Chaguanas, Trinidad. 1960.


Police detective Daniel Williams knelt down to inspect the grass in an abandoned car dealership on the outskirts of town. For the last two weeks..there had been a rash of burglaries at several prominent businesses in this part of Chaguanas. However what was different was that in each of the other robberies..the perpetrators had been captured by the female vigilante known as Thunderbolt Woman.



No one knew who she was but her exploits against the criminals in Central Trinidad's main town were well known. Dan was one of the few people..other than the criminals to see her. She was a young woman who wore a black leotard with gold lighting trim which highlighted a pair of large, firm, well-rounded breasts, a taut abdomen, a pair of well-chiseled arms and legs. Her raven tresses cascaded on to her barely concealed ebony shoulders.



She wore gold bracelets on her wrists,a gold belt with lightning insignia about her curvy waist and a mask designed similar to her leotard over the upper part of her beautiful face. The criminals who encountered her spoke about her fighting prowess as much as her incredible body. As he searched the dried grass, the detective discovered what was left of some kind of black ball. A slight aroma of a chemical residue made him put in a back which would be examined later.



"Not sure what happened here..but if I know Thunderbolt Woman..she's probably getting real close and personal with the crooks behind these robberies.." thought Dan as he walked back towards his car. Little did the police detective know how right he was..but not in the way that he thought it.



Elsewhere at the Chaguanas mansion of Flax Turner.. the sound of bubbling water and the sickly sweet smell of chloroform were the first things which dawned on the Thunderbolt Woman as she slowly regained consciousness. She was seated in a jacuzzi with her smooth arms raised over her head and her wrists handcuffed to an iron bar which which suspended from the ceiling. Her were chained together by handcuffs.



The pool was filled with jets of warm soothing water which covered the buxom black vigilante up to her armpits Mixed in to the water were streams of chloroform which kept the heroine's famed Thunderbolt Tits as hard as bullets and prevented her from regaining her fabulous strength. "Uhuhh.. ..where..am..I..?" asked Pam Williams..her brown eyes fluttering sleepily in the slits of her black mask with gold lightning trim. The rest of her costume including her special Thunderbolt Ring had been removed while she was unconscious.



"Ah..Thundabolt Woman..glad you sleep well..Welcome to my home..." gloated Flax Turner as he walked into the room flanked by two female bodyguards named Nalinee and Erica. "Flax Turner..you..behind robberies in Chaguanas..use them..to flush me out..capture me..." sighed Pam..stating the obvious as her head nodded up and down between her ample cleavage. "That is correct...I want you to be star attraction..in my wrestling arena.." said the crooked sports promoter. Thunderbolt Woman raised her head to stare at Turner.



As a librarian working for the Daily Heat newspaper and her ties to the local wrestling circuit..Pam had heard rumours that Turner was running an underground wrestling racket in which the winners received hefty rewards while the losers disappered forever. "Never..I'll stop you...bring you to justice.." said Thunderbolt Woman in an unconvincing voice. "Whatever Flax Turner wants..he will get..!" snapped the sports promoter and nodded to Erica who pressed a button on the wall which lifted Thunderbolt Woman out of the jacuzzi and brought her right in front of Turner and Nalinee..with her toes barely touching the floor.



"Miss Nalinee..if you will.." said Turner with an evil gleam in his eyes. "Of course Mistah Tunah!" grinned the portly female Indian woman as she pulled out a pair of steel clamps from the pockets of her jacket. Each clamp was securely attached to the semi-hard black nipples of Thunderbolt Woman. "Aieee!!!!..Aiheeee!!!!!..Aahhh!!!..Aauuhhhh!!!!" screamed Pam as the clamps bit painfully into her tender flesh and she was helpless to remove them. Erica then slipped behind Thunderbolt Woman.



Placing one hand on the shapely waist of the Chaguanas superwoman...Erica clamped a thick cotton pad soaked in chloroform over her nose and mouths. "Mmumphhhh...Mpphhhh..Mmmmmm.." said Thunderbolt Woman into the pad as her curvaceous body went limp. Pam stared sleepily at Flax Turner before darkness washed over her and the chloroform knocked her unconscious.



Hours later..Thunderbolt Woman awoke dizzy and weak. The sounds of people all around her were evident as she slowly got to her feet. As her senses returned..Pam found herself trapped in a wrestling ring with steel ropes frizzling with electric sparks. She was still wearing her mask..but this time..she had her black and gold lighting panties on. In the ring with her were a pair of masked wrestlers...a man and a woman.



The unseen crowds in the darkness roared furiously around her as a bell sounded to start the bout. "Have to play along until I can stop Turner.." thought the buxom black heroine as she assumed a fighting stance. The male and female wrestlers attacked relentlessly but each time..Thunderbolt Woman was able to defeat them with her expert fighting skills. Every time her opponents got too close to the electrified ropes.. Pam intercepted them with timely blows to keep them in the centre of the ring.



A dropkick felled the male wrestler and a power slam over her left shoulder took the wind out of the female wrestler. Thunderbolt Woman turned the dazed female wrestler on her back on the canvas and prepared to pin her. "Lights out Thundabolt bitch!" sneered the female wrestler as she pulled out a pair of patches from her bra and swiftly pasted them on the exposed nipples of the heroine. "Uhunnn!!!..Chloroform!!..Thunderbolt Tits so sleepy..." moaned Pam as her nipples immediately shot to attention under the patches..instantly making her dizzy and weak.



The female wrestler then easily shoved the stunned heroine to the canvas..pinning flat on her back. "Uhhhnnnn..your body weight on my chest..causing chloroform to soak into my Thunderbolt Breasts faster...going to conk out any second..you don't fight fair..." said Pam in a faint and sleepy voice. The female wrestler made no reply. "Unnuhhhhhhh..." added Thunderbolt Woman as she quickly succumbed to unconsciousness.



"Ooohhhhh.." Thunderbolt Woman as she awoke some time later. Her head and breasts ached. She was in the ring again but this time she was being stared at a dozen business men and women. Her arms were securely entangled in the ring's ropes to prevent her from escaping. From the way they were looking at her..especially her exposed chest..Pam could tell that they were looking for new experiences. They laughed and mocked the captured Chaguanas superwoman at how easily she was beaten by the masked wrestlers.



It seemed like she was destined to become a sex toy to one of these crooked business people but then luck smiled on the Thunderbolt Woman. She sensed that her special thunderbolt ring was close by. As the business men and women debated over who should get a first crack at the heroine..Pam focused her thoughts.



The ring flew out of the shirt pocket of one of Flax Turner's thugs and on to Pam's right index finger. Feeling her super strength returning..Thunderbolt Woman flexed her smooth, muscular arms and broke free of her bonds. "The Thundabolt Woman get free!!..Stop she!!" stuttered Turner to his men. "Not this time Turner!!" quipped the buxom black bombshell as she dispatched his men with a series of punches, drop kicks and body slams.



Just then..the door to the wrestling arena was kicked down and heavily armed police officers entered to arrest the Turner, his subordinates and business partners. Pam smiled and felt a slight twinge in the large mounds of her naked chest as she saw the dashing Detective Dan Williams leading the cavalry.



An hour later..Thunderbolt Woman and Dan Williams were standing outside the arena..watching as Turner and his criminal associates were loaded into police vans and taken away to the police station. Dan was having a hard time concentrating with the Chaguanas superwoman standing right next to him. She was only clad in a tight black panty with gold lighting trim..her gold bracelets and her trademark black and gold lighting mask. The fabulous, big mounds of her beauteous chest fully exposed to him.



"How did you find me Dan?" asked Pam as she turned to face him. She stood with her hands on her curvy hips..her well-toned legs slightly apart and her incredible chest thrust towards the policeman. "I got some tits..uh tips..someone anonymously called to say that some hoods knocked you out in an abandoned car dealership..I found some gas grenades there a day earlier.." replied Dan..hoping that Thunderbolt Woman would not catch his mistake.



Pam smiled to herself. She secretly liked the fact that Dan was attracted to her but she could not let any man..even one she cared about touch her Thunderbolt Breasts..because that woul make her weak and sleepy. "Well...I appreciate the assistance Dan..I'll see you soon.." replied Thunderbolt Woman with a smile and sauntered away into the shadows of an alley between two nearby buildings. "You can count on that Thunderbolt Woman.." said Dan as he got into his car and drove away.



"That's enough adventure for now..time for me to get home and change back into Pam Wilson.." thought Thunderbolt Woman as she walked through the alley. However as she prepared to cast her Thunderbolt Line to swing away..the female vigilante's mind was filled with lingering thoughts of Dan Williams. Distracted by her secret erotic fantasies...Thunderbolt Woman never realised that she was not alone in the alley.



Flinging her right arm forward...the super wrestler woman..threw her Thunderbolt Line towards a nearby rooftop and prepared to swing away. However before Pam could do so.. a strong male hand sliced out of the darkness to authoritatively slap her large breasts. "Uuhnhhh!!!!" said Thunderbolt Woman..staggering backwards on the balls of her erotic bare feet..her head rocking backwards and her arms flailing in the air.



The masked male wrestler Thunderbolt Woman had fought earlier gave her no chance to recover. Picking up a huge, rusty iron pipe...he swung it with tremendous force into Pam's large ebony breasts. "Offhhh!!!" said the buxom black bombshell as her big breasts shuddered in pain and she slammed against a wall. "Uhunnnuhh..the rust..irritating my Thunderbolt Tits..Thunderbolt Breasts..are getting sleepy..have to get away before..." moaned Pam. The male wrestler interrupted her sentence and followed up by ramming the tip of the rusty iron pipe solidly into Thunderbolt Woman's toned, six pack abdomen. "Ooghhhhh!!!" groaned Pam in pain.



"Sweet dreams bitch!!" grinned the female masked wrestler as she quickly ran up to the dazed heroine and pasted two more adhesive pads filled with concentrated chloroform...one over the top of each of the heroine's ebony breasts. "Ooohhhh!!!..Not more chloroform..Thunderbolt Tits..getting hard ...Thunderbolt Breasts..feel so tired..going to..going to..Ooahhhhhh.." moaned Pam as she slumped face down to the asphalt.



The weight of the heroine's body flattened her large breasts against the ground..causing the chloroform to pollute the muscles of her amazing chest even more. "Let's go!..the police will be looking for us!" growled the male wrestler. "Yeah..least we beat the Thundabolt Oman!" grinned the female wrestler as they ran away.



As the two felons made good their escape...Thunderbolt Woman slowly rolled on to her back. Raising her right hand to her naked chest and peeled each pad off the tops of her breasts. "Ooohh ..they got you good Pam...Thunderbolt Tits feel harder than concrete..Thunderbolt Breasts..hurt.. drugged..going to sleep..Dan Williams..he always finds a way to knock me out..Uhuhhhhhhh..." sighed Thunderbolt Woman as she faded into unconsciousness.



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