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Author:	BC [ Mon Sep 22, 2014 11:40 pm ]
Post subject:	Thunderbolt Woman in Slave Mask of Mexico
Author's note- This a reboot of a story I did back in 2009 Thunderbolt Woman in Slave Mask of Mexico Mexico City, Mexico. 1960 Concealed in the backstreets of the city's eastern, poverty-infested barrios, a run-down monastery served as the secret headquarters of an acclaimed band of masked wrestlers called Los Invados. To the public, the wrestlers were heroes, but they also hired themselves out as killers for the highest bidder. As the wrestlers went through their paces in the courtyard the leader of the team, a sports promoter named Hugo Suave -- a dashing and athletically trim Mexican man with long black hair -- was examining the details of the latest contract which had been passed to him from. This one was unique as it was seeking to recruit Los Invados for a job outside of Mexico in a backward island called Trinidad. Suave read the contract, which was from a crime lord in the Caribbean island of Trinidad who wanted a problem taken care of -- a powerful pest was ruining his business and he had heard through contacts in Venezuela that the Los Invados were suited to the task. The Mexican promoter was intrigued by the US$500 million figure quoted in the contract, but he wasn't really convinced his men should go to the Caribbean until he reached the final page. What Suave saw convinced him it was well worth the money and the risk. On the last page was a colour photo of a 22-year old Negro woman of startling beauty and amazing musculature. Suave felt a rush of heat below his waist as he studied the woman's unusual attire. She wore a thin black leotard with gold lighting trim which barely concealed a pair of large, firm, well-rounded breasts, a taut abdomen, a pair of well-chiseled arms and legs. Her raven tresses were glossy and cascaded on to her barely concealed ebony shoulders She wore gold bracelets onher wrists and her identity was concealed by a black mask with gold lightning trim which stretched across the upper part of her beautiful face. The resolution of the picture even allowed him to see wisps of the thick black pubic hair between her large and shapely thighs. "Very well amigo...I shall trap this...Thunderbolt Woman!" thought Hugo with a calculating smile on his face, "but we will keep her for our pleasure and profit. If what you say in this contract about her powers are true, she will breed future members of Los Invados." A plan to capture and sexually enslave Thunderbolt Woman began to formulate within his evil mind. One week later. Trinidad. 9 pm Under the cover of darkness a truck, its lights switched off, made its way slowly to the entrance ofa furniture and textile factory in the backstreets of Chaguanas. Two men opened the heavy iron doors of the factory and ushered the truck inside. Once inside three men alighted from the vehicle and ran around to the rear, opening the truck's doors. They were soon joined by another group of eight men. who were led by a 40-year old Syrian man in a dapper grey suit. His name was Farouk Fabrique. He owned the factory but was secretly one of the biggest drug dealers in Trinidad. Fabrique was pleased as he gazed upon the crates containing clear plastic bags, which were loaded with the purest cocaine from Colombia. His scheme was to conceal the drug in the fabric of his carpets and parts of his wooden furniture, hiding them from the scrutiny of the authorities and allowing the cocaine to make it safely overseas to his prospective buyers in North America. Before Fabrique could give the order to his men to offload the cocaine he heard a loud..CRASH!!. It was the sound of glass shattering. Through the dim light inside his factory the crooked Syrian was able to make out a shapely silhouette, unmistakeably female, crashing through a window. The curvy intruder was wrapped in a tight fitting black leotard with gold lighting trim. "It's the Thunderbolt Woman!..Get that masked bitch!!..but no guns!..We don't want to attract the police!!" snarled Fabrique as eight of his thugs rushed to subdue the gorgeous Amazon Wrestler. "I've been checking you out for weeks Fabrique!..I know all about your cloth, wood, and cocaine smuggling operation! It is time for you to have a going out of business sale!" quipped the buxom crimefighter as she landed on the balls of her erotic bare feet as the businessman's thugs rushed her. Spinning around,.Thunderbolt Woman extended her right leg -- the ball of her right foot connected wtih the jaw of the first thug..ZOKK!!..sending him flying against a roll of uncut carpets. Extending her muscular arms on either side of her curvy upper body, the Chaguanas superwoman leapt towards two charging thugs..BDAM!!!...knocking them senseless with a double clothesline. The heroine's large ebony breasts swelled with effort as..she planted her feet flat on the concrete floor of the factory and used both hands to grab the wrists of a thug as he tried to hit her with a large piece of lead pipe. Swiveling on the balls of her erotic bare feet with the grace of a ballerina...SWISH!!!..Thunderbolt Woman flung him effortlessly through the air as if he were a rag doll. The thug slammed against a nearby wall..and slumped to the floor..out for the count. A flurry of karate chops put another three thugs out of action before they could use their knives against her. Thunderbolt Woman then raised her arms in the air, spread her shapely legs slightly apart, and somersaulted towards two club-wielding thugs who were running towards her. Distracted by the gold lighting trim of Thunderbolt Woman's costume and her sexy body, which included brief glimpses of swirls of black pubic hair between her large thighs, the two thugs were slow to act as the curvaceous crimebuster flipped in mid-air.extending her powerful legs towards them. The thugs groaned in unison as the balls of Thunderbolt Woman's erotic left and right feet. POW!!...WHAM!!..connected simultaneously with their jaws..causing them to see stars and then fall senseless to the floor. "Oh come on Fabrique!..Your hired muscle is no match for my fighting skills...I'm not even working up a sweat.." quipped the awesome Amazon Wrestler as she sent another thug flying through the air..courtesy a right uppercut to the jaw..SOCK!! It was at that moment that the masked marvel felt her nipples stiffen ever so slightly under her thin, tight-fitting leotard, warning her of danger. Bravely and without hesitation,Thunderbolt Woman whirled around, her arms raised and legs spread apart.in the direction that her puffy black nipples concealed under the tight black and gold fabric of her leotard had sensed. There was no time for the sexy Chaguanas superwoman to act as she turned into the path of a burly thug as he swung a thick wooden table leg in her direction. The buxom lady wrestler's brown eyes widened with alarm in the slits of her black and gold mask.as she saw the heavy and thick wooden object bearing down on her large, ample breasts..and there was nothing she could do to stop the inevitable from happening. BOOYAKA!!! "Uuunnhhhhh!!!!!" groaned Thunderbolt Woman as the wide, thick end of the wooden table leg came crashing down between her awesome cleavage, causing her massive breasts to throb painfully within the confines of her thin and tight-fitting black and gold leotard. The force of the blow was enough to send her staggering backwards on the balls of her erotic bare feet, her muscular arms flailing in the air, her head shaking, stunned by the blow. Thinking that the sexy Amazon Wrestler was hurt and in trouble, the thug moved in to lash her in the bust once more and take her out for good. However, placing her hands atop a pile of unrolled, uncut carpets, Thunderbolt Woman flipped backwards, and keeping her shapely legs together, she swung the top of her erotic bare feet hard into the jaw of the oncoming thug..BAM!!..just as he prepared to hit her again with the wooden table leg. The thug went hurtling backwards through the air, losing his makeshift weapon in the process, crashing down hard against the concrete floor. The buxom masked woman then allowed her momentum to carry her over the rolls of uncut carpets in the opposite direction. "Uhunnnhh..that creep really gave me a good whack in my Thunderbolt Breasts...Ooohhh...they hurt..feel dizzy...got to roll with the impact.....clear my head..then arrest Farouk Fabrique," thought the heroine. However as the balls of Thunderbolt Woman's erotic bare feet made contact with the surface of the cold, concrete floor a pair of strong male arms reached under her raised arms. The sexy Amazon Wrestler was taken completely by surprise as she felt a pair of hands reach under the spaghetti-thin straps of her leotard. Then...SCRATCH!!...SCRATCH!!..SCRATCH!! "Uuunhhhhhh!!!!!...Uhunnnuhhhhh!!!!!..Uunuhhhhhhh!!!!" cried the startled Thunderbolt Woman as she felt something coarse and abrasive being rubbed vigorously over the smooth surface of her large ebony breasts that were barely contained in her thin, tight-fitting black and gold leotard. The sexy superwoman of Chaguanas grabbed the hands of her attacker in an attempt to stop the attack. Her agile and determined male opponent shifted his body weight backwards, causing Thunderbolt Woman's shapely muscular legs to flail helplessly in the air as he fought to subdue her. RUB!..RUB!.....RUB!..SCRATCH!!.. SCRATCH..!! "Uuuhunnnn!!!...Thunderbolt Tits getting so hard!!..Uunnnnn!!!!.. Thunderbolt Breasts becoming so weak!...Oooahunnn!!!..Becoming so sleepy!!" confessed the buxom ebony superwoman as she struggled with her ebbing strength to free herself. "I heard that there was something about your big boobs you masked bitch!.. Nobody can resist the feel of Farouk's fabrics!!" sneered the Syrian businessman as he gleefully rubbed a pair of carpet pads all over the smooth, ebony flesh of the Amazon Wrestler's large breasts. SCRATCH!!......SCRATCH!!..SCRATCH!!. The effect of the rough carpet fibres over the big breasts of Thunderbolt Woman was powerful, irritating her puffy black nipples and causing them to harden at a rate which was alarming to their beauteous owner. "Ooouuhhhhh....Thunderbolt Tits...are soooo haaardddd...men playing with my Thunderbolt Breasts...Uuunnhhuhhh...it makes me feel..so sexy..so weak..so sleepy..."confessed the mighty heroine as her struggles began to slow with every stroke which Farouk Fabrique made over her broad chest. The crooked businessman grinned as he felt Thunderbolt Woman's shapely and curvaceous body sag against his body. Thinking that he had successfully put his female foe into a deep sleep, Fabrique relaxed his hold on the limp body of the Heroine Wrestler. That was all Thunderbolt Woman needed -- she suddenly sprang to life, breaking Fabrique's hold and turning around with the speed of a panther, she delivered a flurry of left and right karate chops to his chest and face. ZOKK!!..KAPOW!!..WHAM!!..BAM!! "Ullhhhhhhhh," groaned Farouk Fabrique as he collapsed unconscious at the feet of the triumphant Thunderbolt Woman. At that momen a squad of heavily armed police officers broke down the factory door and swarmed inside to take the businessman and his henchmen into custody. Thunderbolt Woman smiled to herself as she recognised one cop. The tall, atheltically built detective named Dan Williams. He was her closest ally in the Police Service and after her last adventure against the Nazi fiend called Baron De Mort Dan had become her secret boyfriend. "These scum are all yours boys...Just doing my bit to keep the streets of Chaguanas free from crime.." said the heroine as she assumed her trademark pose. Her hands on her curvy hips..her shapely muscular legs slightly apart and her massive ebony bust pushed forward with confidence. Moments later, as the police were loading Fabrique, his men, and the drugs into police trucks,.Thunderbolt Woman conferred with Dan Williams near his car. "Your tit..Er...I mean you tip was on the money Thunder Lady.Who would ever have guessed that a big time businessman like Fabrique was using his legitimate business operations as a front for drug trafficking," said Dan, hoping that the heroine would forgive him for his impromptu slip of the tongue. "That's okay Dan....You know how easily I get sleepy when creeps get to my Thunderbolt Breasts. I'll admit that Fabrique's carpet fibres really tickled my Thunderbolt Tits. If I hadn't played possum he'd have kept it up and I would be in la-la land right now," replied the gorgeous Amazon Wrestler. She self-consciously folded her arms across her chest, accentuating the bold curves of her big breasts. She enjoyed flirting with Dan in front of others -- it was a harmless turn on for them both. "So..can we meet later...?" asked Dan in a low voice. "Not tonight Dan. I still have more patrols to make and I need to get some rest for my day job. But I will take you up on that date later" replied Thunderbolt Woman with a smile and wink. She lightly patted his chest with her right hand. The police detective watched the large breasts of the Negro superwoman sway under her tight leotard as she strolled away from him, her muscular legs moving with sensual grace. With a flick of her wrist, Thunderbolt Woman cast her Thunder Line skyward and swung away from the crime scene. Unknown to the heroine and her boyfriend a sinister figure had been lurking in the shadows. He had listened carefully to everything they had said. "Enjoy your victory while it lasts Thunderbolt Bitch. The key to capturing your body and mind are your breasts: soon we will keep you weak, sleepy, and sexy... forever," thought the man to himself as he slipped away undetected. Daily Heat office, Chaguanas. Two days later. Twenty-two year old librarian Pam Wilson was hard at work delivering files to the paper's reporters. None of the gruff male writers at the Daily Heat looked up at Pam as she brought research for their stories around. To them, she was a plain jane, a nice but unexciting girl dressed in dowdy clothes, her black hair piled on her head helter skelter with large, ugly glasses resting on her nose. This is exactly what Pam wanted them to think. They may be reporters, she thought, but they don't know the real story and that was as it should be -- no one should know that she was really Thunderbolt Woman. As Pam continued about her daily routine, she noticed the Heat's editor and a ruggedly handsome Hispanic man with long black hair walk out of the editor's office into the newsroom. It surprised her that she felt her nipples tingling under her blouse at the sight of this man. Then the editor introduced him to the staff. "Folks..This is Mr Hugo Suave..A professional wrestling promoter from Mexico. He plans to stage a charity wrestling event at the Chaguanas Coliseum tomorrow night at 7 p.m.and he wants our help to find a way to encourage the Thunderbolt Woman to participate against his Los Invados, the best wrestlers in all of Mexico," said the editor. "It would be most appreciated senors and senoritas," added Hugo with a tip of his white Panama hat and a courteous bow, "it would be for a very good cause." "I don't need any convincing. After I finish work tomorrow night Pam Wilson will change into Thunderbolt Woman and take part in the wrestling tournament. I have heard about the Mexicans. They may be good but I'm better..it will be fun," thought the female librarian, who then smiled to herself, "and I will see Dan after the match for a date. He will be excited seeing me win." Twenty four hours later. Chaguanas Coliseum. 8 pm. The capacity crowd was on their feet cheering wildly as the hometown heroine, Thunderbolt Woman, engaged the masked Invados wrestlers of Mexico in the centre ring. Her curvaceous and muscular ebony body, well highlighted by her thin, tight-fitting black and gold leotard,.was sheer sensual poetry in motion as she battled the atheltically-trim Mexicans, their faces concealed by colorful and elaborately designed face masks. Taking in the scene from the bleachers was police detective Dan Williams, who always enjoyed seeing his superheroine girlfriend in action. He watched as she grabbed the wrists of a charging Mexican and flung him into the path of another. Spinning around with amazing speed, the Chaguanas superwoman nailed another Mexican wrestler in the jaw with the ball of her erotic left foot, sending him crashing to the canvas. Every muscle in Pam's shapely body tensed as she came to grips with one of the larger Invados wrestlers in the middle of the ring, drawing gasps from the crowd. As Thunderbolt Woman grappled with this wrestler another Invado slipped quickly in behind her, placing his hands atop her big breasts."Uhunnn...man's hands on my Thunderbolt Breasts..Unh..I feel weakness..." sighed the Amazon Wrestler, her brown eyes flickering within the slits of her black and gold mask. Dan watched from the stands with concern -- he saw Pam slump forward, suggesting that the heroine was in danger. He wanted to jump into the ring, but before he could do so Thunderbolt Woman shook off her brief sleepy stupor, flipping the Mexican behind her into his larger partner in front of her. From his seat in the front row, Hugo Suave was pleased with how the exhibition was going. His wrestlers were losing against the astonishing woman -- she was stronger than he had dreamed -- but they were also winning. The breasts of the superwoman were indeed her weakness. His secret plan would be successful. Suave chuckled as he watched his men tossed about the ring, looking like rank amateurs. Los Invados would happily lose this bout in the ring -- because they would win the super body and strength of the unsuspecting Thunderbolt Woman in the end. Three hours later the event was over and the locals were leaving the Coliseum, happy to see that their celebrated heroine was victorious. Dan met up with his crimefighter girlfriend outside of the centre ring. "Wow Thunder Lady...You were really great in there.Those Mexican guys just couldn't compete," gushed the detective. "You really know how to flatter me Dan, but they are worthy foes, real professionals. And the money this event raised will help many needy people in Chaguanas," replied Thunderbolt Woman with a smile. "So how about that date you promised me?" asked Dan with anticipation. "Sorry about that Dan but Hugo Suave invited me to have a traditional Mexican dinner with him, that and competing in this bout were offers I just can't refuse," replied Pam. "Okay..I have to get back to the station anyway." said Dan in a dejected tone of voice. "You are so cute when you're disappointed. We will have our dinner date soon..." promised the buxom crimebuster as she turned and walked away from him in her trademark bouncy style, her mane of long black hair swaying down her back. Leaving the main arena and entering a deserted service corridor, Thunderbolt Woman made her way to the Coliseum's plush lounge where Hugo Suave was anxiously waiting for her, his plans for her enslavement ready to begin. He must make sure she suspects nothing. The Mexican promoter turned as she entered the dimly lit lounge, the exquisite curves of her muscular body well highlighted by her thin, tightly-fitting costume. "Mr Suave, I must thank you and your wrestlers for coming to Trinidad and to Chaguanas. This charity event will do a lot of good for many people," said Thunderbolt Woman as she walked slowly across the carpeted floor towards the table where Suave was seated. There were no others in the lounge, aside from some of the wrestlers, who were still in their masks and costumes. "No Thunderbolt Senorita, it is I who must thank you. I have never witnessed a wrestler with your unique fighting skills and strength -- that is why I insisted that you do me the honour of partaking in this farewell dinner before we leave Trinidad." replied Hugo as he gestured with his right hand to a seat opposite to him. "I'd be happy to dine with you for a little while, but then I must go and patrol the town to catch any criminals on the loose," said Pam as she sat down at the table. In front of her sat a huge silver dome covered tray on a table. "I thought that, in your honor, we would begin with a special Mexican soup. It is called La Sopa Duerma! Smell this delicious treat, the recipe has been in my family for generations," said Hugo. He quickly lifted the cover off of the tray in front of the seated heroine before she could respond. It was a large bowl of hot soup with swirls of steam curling off of its surface. He walked slowly to his side of the table, seating himself directly opposite Thunderbolt Woman. He studied her carefully, while motioning to have all the doors and windows closed by the wrestlers. They must not be disturbed; no one must rescue Thunderbolt Woman. The Mexican promoter smiled as he noticed that the Amazon Wrestler's brown eyes were flickering in the slits of her black and gold mask. Her head was bobbing up and down between her ample ebony breasts. More importantly, Suave observed a pair of hardening spires forming under the black fabric of the heroine's thin and tight leotard. "Is something the matter Senorita Thunderbolt?" asked Hugo, as he motioned two of the strongest of the Los Invados forward. They stood by the sides of the heroine in distress -- the men were aroused watching Pam become woozy, but were ready to do their manager's bidding. "My Thunderbolt Tits...Uunhhhhhh...something arousing them...They are becoming so hard...Thunderbolt Breasts..feel like they are being drawn towards that soup...strange fumes...thoughts of sex...sleep in my Thunderbolt Breasts...I..I'm getting so sleepy..so weak...I can't move.." moaned Pam sleepily. She was too surprised and groggy to fight Hugo Suave's surprise. "Yes Senorita Thunderbolt..you have been tricked..that soup is really a potent Mexican sleep draught...the charity match was nothing more than bait..I knew that your sense of duty to others and competitive spirit would draw you into my trap," gloated Hugo as he motioned for the wrestlers to assume their positions -- one drew Pam's hands behind her back and held them in a viselike grip, forcing her enormous chest foward. The other placed his hand on the back of her neck, pressing her face closer to the fumes of sleep. She must be made to breathe deeply. "Uhuhhhh...this stuff too powerful for my Thunderbolt Tits to fight...thoughts of my boyfriend...make me feel weak and sleepy...I've never felt..so out of it..." sighed the sleepy Thunderbolt Woman. Pam could do nothing as she felt the hands of one of the wrestlers pull aside the straps of her leotard, revealing her large firm ebony breasts with their hardening black, puffy nipples in all their glory. The eyes of the men opened with astonishment -- these would soon be theirs. "You will not escape..beautiful one.. we will be your new boyfriends..but first you must go into a special deep sleep..just breathe this, "said Hugo, who slowly pulled out from his right jacket pocket a thick cotton pad soaked thoroughly in chloroform. One of the wrestlers raised Pam's face, her eyes flickering open and closed behind the mask. Suave clamped the pad firmly over her nose and mouth. "Hmmmm!!!!..Hmmmmm!!!!" pleaded Thunderbolt Woman as the powerful fumes of her favorite anesthetic flooded her nostrils and saturated her lungs, making her head spin. The chair was then tipped backwards. With his free left hand Suave fondled Pam's large breasts with special emphasis on her nipples, making sure that they became harder than concrete. "Nnnnnn!!!..Nnnnn!!..Nnnnnnn.." moaned the masked superwoman into the cotton pad as Hugo's manipulation of her nipples made her think of Dan Williams touching her breasts. She could think of nothing else, not even of ways to escape. Suave was far from finished. He stretched his left hand under the buckle of Thunderbolt Woman's golden belt and moved it under the thin strip of black and gold fabric between her large thighs. He used his thumb to probe the thick forest of tangled silky black pubic hair. "Nhunnnnnnnnn!!!!" pleaded Pam into the pad. She tried to raise her arms to defend herself, but the wrestler held them firmly behind her back. Turned on by the massaging of her genitals, the heroine slowly stopped struggling and wiggling. Her body relaxed. "The senorita no longer tries to escape," said the wrestler to Hugo, "the strong one is now as weak as a baby." "Good," said Hugo, "now to complete her capture. Sleep is not enough for Los Invados. We must control her body and mind so we can breed her." Keeping the chloroform pad tightly pressed over Thunderbolt Woman's face with his right hand Suave placed his left hand around her toned abdomen, easing the stunned and sexually aroused heroine off the chair. He laid her flat on her back on the floor. Two other Invado wrestlers approached their boss -- one of them carried a large wooden box. One wrestler knelt beside the prostrate body of Thunderbolt Woman and started to stroke her naked breasts to keep her in a state of sexy sleepiness. "You do not want to escape, you want to sleep and pleasure us, to sleep and pleasure us," the masked villian said over and over again. "Sleep and pleasure, sleep and pleasure, " whispered Pam in response as Suave removed the pad. It was just what the men wanted to hear -- she was completely under the drowsy sexual spell of the chloroform. Suave signaled the other wrestler to open the box -- inside was a strange gold and black face mask. "Oooahhhh..what..what is that.. thing? asked Pam in a sleepy voice as Suave held the chloroform pad a few inches away from her face while the mask was brought closer to her. "This is a special charmed wrestling mask. It has been made to control you as long as you wear it Senorita Thunderbolt," sneered Hugo as an Invado wrestler slowly slipped the mask over her head. He took her long black hair and placed it out of a slit in the back of the mask. "We will make sure you never remove it," said Suave once he saw the mask was secure. In panic, Pam swung her head back and forth in an attempt to shake off the mask. But soon she moaned softy as she felt powerful, overwhelming tingling sensations in her puffy, black nipples and in her vagina. Swirls of hazy colours appeared in front of Thunderbolt Woman's sleepy brown eyes as the sexual drugs woven into the fabric of the mask began to take effect on her. She forgot why she should resist the pleasure filling her body. Amid the kalidescope of colours, the commanding voice of Hugo Suave was heard loud and clear. "Feel the hardness of your nipples Senorita Thunderbolt...feel the dampness of your loins... It makes you tired.. too tired to remain awake..You must sleep..sleep..sleep..." chanted Suave. As his voice echoed in her head.one of the Invado wrestlers fondled Pam's hard, puffy black nipples while another slowly stroked the soft flesh of her inner thighs and probed her genitals. "Uuunnnnn...Yes..Thunderbolt Breasts are so weak..Thunderbolt Woman so wet...turned on...must only think..of sex..I am so tired...I want to sleep...Buenas Noches...Senor Suave" cooed the groggy and weak Amazon Wrestler...as she passed out. to be continued.

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