Standing in the middle of this historic part of the city...THE HAREM...appeared to be a an ordinary multi-storey condominium complex...occupied by wealthy tenants. However looks were deceiving...as the building actually served as the covert headquarters of an sex slave ring operating in Detroit...kidnapping women and selling them by auction to the highest bidder on the black market. The mastermind behind this ring was none other than the international criminal kingpin known as THE BLACK SYRIAN...who unknown to the world was really Qatari billionaire business magnate SAMUEL HABIB. His partner was a local businessman and city councilman.. MARIO VANETTI...while a white woman with a platinum Mohawk and electric powers named STATIC was his chief enforcer.
His black hood concealing his identity...dressed in a dark grey business suit...the Black Syrian watched with satisfaction as a shapely black woman...lying flat on her back atop a trolley...naked except for a yellow feline looking mask which covered the top her head...leaving only the lower part of her nose and her lips fully exposed...was taken back to her cell in a block which consisted of clear walled cells...containing several other women who had been snatched from different parts of the city...unknown to the authorities...and were being kept at The Harem until the time came for auction.
Vanetti...who stood beside his employer...wondered what was the fascination that the Black Syrian had with this particular black woman in the yellow mask. He watched as the international crime kingpin adjusted the view he was receiving from the close circuit television camera...so he could observe the unconscious woman's large naked breasts as they heaved slowly up and down...capped at their peaks by big hard and erect black nipples...which were shiny from excessive lactating...then the forest of curly black pubic hair nestled between the woman's large thighs...clearly damp and shiny from repeated orgasms. "Got a particular interest in that black bimbo boss?" asked Vanetti.
His words brought the Black Syrian back from his thoughts of the person who this shapely black woman reminded him of...the Busty Jamaican Amazon named YELLOW CAT...who days earlier in her homeland...had thwarted a well planned scheme of revenge he had against her and other persons in the Caribbean island who dared to define him. With a speed that surprised Vanetti... the Black Syrian drew a sheathed sword from his walking cane and aimed it at the Italian American businessman/politician's throat. "I have my reasons...and that is all you need to know...In the meantime Mr Vanetti...We have a business to run...Your attention would be better served if you were to ensure that the next batch is ready for auction!" snarled the hooded villain. "Right...You're the boss" conceded Vanetti and left the room...leaving the Black Syrian to keep watching footage of the unconscious PAULA JONES...dressed to look like Yellow Cat.
Corktown District
Detroit
Midnight
DETECTIVE MICHELLE WALKER...felt happy as she watched her teenage boyfriend...TREY JOHNSON...being embraced by his mother WILMA JOHNSON on the porch of her modest house in this middle to low income neighbourhood. Of course...Wilma had no idea of the relationship between her son and the sexy police detective...or that Michelle was secretly the city's most famous vigilante...SCORPION WOMAN. Holding Trey's right hand in her left hand...Wilma turned to Michelle. "Thank you Detective Walker...Thank you for bringing my son home to me" said Wilma. "Not a problem Mrs Johnson...I'm happy to help..." replied the sexy police detective with a smile.
"Yeah...Thanks..." replied Trey. "You're welcome Trey...Remember...If you ever want to talk...about anything...I'm always here...I promise...See you soon..." replied Michelle with a smile...as she turned and walked down the steps of the porch...back towards her Harley Davidson chopper that was parked on the street in front of the house. Wilma watched the look in Trey's eyes as he watched her go. Then she watched the beauteous white policeman...noting Michelle's curvy athletic figure highlighted against her clothes...as she mounted her motorcycle started it and drove away. Wilma could not help but be slightly suspicious of the sexy police detective...who was six years older than her son. "What's your angle Miss Walker?" wondered Wilma as she escorted Trey inside of the house.
One week later
7th Precinct
Downtown Detroit
10 am
Dressed in a sleeveless black vest which highlighted the curves of her ample bust...blue jeans and low heeled black boots...Detective Michelle Walker ran the fingers of her right hand through her tresses of shiny black hair...which she was wearing loose about her shoulders....sighing with frustration as she looked at the paperwork on her desk. The desk opposite to her...which her partner Detective Arthur Rafferty normally occupied was empty...as he was out trying to find leads on her alter-ego...Scorpion Woman...who had not been seen...since she outwitted him in Cass Corridor... when he found her unconscious near a burning trailer truck.
Arthur was obsessed with the Venomous Vixen...determined to bring her to justice and unmask her to the world. Michelle's frustration was related to that same incident...and the missing Professor Paula Jones...who only seemed to be the concern of her teaching assistant Juan Marquez...a Latino student at the University of Detroit...who was the same age as her beloved Trey. She had been unable to find any leads as to Paula Jones' whereabouts...and Michelle was beginning to think she had made a mistake by reaching out to her estranged teenage boyfriend as herself and not Scorpion Woman. "Oh God..." sighed Michelle as she buried her head in her hands.
"Detective Walker?...You all right?" a familiar voice asked. A gasp escaped from Michelle's glossy lips and she turned in her chair...to see Trey Johnson...clean shaven...dressed in a white t-shirt...grey jacket...matching jeans and sneakers...standing next to her...with a pair of cups of coffee and a bag which emitted an aroma of fresh pastries. "Trey!" exclaimed Michelle...her blue eyes lighting up with delight and a smile spreading across her face...as she stood up to greet her teenage boyfriend...who still had no idea who she was. "Hey...I hope you don't mind my dropping by like this but..." began Trey. "No...I'm very happy that you came...You want to get out of here?" asked Michelle rhetorically. "Yeah sure..." replied Trey with a smile. "Great...I know just the place" replied Michelle as she picked up her coat and walked out of the squad room with the teenager...to the surprise of the other officers present.
River Walk
Downtown Detroit
11 am
Sitting side by side with Trey on a park bench...Michelle couldn't help but feel a little nervous. It had been weeks since she was this close to her teenage boyfriend...who only knew her as Scorpion Woman. She wanted so much to be closer to him again...but was not ready for him to see her as the Venomous Vixen. She had to find a way to bond with him as Michelle Walker...and took Trey's surprise visit to the precinct as the first step in him trying to bond with her.
"This is really beautiful Trey...I don't get to come out here often" said Michelle as she sipped her coffee as they watched people passing by on the boardwalk before them...and boats passing along the river...heading out into the harbour.
"Yeah...I meant to call earlier...but I really haven't been myself...not since Amazon went away..." replied Trey sadly as he looked sadly out towards the water. "She doesn't hate you Trey..." reassured Michelle as she placed her left hand on his right shoulder...causing the teenage boy to look at her. "Kind of hard not to think that sometimes...I wish she were here...so we could talk...but Amazon did say I could trust you..." said Trey. "And you can...I really hope you do...Scorpion Woman told me how special you are to her...How much she relies on you..." said Michelle. "Really?" asked Trey as he looked at Michelle.
"Yes...You sound like you have doubts..." replied Michelle as she took another sip of her coffee.
"Yeah...It's kind of hard to explain..." said Trey as he swirled the coffee in his cup...before taking a drink. "Tell me Trey...
Please...I really want to know" said Michelle in a gentle soothing voice. Trey looked at her...and something in her clear blue eyes...gave him a sense of deja vu again...like he knew Michelle Walker from somewhere...but where. The way she looked at him...something in her eyes...made him want to open up...tell the beauteous policewoman...how he felt about the Scorpion Woman. "Yeah...Well I guess you heard about how Amazon stopped the Trickster from letting loose some nerve gas in the city...which turned everybody horny?" asked Trey.
"Yes...I did...Scorpion Woman saved a lot of people...but the police still think she's a criminal...and they blame her for it" replied Michelle. "Yeah...but what you don't know...is that Trickster recruited a girl from my high school...turned her into a crook like here...called CLOWN GIRL...she drugged an hypnotised me...made me betray Amazon...knock her out...an take her over to Trickster...I didn't want to hurt her...but I just couldn't stop...I wanted to...but I couldn't..." said Trey...his voice beginning to waver...and his hands beginning to tremble. Taking his cup out of his hands...Michelle took the teenager's hands in her own. She felt guilty not being there for him...and felt like telling him everything...but held back...knowing the shock would be too much for Trey. "It's okay Trey...Stay with me....I'm here" Michelle assured her teenage boyfriend.
"She said she didn't hate me...I want to believe that...but I...don't think she loves me...anymore..." sobbed Trey. Michelle couldn't bear to see the teenager so sad...knowing that a big part of the reason for his sadness was her. Part of the sexy police detective felt like telling him then and there that she was Scorpion Woman...but she held back. "Trey listen to me...What happened was not your fault...It was Tiffany Washington...Clown Girl...who tricked you...Scorpion Woman is hurting ...not because of what you did...but because she couldn't protect you...and her enemies used your love for her to try and harm you...but you came through for her...and she knows it" replied Michelle.
Trey looked into Michelle's blue eyes and nodded. "Michelle?...Will I ever see Amazon again?" asked the teenage boy with hope in his brown eyes. "I know she will Trey...I promise you...Scorpion Woman will return to you...when the time's right" she assured him. "Okay..." replied Trey...as he found himself starting to look at Michelle's body...which somehow reminded him of Scorpion Woman. "In the meantime...A handsome guy like you shouldn't have a problem meeting someone new" said Michelle...with a smile as she looked at him...reminding herself how much she was still in love with Trey. For how own part...Trey was checking out the beauteous policewoman. "How about you Michelle?" asked Trey. "Me?...What about me?" asked Michelle...the question taking her by surprise.
"You're a beautiful woman...I'm sure you must have some guy who thinks the world of you..." said Trey...putting Michelle on the spot without even knowing it. "Well...Uh...There is...but....Uh...it's...Uh...complicated" replied the sexy detective....bowing her head slightly...trying to suppress emotions welling up within her. "How can it be complicated?...You're a cop...and you're hot" said Trey...gaining some confidence back. "Excuse me?" asked Michelle...surprised by how direct her teenage boyfriend was. "It's true...next to Amazon...You're gorgeous...smart...and you have a great body...I can't believe you're single...that there's no special guy...." continued Trey. "Oooooh...You still got it lover...Ooooooh...The way you talk to me...makes me feel hard...in my Scorpion Nipples...Ooooooh...Turning me on..." thought Michelle...as she felt her large pink nipples stiffen underneath her shirt...as she tried to maintain her composure.
"No...Like I said...It's...Uh...complicated..." replied Michelle as she held Trey's hands in her own...her huge firm creamy Scorpion Breasts heaving up and down underneath her shirt...as her blue eyes met his brown eyes. Trey also could not stop looking at the sexy police detective...as he felt feelings he normally felt for Scorpion Woman coming to the fore. Her heart racing...Michelle closed her eyes...and puckered her glossy red lips as she leaned towards Trey...who also leaned towards her...intimate contact imminent. The moment was interrupted by the sound of a text message on Michelle's cell phone. "Damn...It's the Precinct...I need to get back..." said Michelle with regret in her voice. "Yeah...I need to get back to school...but hey...since there's no special guy in your life...
...maybe you wouldn't mind if I take you out..." said Trey.
"Really?...You want us to go...on...a date?" asked Michelle. "That is if you want to...I mean if you don't I..." began Trey...thinking Michelle was about to turn him down. "I accept..." replied the beauteous policewoman with a smile on her face. "Cool!" declared the teenage boy...excited by her acceptance. "Tell you what...I'll pick you up and home...and we'll go wherever you want...Does tomorrow at seven sound good?" asked Michelle. "Cool!...I'll see you then...Bye Michelle..." said Trey as he let go of her hands...got up...and waved to her before walking away. "Bye Trey..." whispered the sexy police detective as she leaned back on the bench...watching her teenage boyfriend disappear through the crowd of people passing by on the boardwalk in front of her.
"Mistress...are you certain this is wise? asked STINGER...the Artificial Intelligence (AI)...who helped her in her crime fighting as Scorpion Woman. "I know you're concerned Stinger...but this feels right...I need to know that Trey can love Michelle Walker...and accept her...as he accepts Scorpion Woman" she replied. Standing up...Michelle Walker made her way along the boardwalk...through the crowd of people passing by her in different directions. She felt a sense of relief and a subliminal happiness that she had not felt in weeks. "I can't believe it...This is more than I ever expected...Trey's reaching out to me...to me...not Scorpion Woman...I can't fail him...I won't fail him..." resolved Michelle...eager to see her teenage boyfriend again...thinking to herself this could be a dream come true.
Grand Circus District
Detroit
7 pm
"Uuuuuuuuh...My breasts...Uuuuuuuuuh...My cunt...Uuuuuuuuuuuuh...hurt so much...Uuuuuuuuuuh
...Where...Where am I?....Why am I here?...Who's doing this to me??...Uuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuh" moaned Paula Jones...as she reawakened to the seemingly never-ending nightmare that she was trapped in. As she felt the spinning of her head subsiding and her vision...Paula raised her right hand to her face...and felt something was partially covering it. As she got to her ebony bare feet...the busty black professor...climbed off of some kind of examination table...and was shocked by the reflection of herself in a full length mirror on the wall in front of her.
"No!...I'm back in this weird outfit again!" gasped Paula...seeing herself wearing a yellow feline mask which covered the top of her head...leaving her nose and mouth exposed...a thin yellow bra...and flimsy yellow panty which did little to cover her shapely ebony body. "So you awaken woman!...Good...I have been waiting to see you again!" a man's voice said. Turning in the direction of the voice...Paula's brown eyes widened in the slits of the yellow feline mask...as she saw a man...dressed in a black track pants...his lean muscular upper torso revealed...his head covered by a black hood. "I am the BLACK SYRIAN...I have brought you here for my pleasure woman!" declared the international criminal kingpin.
While she could have taken off the mock heroine attire she had been placed in while she was unconscious...for some reason she did want to...it felt right to wear it. "I'm not your toy man!...I'm going to escape and then I'm going to bring you down!" declared Paula shaking her clenched fists at him. "You defy me foolish female!...Good...Then I propose a challenge...if you defeat me in fair combat...then I shall grant you your freedom...if you lose...you shall be my slave...to pleasure me at my command...until you no longer please me...then I shall sell you to the highest bidder" replied the Black Syrian... as he walked into the middle of the room...daring the busty black professor to accept his challenge. "You monster!...I'm going to beat the crap out of you and bring an end to your sick game!!" cried Paula as she charged towards the international criminal kingpin.
Driven by her anger for being kidnapped and a burning desire to get justice...Paula Jones lunged at the Black Syrian...unleashing a flurry of punches and kicks at him. An experienced hand to hand combatant from years of training.... the Black Syrian used his arms to block and deflect Paula's fists and bare ebony feet as she tried to strike him. "Hold still so I can hit you creep!!...I'm going to beat you and take you to jail!!" declared the busty black professor as she tracked him across the room...continuing to launch punches and kicks at the international criminal kingpin....who kept on dodging and blocking her attacks...as he moved at a pace which was akin to walking.
He saw the fury in Paula's brown eyes in the slits of yellow mask he ordered be put on her...the way her large ebony breasts swayed under her thin yellow bra...almost spilling out... the way her thin yellow panty barely covered the space between her large thighs. In his mind's eye...the Black Syrian remembered the busty Jamaican Amazon named YELLOW CAT...who had only recently...twice thwarted his criminal schemes. Though Paula Jones was not the Sexy Superwoman of Jamaica...for Black Syrian...she would satisfy his obsession he had with taming women just like her...hence the reason why many of the women who were kidnapped for the sex slave ring were young black women.
"Is that the best you can do woman?!...I shall take great pleasure in making you my pet!" mocked the Black Syrian as he side-stepped...a wild right cross from Paula which missed him by miles. "You creep!...You monster!
...Kidnapping women and selling them like commodities to the highest bidder!...I'm going to stop you!...I'm going to bring you to justice!...I'll...I'll.." cried Paula....her large ebony breasts heaving rapidly within the confines of the thin yellow bra which barely garbed them. Suddenly...the busty black professor...found it increasingly difficult to keep her brown eyes open in the slits of the yellow feline mask which her opponent had ordered her to wear.
"Yes woman...What is it that you will do?...How will you stop me??" gloated the Black Syrian as he stood directly in front of Paula Jones...who started to sway unsteadily in front of him. Shaking her head from side to side...blinking her brown eyes in the slits of the mock yellow mask she was wearing...the busty black professor saw the image of the international criminal kingpin...clad in his black hood over his head...and black track pants...blurring into multiple images. "Uuuuuuuh...What's going on...Feeling strange...growing...hardness...in my nipples...being turned on...Uuuuuuuuh...becoming...dizzy...becoming...tired...so...tired..." confessed Paula...pressing her right hand against her forehead as she staggered backwards on the balls of her ebony bare feet.
"Yes...It's a very special gas...I created just for you...I instructed my now deceased subordinate...Bruce Steele...to use to capture you...With the nose filters I wear under my hood...I am protected from its effects...it is a very potent combination...of an effective aphrodisiac...and muscle relaxant...There is no escape woman...You are mine" gloated the international criminal kingpin. "No...Uuuuuh...Got to beat you...Have to...escape..." groaned Paula as she lunged at Black Syrian....who easily side-stepped her... and extending his right hand...he reached for her ample bust...and yanked off her thin yellow bra...causing her large ebony mounds to sway freely once again.
"My breasts!...You creep!!...I'll...UUUUNH...UUUUUNH...UUUUUUNH" groaned Paula as she turned to face the Black Syrian...and he unleashed three rapid karate chops across her exposed ebony bust...ensuring the greatest impact was felt on the big black nipples...and wide black areolas...which capped their sexy summits. "You amuse me woman!!...Thinking you are worthy to defeat the Black Syrian!!...You must be made to know your place!!" declared the international criminal kingpin as he grabbed her swaying ebony mounds with both hands and applied a great pressure to them. "AAAAAAARGH...PAIN...AAAAAAARGH...CAN'T GET FREE...AAAAAAAARGH...
AAAAAAARGH" complained Paula....rising on the balls of her ebony bare feet...slapping the Black Syrian's muscular arms in futility...as he squeezed her large ebony breasts like a pair of grapefruits.
"Cease your struggles woman!...No female can break the chest sleeper hold of the Black Syrian!!...No one!!" gloated the international criminal kingpin as he squeezed and twisted Paula's naked large ebony breasts...pressing the palms of his hands firmly atop her hard and erect big black nipples...flattening them like pancakes...while forcing her to inhale more of the special aphrodisiac/anaesthetic gas that he ordered be pumped into the treatment room where he and the helpless Paula Jones were. "Uuuuuh...Pain...Uuuh..Pleasure
...Uuuuuuuh...in my breasts...can't...handle it...Uuuuuuuuuuh...head spinning...dizzy....tired..." blurted Paula as her shapely ebony immediately went limp in the hands of the Black Syrian.
"Yes foolish one...There is nothing you can do to defeat me...The Black Syrian always prevails" gloated the international criminal kingpin as he slowly lowered the beaten busty black professor to the floor of the treatment room. "No...Uuuuuuuh...Stop...No...Uuuuuuuuh...have to...Uuuuuuuuh...escape...Uuuuuuuuuh
...stop you...Uuuuuuuuuuuh" moaned Paula as the Black Syrian spread her shapely legs wide open...and slowly untied the straps of the thin yellow panty she was for--d to wear...stripping it away to reveal her neatly trimmed forest of curly black pubic hair...and her visibly throbbing clitoris in the middle of it.
"Nooo...Uuuuuh...Please...No...Uuuuuuh...Oh God...Noooo...Uuuuuuh" pleaded Paula as the international criminal kingpin...rubbed her throbbing clitoris with the index and middle fingers of his right hand...with increasing intensity. "You shall never escape...You shall be my slave...until I no longer desire you" snarled the Black Syrian...his fingers moving faster and faster as he rubbed Paula's clitoris. "Nooo...Uuuuuuh...Oh God...
Nooo...Uuuh...Nooo...Uuuuh..." moaned the busty black professor as she felt pressure building inside of her cunt the faster the Black Syrian's fingers moved. "Aaaaaargh...My cunt...Aaaaaaargh" cried Paula as the international criminal kingpin saw his opening and drove his fingers through it...with the force of a battering ram.
...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" cooed Paula as the Black Syrian fingered her furiously...making her cum seven times in quick succession...devastating the busty black professor into submission. "Now female...You shall submit to me...your master!" gloated the hooded criminal mastermind. "You've...won this time...creep...but..will never...be...your...slave...Uuuuuuuuuuh" sighed Paula as she faded into unconsciousness yet again.
Corktown District
Detroit
7 pm
Detective Michelle Walker could not believe the butterflies that were churning up inside of her stomach as she made her way up the narrow pathway towards the house where her teenage boyfriend Trey Johnson and his mother Wilma lived. Her shoulder length glossy black hair was worn loose about her shoulders...and she wore tiny diamond earrings..one in each earlobe. She opted for a baggy white cotton button blouse...leaving two of the top buttons open...offering a partial glimpse of her huge firm creamy Scorpion Breasts...a pair of brown dress pants.. which hugged her long muscular legs...and a pair of ankle high low heel brown leather boots.
Adjusting the small black purse which hung from her right shoulder...and taking a deep breath...MIchelle knocked on the front door. The beauteous policewoman was surprised when Trey's mother Wilma opened the door. "Mrs Johnson?" said Michelle...visibly surprised to see her there. Wilma Johnson was equally surprised to see Michelle. "Detective Walker?...What are you doing here?" asked Wilma...looking sceptically at the younger white woman...particularly at the way she was dressed...showing off some of her cleavage. "Well...I...Uh..." began Michelle...as she tried to respond to the older woman.
"It's okay Mom...Michelle and I are going out..." said Trey as he suddenly appeared behind Wilma...dressed in a grey t-shirt...black leather jacket...blue jeans and sneakers. "Um...Yes...on...a date..." added Michelle...with a timid smile as Trey walked past his mother...and took her left hand in his right hand. Wilma Johnson looked at her teenage son...and then at the sexy police detective...a questioning look in her eyes. "A date?" she asked. "Mom..." protested Trey. "All right...Don't stay out too late Trey...It's a school night..." replied Wilma before she closed the front door....causing Michelle to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Sorry about that...Mom's a little overprotective..." apologised Trey...holding hands with Michelle as they walked away from the house. "Are you sure this is a good idea?...I don't want to make things...complicated... with you and your Mom..." said Michelle. "That's not going to happen..." Trey assured the beauteous policewoman...as he studied her attire. "Wow...You look great" said the teenager. "Thanks...You look pretty handsome yourself" replied Michelle with a smile. "Where's your Harley?" asked Trey...realising that Michelle's motorcycle was nowhere around. "Oh it's at home...I thought I'd use this for our date..." replied the sexy policewoman...pointing at a white Crown Victoria car parked at the curb.
"Always wanted to ride in a cop car" remarked Trey...as Michelle let go of his hand and walked around to the driver's side on the left front of the Crown Victoria. "Really?" asked Michelle ..perplexed by his remark. "In the front that is" quipped Trey as he got into the passenger seat in the right front of the car.
The sexy police detective couldn't help but smile at that comment as she got into the car and settled herself behind the wheel. "Okay...So where are we going?" asked Michelle as she looked at Trey. "It's a surprise" replied the teenager. "Does the surprise have an address?" asked the beauteous policewoman.
"The City Library" replied Trey. "I don't understand...You chose to go to the library for our date?" asked Michelle. " Yeah...Trust me...It'll be fun" said Trey with a grin on his handsome face...which gave Michelle a warm feeling in her chest and between her thighs...which made it impossible for her to say no.
"He still knows how to get to me" thought the beauteous policewoman. "Okay Trey...I'll trust you..." said Michelle as she started the Crown Victoria and drove away from Trey's house. As they drove off...Wilma Johnson watched them go from a window inside of the house. "What's your interest in my son Detective Walker?...I've never seen Trey so interested in any woman before...What's going on here?" wondered Wilma. She knew since her husband...Trey's father Leroy...the founder of the infamous Detroit Bones street gang...had disappeared under mysterious circumstances and was presumed dead...Trey found it difficult to trust anyone...especially the police. As she pondered what could be developing between her Trey and Michelle...Wilma thought about the nights when she did not see Trey...and how they became more frequent when the Scorpion Woman appeared on the scene. All of this made Wilma Johnson concerned for her son...and suspicious of the sexy police detective that he was attracted to.
Downtown Detroit.
7.30 pm
Michelle brought the Crown Victoria to a stop....outside of the address which Trey had told her they were going to. "Come on Michelle...We're going to be late" said Trey in an excited tone....as he got out of the car. " The City Library??...You're taking me to the City Library??..." asked the sexy police detective...confusion evident in her voice...as she got out of the car. "Yeah!...Come on!...Last one there's a rotten egg!" teased Trey as he made a sudden dash up the stone steps of towards the front doors of the old stone library. "Trey!...Wait!" cried Michelle as she ran after her teenage boyfriend...who was soon out of sight...having a head start on her and headed up the stone steps in front of him. "The City Library??...You're taking me to the City Library??" asked the sexy police detective...as she got out of the car and followed Trey up the stone steps of the library. "Why are we here? What's he up to?" wondered the beauteous policewoman as she pursued her teenage boyfriend up the stairs.
As she neared the entrance...Michelle noticed the sign which read the Library was closed...and then noticed one of the front doors was ajar. "Oh my God!...
Trey's gone crazy...He's broken into the City Library...I only have seconds before the alarm kicks in and the police get here!" thought the sexy police detective as she ran inside of the darkened library. "Trey!...Where are you?!" began Michelle as she ran past the library's front desk...searching for the teenager. "Over here Michelle..." replied Trey...his voice coming from behind a towering stack of bookcases...packed full of several old novels...which prevented her from seeing him. "Trey!...We can't be in here!...We've got to leave...." began Michelle as she rounded one bookcase....seeing some light on the other side...and deducing that her teenage boyfriend was there.
"Oh..." gasped the sexy police detective as she found out why Trey had brought her to the City Library. She found him standing in front of a table...on which a pair of candles gently glowed in the middle. Between them were boxes of Chinese takeout...and a bottle of white wine chilling in a stainless steel ice bucket.
"So....What do you think?" asked Trey as he approached the beauteous policewoman who was lost for words at that moment. "Well...I...Uh...I...mean I...I..."
stammered Michelle...completely blown away...for the second time by Trey's initiative. "You...You did all of this...for me?....How?...Why?" gasped the sexy police detective...her blue eyes beginning to water...as her teenage boyfriend got closer to her. Trey noticed the sexy police detective was on the verge of tears. "Hey...What's wrong?...You don't like this?" asked Trey...beginning to feel that Michelle was upset. His fears were allayed when in a single motion...the beauteous policewoman embraced him tightly. "No...I love this...No one's ever done anything like for me...Thank you...Thank you..." replied Michelle as she hugged her teenage boyfriend...hoping this was a dream come true for her.
Grand Circus District
Detroit
7.30 pm
Elsewhere...Professor Paula Jones was reawakening to what was an on going nightmare for her. "Uuuuuuuuh...Where?...Uuuuuuuuuuh...Who?...Uuuuuh...Why?....Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Why?" groaned the busty black professor...feeling great soreness in her large ebony breasts and between her large ebony thighs...as her brown eyes slowly opened...as she regained consciousness again. Raising her right hand to her face...she felt something covering it. "What??" gasped Paula as she sat up...feeling the mock yellow feline mask off the top of her face. She also noticed that she was clad once again in the thin yellow bra and flimsy yellow panty...that had been stripped off her shapely ebony body...when she fought a mystery man in a black hood...and he removed these flimsy garments ...before arousing her in shapely breasts...and fingering her cunt..until she orgasmed and blacked out.
"No!!...Not again!!...Let me out!!...Let me out!!" cried the busty black professor as she came to the transparent wall of her prison cell...and began to pound it with your fists. "No!...Stop!...Don't!" warned some of the female prisoners in the adjoining cells...all of whom...like Paula...had been kidnapped by the minions of the Black Syrian and his associates...to be sold to the highest bidder on the black market...as sex slaves. "Don't worry!...I'll get us out of here!
...I'll...." Paula assured them. However her words of assurance were interrupted as plumes of greenish gas flooded her cell...through vents in the floor...near her bare ebony feet...and in the ceiling above her head.
"NO...NOT THE GAS...NO...NOT AGAIN...NOT AGAIN" screamed the busty black professor as she was quickly engulfed in the thick clouds of the greenish gas...in a matter of seconds. Its effects on Paula Jones...who despite her brave defiance...possessed no super powers...was immediate. "Uuuuuuuuuuh...Nipples...getting hard...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...can't stop
...Uuuuuuuuuuuh...." moaned the busty black professor...her brown eyes fluttering in the slits of her mock yellow mask...as she swayed dizzily from side to side...her big black nipples feeling rock hard under her thin yellow bra...and she felt a growing wetness between her large ebony thighs.
Through the swirling green smoke...Paula saw two figures entering her cell...through her blurred vision. One was a man...the other was a woman...who she recognised from the platinum coloured Mohawk atop her head...who was wearing a silver jumpsuit and boots. The man wore a white uniform...used by the guards of The Harem...and he wore a gas mask on his face. The woman however did not...and Paula could not understand why the woman who she had met before...was unaffected by the aphrodisiac/anaesthetic gas. "So you think you're tough eh hero bitch?!..Here's how the Black Syrian deals with those who challenge him!!" declared the villainess STATIC...as she raised her hands at the busty black professor...who was too dazed and disoriented by the gas to move.
Sparks generated around her fingers...and bolts of electricity shot towards Paula Jones. "AIEEEEEEEEEEE..AIEEEEEEE...AIEEEEEEEEEEEEE...AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE....AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" screamed the busty black professor...for--d to play the role of a super heroine...in a sadistic game of dress up arranged by the Black Syrian...as Static electrocuted her in her large ebony breasts and in her throbbing brown cunt...simultaneously.The voltage flowing through her shapely ebony body...via her large breasts...and her throbbing cunt... caused the busty black professor...to gyrate wildly...flailing her shapely arms in the air...as the female prisoners watched in shock and despair...as Paula Jones was humbled yet again...before their eyes...a lesson for any one of them who chose to resist or escape from The Harem.
"That will teach you your place..." sneered Static as she ceased her electric discharge. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh" groaned Paula in reply...as she fell flat on her back atop the hard bunk in the middle of the cell. Her shapely arms dangling limp on either side of the bunk...her long shapely legs spread wide open. "Uuuuuuuuh....Uuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuh" groaned the busty black professor...her ample bust heaving slowly up and down within the confines of the thin yellow bra which barely covered it. "Give the bitch her medicine...We have other merchandise to ship out..." said Static to the guard who was with her.
"No....Uuuuuuh...Stay away...No...Uuuuuuh...Stop...Don't...." pleaded Paula as the guard united the straps of her thin yellow bra and slipped it off...exposing her large ebony breasts once again. The busty black professor's brown eyes widened with alarm as she saw him reveal a pair of shiny objects before her. "No...No...No....No..." pleaded Paula to no avail as the guard...ignored her pleas...and attached steel clips...one to each of her big black nipples. "AIEEEEEEE
...MY NIPPLES...AIEEEEEEE...PAIN...AIEEEEEEEE...HAVE TO...AIEEEEEEE...GET FREE...HAVE TO AIEEEEEE...STOP...AIEEEE
...THESE CRIMINALS...AIEEEEEEEE...HAVE TO...HMMMBLM" cried the busty black professor before a thick white cotton pad was pressed over her nose and mouth. "That's right bitch...Lights out" sneered the guard. "Hmmmblm...Hmmblm
...Mmmmmmmmmm" agreed Paula...her brown eyes rolling up in the slits of the mock yellow heroine mask she was wearing...as she inhaled the CHLOROFORM...soaked into the fibres of the pad...and surrendered again to unconsciousness...and remained a slave of the Black Syrian.
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