Author's note: This is a re-post of the heroine who started it all for me...the BLACK ANT.

Black Ant in Prisoners of the Producer

It was the second time within the space of two weeks that Supt Jake Stern had to don his ceremonial white and black police uniform. However on this solemn grey rainy day at the Lapeyrouse Cemetery, the occasion was the funeral of fallen CID policewoman Jada Soong. As the casket was lowered into the grave, the grim-faced police honor guard raised their rifles to the heavens and fired a volley of shots.


Jake did not flinch as the sound of the gunfire reverberated in his ears and the rain continued to pelt down upon him. Grimly, he raised his hand in salute as the bugler played "Taps". Accepting the national flag, Jake marched across to Jada's grieving parents to offer them both the flag and his condolences. As he watched them walk away, Jake knew there was so much that they would never know about their daughter.



Especially that she had been the villainess called the Fire Ant. They would remember her as a dedicated police officer. He heard the distinctive click of an umbrella being opened over his head to shield him from the rain. He looked to his right and into the eyes of his wife, SIU Detective Neela Singh who was clad in all-black attire different to the one that she wore for the specific purpose of crimefighting. " Let's go home Jake" Neela said softly and took his left hand in her right hand. Together they walked back to Jake's 57 Chevy.



Miles away, the rain was also coming down in torrents over the settlement of Hard Bargain in South Trinidad. At his posh mansion, head of Mackoo Construction, Michael Mackoo finished tucking in his nine-year-old son into bed. As he switched off the light, he strolled towards the doorway where his wife Sheila stood with a broad smile on her face. " I have some work to do in the study...I will be up for a while yet" he told her. " You work too hard Michael..I worry.." Sheila began. " Don't..I will be fine.." he assured her with a delicate kiss on her lips. Sheila said nothing further and headed down the hallway to their bedroom.



Descending the winding wooden staircase, Mackoo entered his study and locked the doors behind him. Moving towards a nearby bookcase,he accessed a hidden lever in the wall and the bookcase swung open. The construction magnate then descended a flight of musty stone steps which led to a hidden basement. In the centre of the dimly lit basement, Mackoo's prized possession lay bound by leather restraints atop a wooden platform.



Save her rodent-like mask, the voluptuous vigilante known as the Lappe was stark naked. Mackoo felt the growing bulge in his pants as he viewed her well-rounded brown breasts with their hardened black summits. The heroine's neatly trimmed vagina throbbed slightly with the movement of her wide hips as she lay atop the platform.



" Where I is?.. I don't know what going on? the Lappe groaned as she rolled her head from side to side. " You got that right Rat Girl.." Mackoo sneered as he started to stroke the voluptuous vigilante's bold, black nipples. " Eh?...Ooohhhh...Feeling up my tits..I..I getting turn on.." the Rodent-Woman gasped as she writhed helplessly atop the platform, unable to break her bonds.



When she was sufficiently distracted, the construction magnate clamped a thick white cloth over her face. "HMMBLMMMM!!!!!" the Lappe screamed into the cloth as the distinctive smell of chloroform flooded her lungs. Her fists clenched and her toes curled as she gyrated frantically in a bid to escape.



The heroine's head twisted sharply and her body surged as she fought valiantly to resist the effects of the chloroform. " Cool yourself Rat Girl!" Mackoo growled and reached forth with his free hand to fondle the heroine's naked breasts. "HNNHHHH!!!!..HMMBLMMMM!!!!" the Lappe cried as Mackoo's meticulous touch of her hardened nipples, ignited the erogenous zones in her well-rounded breasts. As she gasped in shock, the voluptuous vigilante was for--d to suck down a greater quantity of chloroform.



"Mmmmmblmmmmmm.." the Lappe sighed as the tension drained out of her shapely body which gradually relaxed atop the platform. " I cyah get away...You distract me by feeling up my tits..Cyah handle it..the chloroform get me tired... My man go be mad at me... for going crime-fighting an getting knock out" she gasped as Mackoo dabbed the chloroform cloth over her face.



"You are one stupid slut Rat Girl but you have your uses which I intend to maximise..." Mackoo grinned. Before the groggy Lappe could utter a word, her captor smothered her face with the cloth. "Nhhhhhhhhhhhh..." the Lappe sighed and as she faded into unconsciousness, the woman behind the mask, secretary Anna Gaitree tried to figure a way out of her predicament. However the overhwelming fatigue and erotic feelings aroused within her negated those thoughts and sleep swept over the voluptous vigilante.



One week later,CID Supt Jake Stern peered through his infra-red binoculars at a high-walled compound in the western suburbs of Maraval from the front seat of his 57 Chevy. For the past month, the CID had been receiving information of clandestine activities at this location. After having kept the place under surveillance for the past six hours, the electronically-powered iron gates slowly began to swing open. "All right people..Let's do it!" Jake said into his walkie-talkie. "Roger!" Detective Sergeant Chris Kane acknowledged as a silver cherokee jeep and a black van turned on to the street.



Within minutes, both ends of the street were cordoned off on either end by police cars. With his Beretta in hand, Jake headed towards the surrounded vehicles along with other armed policemen who were emerging from their hiding places. " Police!!...Get out of the vehicles!!" Jake yelled as he aimed his gun at the driver of the jeep. There was a symphony of simultaneous gunbolts being cocked by the other policemen.



It seemed like it was all over for the bad guys when suddenly the rear doors of the van swung open. One minute a fiery projectile shot out and destroyed the two police cars that had blocked the upper end of the street. The blast left six police officers injured.



There was a squealing of tyres as the van and jeep roared towards the newly-created exit route. "Open fire!!" Jake yelled as he cut loose with his Beretta and the other policemen did the same with their weapons. He was flabbergasted to see the bullets bouncing harmlessly off the exteriors of both retreating vehicles. " Call paramedics!!..Search that compound!!" he ordered his men. The criminal vehicles sped towards the Diego Martin Highway but were unaware that a red Porsche was watching them from a sidestreet.



"It's a good thing I decided to monitor Jake's police radio.." SIU Detective Neela Singh mused as she flipped a hidden switch under the ignition. Within seconds, her vehicle was transformed into the sleek, black-armored Antmobile. Tapping the belt which entwined her shapely waist, the policewoman changed out of her loose green t-shirt, bluejeans and black pumps into the form-fitting black leather and rubber attire of her crime-fighting alter-ego. Firing her car's engine and stepping on the gas pedal, the Black Ant set off in pursuit of her criminal quarry.



The fleeing felons were filled with glee at how easily they managed to escape from the police. However the driver of the van was the first to burst their bubble as he glanced into the side mirror to make a grim discovery. "The Black Ant's on our tail!!" he yelled. " We'll take that bitch out!" the a felon in the rear of the van sneered and nodded to one of his cohorts who readied a grenade launcher. Three others loaded clips into their MP-5 assault rifles.



As the Antmobile closed the gap, the rear doors of the van open and a hail of gunfire shot towards it. The bullets bounced harmlessly off the Antmobile's surface. " Let her have it!!" one thug snarled as the man with the grenade launcher took aim at the Antmobile. However the Alluring Antwoman was ready for them. "Can't hit what you can't see" she observed and fired a pair of tear-gas grenades into the rear of the van. As the grenades exploded within the confines of the van,it threw its occupants into a state of confusion.



The thug bearing the grenade launcher inadvertently swung his weapon downward and fired. The resulting explosion sent the van hurtling into the air and it rolled over several times as it landed on the shoulder of the highway. Spotting the burning wreck, the masked maiden concentrated on the jeep ahead of her. Two thugs angled their bodies out of the rear windows and fired their Uzis at the approaching Antmobile.



" You criminals never learn" Black Ant mused as she locked her vehicle's M-134 minigun on to the jeep. Activating the firing console, she unleashed a stream of armor-piercing rounds which blew out the two back tires and sent the jeep into a tailspin. The jeep crashed headon into a concrete barrier and came to a complete stop. The Antmobile pulled up behind the stricken vehicle.



Alighting from her car, the curvaceous crusader ran towards the jeep. Kneeling beside the two thugs lying prostrate on the ground, she felt for a pulse. There was none. Black Ant then moved cautiously towards the crashed jeep. Her Ant Sense tingled as the driver's door was kicked open. A thug leapt out with a pistol in hand but the Alluring Antwoman was faster and dropped him with an Ant Sting to his chest.



One second later, another thug burst out from the passenger side and sought to escape into some nearby bushes. The heroine's muscular thighs flexed and she pressed her feet against the asphalt surface beneath them. In a single motion, Black Ant leapt over the hood of the damaged jeep and descended towards the fleeing felon.



"Heads up!" she quipped and the thug unwittingly stopped and complied with her request. The last thing he saw was the sole of the heroine's black leather boot. The last thing he felt was its crunching impact against the centre of his face and after that all his senses were shut down. " Now that was really dumb" Black Ant quipped as she stood over her unconscious prisoner. Stooping beside him, she searched for clues.



Dipping her black rubber-encased hand into his left jacket pocket, the Alluring Antwoman got pay dirt. A blue business card with a silver crescent moon. "Crescent Moon studios?" Black Ant pondered as she read the writing on her card. Just then, her Ant Sense tingled and she heard the sound of approaching police cars. " That's my stage exit cue" she said to her senseless captive and headed for her Antmobile.



Three days later,a mild-mannered housewife had just packed her husband and kids' lunches and ushered them out of the door. No sooner than she did so,the phone rang. "Yes sir Commissioner..I understand.." she said into the receiver. Concluding the call, she removed her glasses and unbuttoned her shirt to reveal a scarlet bra with a gold "DW" clasp in the centre. "This is a job for Danger Woman!!" she declared and music blared in the background. " And that's a wrap!!" Crescent Moon Studio producer Joe Leary declared and another day's filming of the popular local action series "Danger Woman was concluded.



The veteran Negro actor/television executive then strolled towards his trailer. As he entered his mobile office, he heard his desk phone ring. Checking the caller id, Leary transferred the call to his secure line. "Talk to me" he stated as he picked up the receiver." Got some good merchandise for you boss man...You interested?" Michael Mackoo asked.



"Always on the lookout for new talent my friend..I want to schedule an audition for tonight...Can you arrange it?" Leary inquired. "It's done!" Mackoo replied and gave the television executive further details about the time and location of the "audition".



"Ehhhh??" the Lappe groaned as a bright light was shone upon her, awakening her from her drug-induced slumber. The countryside crimefighter was naked save for her mask and lay sprawled atop a workbench with her wrists and ankles clamped down by thick leather restraints. " Where I is..???" the Rodent Woman grunted as she writhed atop the workbench, unable to break her bonds.



"Yes...You are quite a find...You will make an excellent addition to my collection.." a sinister male voice sneered. Through the blackened glassy slits of her mask, Anna Gaitree made out the figure of a man in an all-khaki outfit, brown leather boots and a black hood approaching her. " Who?...Who is you??!..." she gasped in panic, knowing that she was powerless to escape. "You can call me the Producer!!" the man stated as he leaned close to her left ear. "Prepare to go on-line!" he ordered his cohorts.



Meanwhile at her subterranean Ant Lair, SIU Detective Neela Singh reviewed the evidence from the Maraval bust with her husband, CID Supt Jake Stern. "The paraphenalia from inside the house suggests that some real kinky stuff was going in there..." Neela observed as she examined the photos of sexual torture devices ranging from whips to dildoes. " Crescent Moon Studios blocked ever attempt we made to search their archives for 'questionable material'...Kind of makes you wonder does'nt it.." Jake added.



Their conversation was interrupted by a warbling noise on the Ant Lair's computer console. Flipping a couple of switches, Neela and Jake saw the face of Snake-Eyes, the Universal Soldier appear on the screen. They could see that he was donning his combat gear as he spoke with them via a radio headset." What's up Snake?" Neela asked. "Moon picked up some strange activity on the Net...We're en route in the Nighthawk, tracking the signal.." he said. "I'm on my way..Relay the coordinates to the Antmobile.." Neela replied as she ended the transmission.



Jake watched as Neela stepped away from the computer and tapped her belt buckle to change out of her T-shirt and shorts into the form-fitting attire of the Black Ant. " I never get tired of seeing you do that.." Jake grinned as his superheroine spouse strolled towards him. Every curve of her athletically trim body highlighted by her black leather and rubber attire. " I never get tired of changing right before you lover..." Black Ant replied and kissed her husband on the lips, before climbing into her Antmobile and driving out of the Lair. Jake promptly headed upstairs to the townhouse, knowing that it was his job to arrive with the cavalry.



" Aaieeee!!!!...Aaieeee!!!..Aaieee!!!!" the Lappe squealed in pain as electric vibrators were applied to her naked brown breasts, causing her body to contort in pain. Her four masked manipulators worked their devious devices over every inch of her ample chest, stimulating her tits into hardness within seconds. "Aahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" the ravishing Rodent-Woman screamed as all four vibrators were aimed at the tender spot between her toned thighs.



In the shadows, the Producer and Michael Mackoo watched on with delight at her torture. Also present was an infamous German blue movie rackeeter named Franz Bloos who marketed the Producer's "goods". "Ja!..She is the best I have seen..." Bloos remarked. " I knew she would be..These masked heroines always put up a real fight..but Rat-Girl has a thing for being manipulated.." Mackoo added. "Whatever the reason...This brief preview will no doubt have our buyers begging for more and then.. We up the ante.." the Producer grinned.



"I've got the coordinates Snake..It seems to be an old mansion in the Cascade area...Owned by..Crescent Moon Studios...Not surprisingly" Black Ant said as the download of information from the Nighthawk helicopter gunship was completed. " Seems like Crescent has been a front for a blue movie ring...which includes the export of its subjects to unknown buyers..." Hank "Hawk" Lee stated.



"By the time we get through with them old friend...There won't be enough left for syndication..Mark ETA.." Snake-Eyes said as he loaded a clip into his M-16A2 assault rifle. " I'm 15 minutes away.." Black Ant replied. "Acknowledged...We have visual..Starting attack run!" Hawk said as the Nighthawk crossed from the Gulf of Paria over the Cascade shoreline.



Back under the glare of the cameras, the exhausted Lappe's body was bathed in sweat from the merciless torture she received. "All yuh...All yuh screw me good...in the tits and hack up my bush...I real sleepy...I going to black out..." the Lappe gasped. "Now..Let's see who's the twit under the rat mask..." Mackoo sneered as he stepped forward and started to ease lift the mask off of the heroine's head.



"Uuhhhh... Doh take my mask off...My career as a crimefighter go be finished...Doh do it...Dohhhhhhhhhhh..." Anna pleaded but passed out as Mackoo lifted the mask a few inches off her nose. Before he could complete the task, an explosion blew open a hole in the wall and caused the electrical generators powering the peverse production to crash. Through the ensuing smoke, the Producer saw a grim trio entering his hideout. The leading figure was very shapely and had angry green eyes.



"My God.." the Producer gasped as some sparks from the burning generators highlighted the magnificent but menacing form of the Black Ant as she floored two of his armed guards with a flying right roundhouse kick. "Kill them!!!" he directed his men and gunfire broke out in all directions. Dropping into a shooter's crouch, Black Ant took aim with her Stingers and fired.Her salvo of Ant Stings immobilised five guards. Snake-Eyes cut loose with his M-16A2 and slew seven guards. Following close behind, his fellow soldier-of-fortune Ray "Moon" Gao dropped four guards with his MP-5 assault rifle.



"I must escape!!!" Franz Bloos cried as he gathered his briefcase and ran for the door. However Snake-Eyes spotted his flight and drew a stilletto from his combat belt. "Mein Herr!" the Universal Soldier yelled, causing Bloos to halt five feet from freedom and reach for his pistol. "Urkkkkkk!!!" the German wheezed as the stilletto pierced his neck with deadly accuracy and he fell limp to the ground. Turning to his left, Snake-Eyes fired a round from his weapon's M-203 grenade launcher which killed four more guards.



Michael Mackoo blazed away wildly with an Uzi in hand. Amidst all the smoke and confusion, he could not tell friend from foe. His clothes were drenched in sweat as he contemplated what being arrested could do to his reputation as a renowned figure in the construction sector. His hairs stood on end as he heard footsteps behind him. Mackoo whirled around with an angry cry which was turned into a whimper as he felt a jolt in the centre of his forehead. As the blood flowed freely down his face,the last sight he saw was the man who granted him a one-way ticket to Hell, Ray "Moon" Gao. The construction magnate collapsed to the floor amidst the ruins of his sinister scheme.



Undoing the restraints of the unconscious Lappe, the Producer dragged the sleeping superheroine towards the exit as the battle raged around him. In his free right hand, he held a cocked revolver. "Going somewhere Joe Leary?!!" Black Ant quipped as she blocked his escape route. "No more masks!...I was getting tired of this charade.." the Producer/Joe Leary stated as he removed his hood.



" The script's finished Leary and so are you!" the Alluring Antwoman quipped as she aimed her right Stinger at his head. "Not yet Ant bitch!..The final credit is mine!!" Leary gloated and pressed the gun to the Lappe's temple. He tensed and prepared to fire. However with lighting speed, Black Ant aimed her Stinger between the Lappe's parted thighs and fired.



"AAARGHHHH!!!!" the Producer howled as the full force of the Ant Sting registered on his dick. He dropped his hostage and staggered away in pain. Black Ant advanced towards him and caused his head to jerk sharply to the right with a solid right hook to the chin. Joe Leary fell senseless to the cutting floor of his secret studio.



"You won't win any Oscars for this performance Producer" Black Ant stated grimly as she stood over his fallen form.



End.