded in order to prevent the polluted water from being released downstream into the Rio Cumene.

The leader of this rebel unit...a 20-year old former college student named Captain Macco..was eager to impress the ALF's commander.. Colonel Kinasa..on his first mission. A former highly decorated veteran of the Special Forces...Kinasa was for--d out of the army by his crimes and had turned soldier of fortune...being involved in nearly every criminal activity in southern Africa.

After binding the guards, confiscating their weapons and locking them in a storage room...the six of the squad's ten mercenaries assembled before Captain Macco in the main control room. Each of them was carrying small grey plastic containers filled with the liquid toxin they were ordered to dump into the dam's waters. Macco had ordered the other four mercenaries to keep guard along the perimeter of the dam in case the authorities became aware that the ALF had taken control of the facility.

However the young guerilla leader was overconfident and believed that he had executed the perfect raid which would never be detected until it was too late. "Comrades!..Today we begin a new campaign that will bring the tyrants to their knees..and bring glory to the people...they will declare the ALF their savior for our deeds here!!" declared Marco and the guerillas revelled in his propaganda-loaded speech. The rebels' cheers had barely subsided when a lone female voice cruelly burst their euphoric bubble.

"You should save your speeches for after you complete your nefarious schemes rebel...Your victory is as premature as your speech!" Macco and the six guerillas turned around..and their jaws dropped collectively to the floor..as they saw Black Antelope standing behind them in her trademark pose. Her hands..balled into fists..resting lightly on her curvy hips.. her long, muscular legs slightly apart..highlightling the thick clump of black pubic hair that was barely contained under her skimpy black thong panties...and her large round breasts pushed forward with confidence. She had kayoed and tied up the four rebels outside before making her spectacular entrance.

Macco had read numerous stories about the exploits of the Superwoman of Angola in the newspapers while he was still a university student in Luanda. As she opposed his men...the aspiring terrorist leader..realised that the newspaper pictures of the Black Antelope did not do the heroine justice. Shaking those thoughts out of his head...Marco got back into character. "How did you find us woman?!..Not even you will be able to turn back the tide of inevitable victory that belongs to the ALF!!..Kill her !!" commanded Captain Macco.

Three of the guerillas raised their AK-47 rifles to fire..but Black Antelope was faster. Her right hand reached for the mystic whip attached to the right-side strap of her black thong panties..and sent its tip flying towards them. The guerillas cried out in pain as the heroine's whip cracked...knocking their weapons out of their hands.

Bounding towards them with long strides of her muscular legs..and her huge breasts swaying sexily under her flimsy black bra...Laara took the offensive to the ALF rebels. A wide sweep of her right leg sent the trio of rebels she disarmed sprawling along the floor..knocked unconscious the second they hit the floor. Another rebel wheezed as the ball of Black Antelope's left foot was driven hard into his gut like a battering ram. As he dropped to the floor...Laara cracked her whip again..instantly knocking out two more rebels...leaving Captain Macco alone Stunned at the fighting prowess of the Angolan Superwoman...Marco grabbed two of the grey plastic containers containing the toxin... and ran out of the building.

"The young man is obviously misguided by Colonel Kinasa's rhetoric...but he shall have to learn the error of his ways by prison reform...!" thought Black Antelope as she ran after the rebel captain.
Running along a long wall overlooking the primary reservoir which emptied into main dam...Captain Macco reached for his radio and made a desperate call to the ALF helicopter which had deposited his team..and was waiting for his word to extract them. Instead of a transmission saying the mission was a success....the ALF helicopter crew would instead receive an SOS...saying that yet another of the organisation's operations had been thwarted by the actions of the Black Antelope.

Weighed down by the knapsack on his back with the toxin containers...Macco was soon out of breath...and looked over his right shoulder in amazement. Black Antelope was striding towards him...not looking the least bit exhausted after defeating his men. Fearing he would become another statistic of criminals captured by the famed Angolan Superwoman...Macco knew he had to think of something and fast.

Black Antelope smiled to herself as she closed in on her fleeing quarry. "These ALF rebels have never learnt after all these years that they cannot defeat me...once I capture this young upstart...I'll turn him over to the authorities...They should be able to find out from them what new schemes Colonel Kinasa is plotting against the people of Angola..." thought Lahara.

The Angolan Superwoman's thoughts were interrupted by the sudden appearance of a helicopter which bore no markings on its sides. Laara slowed her pace as she tried to determine where the helicopter had come from and what was the intent of its crew. The chopper's ALF pilot was alarmed at the sight of the Black Antelope closing in on the exhausted Captain Macco..his capture seeming to be all but certain. Hearing the chopper's rotors...Macco looked up..saw the helicopter and a way to escape the wrath of the Angolan Superwoman.

Unhooking a pair of grenades from his web-belt....Captain Macco pulled out the pins..and hurled the deadly projectiles directly at the beauteous Avengeress of Angola. Vibrations from the horns of her antelope cowl...warned Laara of the two grenades that were hurtling through the air..straight towards her.

Every muscle and sinew on her curvaceous ebony body was fully accentuated as..with her arms and legs at full stretch.. Black Antelope leapt out of the path of the oncoming grenades. They struck a section of the concrete wall overlooking the main dam...exploding on impact..and leaving a gaping hole in its place.
"You may have thwarted my operation Black Antelope ..but not even you can deny the ALF its inevitable victory!!" boasted Macco to the heroine as she landed on the balls of her erotic bare feet.. His propaganda-laced speech ended...the rebel captain..opened the toxin containers and emptied their contents through the open hole in the wall which his grenades created.

Laara's brown eyes widened in the slits of her black cowl as she saw the streams of purple chemical cascading towards the swirling water in the dam's primary reservoir. The Angolan heroine heard Marco's laughter as he climbed a rope ladder which the ALF helicopter had dropped down to him..and saw him as the chopper was carrying him to safety. "

I cannot go after the ALF..not when that young miscreant has released a toxic chemical into the primary reservoir...I must stop it from mixing with the water..before the water is released into the dam...or thousands of people will be harmed..." said Black Antelope knowing full well what she had to do. Flexing her large thighs...Lahara leapt over the side of the concrete wall. Her large, dark brown breasts swaying withing the confines of her flimsy black bra...the Angolan Superwoman ran at top speed down the steep concrete incline..towards the large pool of green swirling water which the stream of toxic water was heading for.

Flexing her powerul thighs once again...Black Antelope leapt into the pool of swirling green water..outpacing the toxic chemicals. Aboard the retreating ALF chopper..Captain Marco raised a pair of binoculars to his eyes..curious to see how the Avengeress of Angola planned to stop the chemicals from contaminating the dam's waters. Standing in the shallow end of the reservoir... her long legs spread wide open...with the water reaching up to her knees...Laara removed her mystic whip from the left side of her skimpy black thong panties..with her right hand. As the purple liquid toxins mixed with the swirling green waters..and flowed towards the buxom heroine...she whirled her whip at incredible speed in front of her. Marco's eyes bulged and his jaw dropped open as he saw the whirling motion of Black Antelope's mystic whip created a huge wind vortex in front of her. The rebel captain was startled as he saw the liquid toxins being siphoned out of the green water..into the wind vortex.

"This wind funnel will prevent the toxic chemicals from getting into the water...and will break down their molecules..rendering them harmless...once that happens..I must return to Bikur National Park before Ranger Laara Pikaard-Gadan is missed..." thought Black Antelope as she continued to twirl her mystic whip in front of her rapidly...drawing more and more of the toxic poisons into the the wind vortex.

Captain Macco was furious as he watched the beauteous heroine in action...she seemed to be succeeding in preventing the ALF from even taking some consolation from the group's latest operation which she had thwarted. Unknown to the sexy Angolan Superwoman..and the young rebel captain...some of the toxic chemicals in the water..had slipped past the wind vortex created by the rapid twirling action of the heroine's mystic whip. The chemicals drifted slowly towards the unsuspecting Black Antelope.

As the toxic chemical slick swirled in the water close to Lahara faint but potent fumes wafted upwards through the air. The fumes targeted thethe flimsy black thong panties which fit snugly between her large thighs..barely concealing tufts of a dense black forest of pubic hair..and her large breasts..that were barely contained in her skimpy black bra.. "Oohhhh...Chemicals in the water... Uuhnuhhh...its fumes faint but strong...making Antelope Bush think it is being touched by men's fingers...Ahhahhh...Antelope Nipples..getting..hhhhhaarddd..under my bra...starting to think about sex..Uuunnh..that makes me sleepy..very..very sleepy..must stay..awake..." moaned Black Antelope as her brown eyes began to flicker in the slits of her black cowl.

Laara's thick black nipples were slowly being transformed into rocks by the chemical fumes. The head of the Angolan Superwoman bobbed up and down between her amazing cleavage as she struggled to resist the effects of the chemical spill in the water.

"Uuhhhh...My breasts...my bush...Oooahhh...becoming so weak... becoming tired...Must not sleep...Have..have to fight...Must.get chemicals out of the water..." gasped Laara as she struggled to stand in the water and maintain the swirling motion of her mystic whip..that was siphoning the toxic chemicals out of the water and into the atmosphere.

Focusing her thoughts...the Avengeress of Angola dispelled thoughts of sleep and sex out of her mind..causing her nipples to soften and her vagina to become dry..restoring her powers to full strength. Twirling her mystic whip rapidly..Black Antelope extracted all of the toxic chemicals from the water via her wind vortex..and they made her swift departure from the dam as the police and army arrived on the scene.

Watching through his binoculars...Macco was amazed and pleased by what he was seeing. "The woman seems tired..She has some kind of weakeness...Enjoy your victory today Black Antelope..the Doctor shall find a way to exploit your weakness and defeat you..." grinned the rebel captain as the chopper flew away.

University of Angola, Luanda.
Two days later. Noon

Doctor Ulyses Utopa stood at the window of his palatial office on campus..staring out the window. One of Angola's leading minds in the field of psychology..the 60-year old professor concealed many deep, dark secrets. While he was physically in the office...his mind was elsewhere..as images of his mother and his deep-seated sexual lust for her...played themselves over and over..inside of his head. Utopa remembered he was 17 when he came home from school..to find his mother drunk and out cold.

Somehow..Utopa could not help himself andin his eyes at the time...he made love with her. Since then..he devoted his life to find out why boys and girls developed such lust for one another. Utopa's devotion became an obsession..and his mind became twisted by his deep-seated sexual urges as he tried to find ways to translate these urges into feelings. Those efforts caused him to hear a voice..deep in his mind...that drove him. A voice fueled by twisted lust and cravings.

The doctor's thoughts were interrupted by the opening of a secret entrance in one of his office's walls..and the entry of ALF Captain Macco. "Ah young Mr Macco...I heard that your operation at the Caleque Dam was thwarted by the Black Antelope...that female has been a thorn in the side of the ALF... preventing our inevitable victory.." remarked Utopa with a smile on his face at he looked at the former student turned terrorist.

In his mind's eye..he saw a vision of the sexy and shapely Angolan Superwoman..and felt a flood of warmth between his legs. How Utopa wondered what it would be like to fondle her large breasts and the space between her mighty legs."Yes Doctor....the mission failed..but it did achieve an unexpected success...I managed to get some of the toxin into the water...as Black Antelope was using that whip to remove it from the water... she looked like she became tired... for a couple seconds..." replied Captain Macco.

Those words piqued the doctor's interest immediately. Those words piqued the doctor's interest immediately. "Is that so?!..What caused that accursed female to become weak??!!" asked Utopa. "I don't know for sure Doctor...I was too far away to see what made the bitch sleepy...but maybe the chemical got to her..but I don't know..." said Macco. "That is irrelevant for now young man...What matters is that the Black Antelope has a weakness...We must use all of the ALF's resources to find a way to make her become weak and sleepy...I will send you a student of mine to go out on the next mission you suspect that the Black Antelope might try to stop. He will have a drug I want to try on her..let's see if it makes her sleep...Leave me now...I have class in a few minutes...then I shall communicate with the Colonel..." grinned Dr Utopa. Captain Macco nodded as he exited the doctor's office the same way that he had come.

Once the ALF officer had left..Dr Utopa picked up a file on his desk which contained a list of students he was considering to select as his assistant. He wasn't sure his drug would work on the superwoman -- perhaps she can control her fantasies. So he wanted to have another plan. After fllipping through the pages and photos inside the file... Utopa smiled as he came upon who he believed was the perfect candidate to trap the Angolan Superwoman. The doctor gazed upon the photo of an 18-year old male student. He had thick wavy black hair..dark brown skin and a slim athleticbuild. Utopa then perused the document that outlined the information about Chris Gadan. He was a honours student...specialising in medicine with a minor in psychology which led him to taking Utopa's classes.

Two things caught the evil scientist's attention more than anything else. First...Chris had a keen interest in the Black Antelope Woman. In the personal information which Utopa had required all student applicants to fill out...Chris spoke about following TV and newspaper stories about the Avengeress of Angola from a youthful age. She was his role model. Second...he was the son of deceased Army Major Ben Gadan..and his mother Lahara..worked as a park ranger in Bikur National Park in southern Angola. Reports from agents of the ALF had suggested that Black Antelope Woman had her base of operations somewhere in the region but all attempts to confirm this had been unsuccessful to date. Utopa placed Chris' file in a special compartment of his briefcase..packed in the rest of his lecture materials and walked out of his office..heading towards his class.

"Soon Black Antelope...Very soon..you shall become very sleepy..very weak..before you succumb to inevitable defeat..." vowed Dr Utopa to himself. The evil voice in his head already telling him how to plot the downfall of the Avengeress of Angola.

Rio Cubango, Southern Angola. Same time

Laara Pikaard let out a contented sigh as she soaked in a bubble bath in the privacy of her family's lodge. The single storey dwelling was located along the Rio Cubango which ran through Bikur National Park where Laara was employed as a park ranger. Since her father's death...Laara lived here alone..which suited her purposes. With her black hair tied atop her head...and the sud-filled water reaching up to her shoulders...Laara relaxed in the tub as the tension soaked out of her aching muscles.

She had just come off her shift as a ranger..and needed to get her rest...just in case she had to change into Black Antelope Woman again. Laara reflected on all the many times that her sexy, super-powered alter-ego was needed..and how she had to keep that secret from Chris all these years. "If only I could tell my son my true identity..but then he would be placed in grave danger.." thought Laara.
The female ranger's thoughts were directed elsewhere as she felt the Antu Totem..which hung between her ample cleavage....tingling. "There is danger...I must change into Black Antelope Woman!" said Laara with a smile. She was always pleased to change into the Angolan Superwoman. Laara climbed out of the tub..her ebony body gleaming from the soap suds and water.

Standing with her legs wide apart..Laara touched the glowing amulet between her large breasts with the fingers of her right hand. Whirling the whip repeatedly around her body...Laara was bathed in an aura of shimmering light ..to begin her incredible change. As the glowing whip whirled around her body...Laara felt herself growing taller, stronger and sexier.

When the glow faded.... Laara's body had become curvaceously muscular and sexily feminine..garbed only by a flimsy black bra which barely covered a pair of large, firm breasts...and a skimpy black thong between her large thighs.. barely hiding a thick black forest of pubic hair.

Her long legs were more muscular than her curvy upper torso. Laara's black hair had turned dark brown ..with a hint of red highlights..cascaded from the top of her head to the centre of her exposed back. Her identity was concealed by a black antelope head's mask..complete with horns sticking up in the air...which covered the top of her head...leaving only the lower part of her nose and her full red lips exposed. Her fingernails and toenails were as black as midnight and as sharp as the horn of the antelope.

"Now to find out and stop whatever new evil Colonel Kinasa is involved in.." resolved the sexy Angolan Warrior Woman. Her large firm breasts swayed sensuously as she strolled towards a nearby wall and activated a hidden panel...which opened a secret passageway. Seconds later...the Black Antelope was making long strides across the grassy savannahs as she ran to another rendezvous with danger.
Luiana, near Angola-Zambia border.

A truck with a heavy tarpaulin over its rear waited on the savannah as a huge, Russian-made Mi-24 helicopter gunship slowly landed. The eight men..all armed and wearing green comabt fatigues and boots...made their way towards the chopper as the rotors powered down. A 30-year old white man..with sandy brown hair and stubble on his face alighted from the chopper. He wore a khaki shirt, matching pants and boots..and carried a sidearm. His name was Clanton Archer...a former South African soldier..turned professional smuggler. "So you bring the payment this time eh?" asked Archer the leader of team of ALF rebels who had come to purchase weapons from him. In the back of the helicopter..Archer had a whole cache of guns and explosives. "We bring what we have..Times hard Mr Archer..." replied ALF Sergeant Chaco as he reached into his left pants pocket and pulled out a small leather pouch.

Archer took the pouch from Sgt Chalo and emptied its contents into the palm of his right hand. The South African frowned as he gazed upon the small cluster of diamonds which the Angolan terrorist had given him. "Guess that Black Antelope Woman is really knocking you boys up..to give me so little in diamonds...Since I'm a businessman...I let you have a six crates of rifles and foure crates of grenades..You get more stuff if you want more weapons..!" said Archer to Sgt Chalo in a stern voice. Chalo nodded and his men began to offload the weapons they purchased from the helicopter to the truck.

The transfer was proceeding smoothly..until a crewman aboard the chopper cried out "Mr Archer!!..Look!!"
The South African smuggler turned around..and saw the Black Antelope racing across the savannah towards them at top speed. Raising his binoculars to his eyes..Archer watched Lahara's huge, dark brown breasts bobbing sexily within the confines of her flimsy black bra as she ran towards them.
Six of the ALF rebels aimed their AK-47 assault rifles at the Angolan Warrior Woman..and opened fire. Archer watched in awe as the buxom heroine dodged the bullets with consumate ease as she drew closer to her enemies. Removing her whip from the left side of her black thong panties...Black Antelope lashed the rifles out of two of the rebels' hands. They fell to the groun..holding their hands..crying and writhing in pain. Leaping forward...Laara..extended her shapely left leg towards one rebel who was trying to reload his rifle.

He was distracted by the tufts of black pubic hair along the fringes of the heroine's skimpy underwear..and never saw the ball of her left foot as it slammed hard into his jaw. The rebel moaned and crumpled to the ground in a heap. A wide roundhouse right kick sent another two rebels sprawling along the ground. Lahara drove her right foot hard into the gut of another ALF terrorist..putting him out of action.

Starting the truck's engine...Sgt Chalo and the last ALF rebel tried to escape with the weapons they had managed to get away. "You shall not escape justice criminals!!" declared the Avengeress of Angola...whirling her mystic whip over her head...as they truck sped off. Lahara let her whip fly and its free end caught around the front axle of the truck. Planting her sexy bare feet flat on the ground..spreading her powerful legs wide apart...Black Antelope's curvaceous body twisted with effort as she pulled the axle out of place. This brought the truck crashing to a stop..hurling Sgt Chalo and the other rebel through the glass of the truck's cabin.

Impact with the ground knocked them out. The updraft from the chopper's rotors as it lifted up into the sky..caught Laara's attention as she retracted her mystic whip. Making long strides with her shapely legs...Black Antelope pursued the helicopter as it flew towards the Zambian border.
"I must stop that helicopter before it crosses the border..the crew is certain to have information about the latest scheme which Colonel Kinasa is plotting.." thought the Angolan Superwoman as she ran across the wide grassy savannah and towards some hilly terrain..in pursuit of the huge helicopter gunship. "Mr Archer!...Thet Black Antelope ..She's still after us...!!" yelled the crewman manning the 50-calibre machine gun on the port side of the chopper.

"Then stop her you idiot!" snapped Archer who was sitting in the pilot's seat..flying the Mi-24 himself. Minutes later..a stream of machine gun tracer fire raked the ground in front of her...causing Black Antelope to take evasive action..but she continued to pursue Archer's aircraft. "I must get to higher ground..find a way to get aboard that helicopter...only then will I be able to 'convince'..the pilot to land..." resolved Lahara as she picked up the pace.

The Heroine of Angola... entered a range of steep hills...which lined either side of the Rio Cuando..which separated her homeland from neighbouring Zambia... as she ran after the Mi-24 helicopter. Machine gun fire from the port door gunner continued to rain down at her..but Laara continued bravely forward. Clanton Archer glanced down..his face etched with growing concern that Black Antelope was still chasing him..and the machine gun fire was not slowing her down. However... the crafty South African then realised something which he was certain that the Angolan Superwoman was not aware of as she pursued his chopper. She was running along rocky ledge with sparse vegetation. Above her was nothing but rocks. Below the erotic bare feet of the buxom heroine...a steep slope which dropped some 20 feet to the river below.

Archer ordered the port gunner to keep firing at Black Antelope to keep her from closing the gap on the chopper. The South African primed the weapons systems on the control panel in front of him..preparing the Mi-24's S-8 rocket pods for action. "Keep coming woman...You've just set yourself up to experience a world of pain..." thought Archer to himself as the rocket pods' neared full readiness. Going higher and higher up the narrow hilly slope..while skilfully evading the machine gun fire...Laara removed her mystic whip from the left side of her thin black thong panties with her right hand.
"Obviously...these criminals are unaware that my speed and agility outmatches their machine guns...Once I get close enough...I will be able to use my whip to catch the helicopter's rotors...disable it and bring Colonel Kinasa's plans crashing down..." thought Black Antelope Woman with confidence as she whirled her whip above her head..preparing to act.

Before the beauteous Heroine of Angola could act...Clanton Archer activated the firing mechanism on his flight stick. Lahara was snapped out of her preoccupation with winning another victory against the enemies of Angola by the vibrations on the horns of her black cowl. However, the warnings came too late..as there were multiple sounds of compressed air being released...as 20 S-8 rockets were fired from the reverse side of the gunship's four rocket pods and shot towards her with tremendous speed. Laara's brown eyes widened with alarm in the slits of her black cowl as the rockets bore down towards her.
"Oh no!!...I have allowed my concentration to slip!!..The fiends have lured me into a trap!!...Those rockets..too close...There is no time to..." said the sexy Angolan Superwoman as she threw her shapely arms up into the air and extended her long,muscular legs in a futile attempt to escape the sheer brilliance of Clanton Archer's trap.

All 20 rockets detonated against the hillside in unison..with the force of 20,000 tonnes of dynamite. The sheer power of the massive blast sent a huge rocks hurtling down the slope towards Black Antelope..who could do nothing but concede to herself that she had been taken completely off guard by her enemies' clever tactics. To make matters worse for the Angolan Champion of Justice...the explosion also cause the rock ledge below the soles of her erotic bare feet to give way. For all her fabled speed....Black Antelope was unable to escape the full force of the blast..and was engulfed in a swirling cloud of dust as the entire hillside was devastated by the explosive power of Archer's rockets. The South African glanced out the cockpit of his chopper..and smiled as he saw a shapely, ebony figure..with her arms and legs fully outstretched...plummenting down the slope..amidst an avalanche of rocks.

Archer smiled and the four members of his helicopter crew..gave each other high fives as they heard Black Antelope cry...."Uuuunnnnnnnn!!!!!!!"... as she fell 20 feet towards the deep green waters of the Rio Cuando. "No one could survive thet blast!...but she had escaped so many traps...just in case I will do as Doctor Utopa ordered and leave his trained man, to make sure she is finished..Colonel Kinasa will have to think about upping my commission if he wants me to do business with him after I help take out our greatest foe!" thought Archer.

He signaled to have the helicopter follow where Black Antelope fell. The helicopter flew toward the other side of the Rio Cuando, which appeared as it were going to be the final resting place of the beauteous Heroine of Angola. "Offhhhh!!!" cried Laara as she slammed into the side of the steep rocky slope...with her large breasts absorbing most of the impact.

Her smooth muscular arms and legs flailed helplessly as she rolled down the hillside amongst the falling rocks...at a speed which matched any that she could run at. The harsh terrain did not respect her status as the Superwoman of Angola...responsible for many courageous acts aganst evildoers in her homeland...inflicting painful wounds against her curvaceous and muscular body as she rolled down the slope towards the green waters of the Rio Cuando.

She continued to roll helplessly down the steep hilly lope...her body being pelted by rocks of all sizes...until she reached the bottom of the slope. Her unexpected journey ended after she...rolled another five feet..coming to rest..close to the river bank. Black Antelope lay flat on her back. Her shapely arms were flung limp past either side of her head..pillowed by her dark brown mane of hair with hints of red highlights. Her long muscular legs were spread wide open below her small, curvy waist. Her erotic bare feet were angled away from each other. Laara's sexy toes..with their black toenails that were sharp as an antelope's horns..twitched helplessly and erotically.

While her powers as Black Antelope had protected her from serious injury or certain death Clanton Archer's deployment of a rocket barrage against her.had defeated Laara Pikord-Gadan in a way which none of the foes who had battled her in her guise as the Heroine of Angola could ever have expected. As Laara Pikaard lay helpless on the ground...the rhythmic rising and falling of her large dark brown breasts..barely concealed by her flimsy black bra..and a growing sensation between her huge, muscular thighs..conspired to defeat her in the only way which the beauteous Superwoman of Angola could be beaten. She was too weakened and confused to hear the helicopter, a few hundred feet away, lower a man, dressed as a doctor, down on a rope. He slowly and quietly approached her, pulling a pad out of a plastic bag.

"Uunnuhhh....Breasts...Uunnn...feel strange...friction with rocks...has made nipples..haaarrdd...Oooahhh..rocks..dust..metal fragments from rockets...trapped in my Antelope Bush...Ahhh...Touching my Antelope Clit..becoming..hh..hhh..hhhaarddd..." moaned Laara. Her brown eyes fluttered in the slits of her black cowl..her head rolled slowly from side to side..as the throbbing of her genitals and the hardness of her nipples...brought erotic desires hidden deep in the subconscious of the Heroine of Angola to the fore.
Laara's brown eyes blinked in disbelief as an image of her secret boyfriend Chris Gadan...appeared over her fallen form. His gentle brown eyes gazed lovingly upon her..complimented by his thick black hair..and handsome features of his face.

"Chris...Uuhuhh..must stop ALF..they are plotting an evil scheme...but can't stop thinking..about you...want you to have..sex with me.." monaed Black Antelope. Concentrating with all her might, she made the image slowly fade away. Her nipples softened. "There is a time and place for everything," she said out loud, laughing to herself, "and now is not the time for love. I need to rest here for a bit to regain my super strength."

But before her full powers could return, Black Antelope felt herself lifted up and turned over on her stomach. A man sat on her back, pinning her breasts to the ground, holding her head up with one hand while wrapping a pad around her beautiful face, covering her nose and mouth. "UHHHH.. uhhhhh...mmmm" gasped Laara in surprise, her eyes wide with panic between the slits in her black cowl. The man held her head firmly, she couldn't wiggle free, and exerted increasing pressure on the pad, which was filled with a strange, sweet smell scent that make Laara's head spin. The man had been instructed to make sure she not get a breath of air for at least two minutes.

"Breathe this, stupid superwoman" the man said in a threatening tone, "it releases your erotic inhibitions permanently, so you won't have any time to fight against the ALF. Soon you will live only to fulfill your sexual fantasies...only for pleasure. Do not fight it. Breathe deep, beauty." Laara tried to scream but she couldn't -- her lungs were filled with the powerful drug, which made her weaker and sleepier with each moment. Her eyes flickered as she became drowsy -- her arms, which at first had reached up, in an effort to push her attacker away, fell to her sides. The man smiled -- she was going under, her breathing becoming slow and steady.

He released Black Antelope's hair and gripped her black thong, holding it up so that it tightened against her vagina. He slowly pulled it up and down, rubbing it against her sex. At first Laara tried to shake the thong away, but soon her body was rising and falling in rhythmic motion, her mind filling with images of man's touch.

Once he saw that Black Antelope was highly aroused, her opening wet, the man turned Lahara over and placed his hand under her bra, stroking her nipples rock hard. It is just as Utopa said, thought his student, her repressed sexuality will dominate her easily. The more powerful she is, the more vulnerable she is to her lust. Now for the final part of Black Antelope's conditioning, he thought.

The man dabbed the pad over her face to make sure she remained weak. "OOOOOooooo," moaned the Angolan Warrior Woman, breathing heavily, "losing control of my body." "Yes," said the man, "now you must tell me... when was the last time you had a man's touch." Laara hesitated, knowing that the answer would mean her defeat -- she would not be able to fight her urges for her boyfriend. But she was too weak and sleepy, and the man was slowly stroking her breasts, which were filled with calming waves of pleasure.

"Not for many months.....since my boyfriend..went..away...," confessed Black Antelope. Utopa's student laughed and placed the pad once more, firmly, over her face. He said slowly and hypnotically -- "Think of your boyfriend touching your body.. only of your husband, you do not want to fight men, but have their touch, their seed... your husband's touch...his seed..on your breasts, your body. Forget everything else..you are sleepy, feels so good to be sleepy and touched..men are strong... ..you are weak."

To the drugged Laara the man who had captured her disappeared. He was replaced by the image and voice of Chris Gadan..who straddled the curvaceous body of the fallen Angolan Warrior Woman. "Feel the growing wetness in your Antelope Bush Laaara... Feel my fingers as they stroke your Antelope Clit...feel it becoming hard..too hard for you to stay awake my love...You are going to sleep..sleep..sleep.." said the image of Chris Gadan in a firm but soothing voice.

In her mind... Black Antelope saw his hands reached under her black thong panties..exploring the thick jungle of black pubic hair which was barely hidden by her flimsy underwear. Because of Utopa's drug, the Heroine of Angola was easy prey for her own repressed sexual fantasies.

"Aheeehhh...Antelope Clit...Aahhahhhh...becoming..hhh..hh..hhaarrdd...thoughts of man's touch...in my head..tricking my Antelope bush...Ahhhh...becoming wet... Power of the Antelope...fading...men's hands...Aahhh...in my vagina...so tired...so weak..." cooed Laara as her genitals throbbed from the sexual thoughts which filled her tired mind. "Surrender Black Antelope...Feel the touch of my hands over your big breasts...feel my fingers as they toy with your nipples...You are becoming very weak..and very sleepy..." said the image of Ben Gadan as it fondled Lahara's broad chest with his right hand...while continuing to probe her vagina with its left hand.

"Uuuhuhhh...Yes...when a man touches my nipples...I..I must tell the truth...Yes...feel so weak..so tired...Oohhhh..want to sleep...criminals have outsmarted me..men's hands..Uuuhhh..on my Antelope Breasts...Uuuhhhh...making Antelope Nipples..become...hhhhhh..hhhaard.....men's fingers...Uuuhunnn.. in my Antelope Clit...becoming weaker...not want to fight for justice...want man's touch..on my breasts..in my vagina...I..I am going to..going to..Ahhhh..Ahhhh...Ahhhh..Ahhh ...Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." moaned Black Antelope Woman as she orgasmed.

The image of Chris Gadan smiled and said "you will never want anything else..only my touch forever...you no long want to fight men...you will live for pleasure now...let the power of the Antelope go into a deep sleep..sleep...sleep." The man got up, watching Black Antelope, in a semi-dream state, stroke herself into another orgasm.

"You are finished now," the man said with a note of disgust. "Each time you submit the chemical's hold will become stronger -- you will want to relive your erotic fantasy of making it with your dead husband and then go to sleep again. The ALF no longer has anything to fear from you." Laara nodded dreamily and and moaned "only man's touch" before slipping into unconsciousness. Her arms falling limp at her sides..her eyes closing in he slits of her cowl mask..and her legs spreading themselves wide open below her waist.

Utopa's student called Archer on his cell phone and laughed: "Black Antelope Woman survived the fall all right, but she's no longer a problem. Utopa's drug has turned our greatest enemy into a sex addict."

to be continued