Author's note: A re-post of another old story of mine...Superstories vintage. No plans to reboot this character.

BC

Lappe in Music of the Ministrel


Whiteland, South Trinidad. 11 pm


Boysie's Bar in Whiteland had a reputation for being one of the seediest dens for criminal activity in south Trinidad. Tonight was no exception as the infamous criminal gangster named Salick Cash was playing cards in a reserved room upstairs the club..in the company of some of the crooked cops and businessmen who were on his payroll.



A heavy set bald Muslim man who had made a name for himself in trading drugs, gambling since he was 16..there seemed to be no one who would stand up to him. As the cards were dealt and drinks shared..Ackbar discussed plans with his cohorts for his new rackets. "It sound real good Salick..but what bout the Lappe!" asked a businessman. "Yeah..I hear she beat up some fellas who was building a illegal dam up river..them fellas was tough..but didn't stand no chance against she!" added a policeman. All of them knew that Lappe had put many criminals behind bars.



"What all you fussing bout?!..Lappe is just country bookie talk..Not my problem!" snorted Cash as he dealt another round of cards. Suddenly..the door to the room was kicked open. Cash and his eight cronies stood up around the table in shock... as a short woman with a shapely brown tanned body sauntered into the room. She had sexy bare feet..legs with strong thighs and calves. Tight but thin brown leatherskin panties hugged the space between her.



The crooks' gaze fell on her toned six-pack abdomen and they could not help but drool over the woman's huge but firm round breasts that were barely contained in a thin brown leatherskin bra. Her identity was concealed by a rodent like mask which covered most of her head..with strands of brown hair peeking out from under the mask. Blackened eye-slits protected her brown eyes which stared at the crooks through slits in the front of the mask..which exposed the lower part of her nose and all of her full, cherry wine lips.



She thrust her massive mammaries forward as she stood before the crooks with her hands on her curvy hips and her legs slightly apart. "Salick Cash..I is de Lappe..I is a heroine an I bringin you to justice tonight!" declared the Lappe with confidence. The senseless form of one of the crime boss' guards in the corridor outside..proof of the gorgeous rodent woman's intent. "Well..Get she!!" roared Cash as she shook himself out of his stupor.



The two of the four crooked cops lunged towards the Lappe. With uncanny agility..the curvaceous countrywoman evaded the first cop's lunge and nailed him with a left hand karate chop to the back of his neck. Bounding forward.. the wonder woman of Whiteland..drove her right leg towards the second cop..the ball of her right foot striking him hard in the gut. A businessman attempted to jump her from the side but the Lappe caught hold of the larger man with ease. "Eh eh..you cyah beat me!" taunted the rodent woman as she effortlessly tossed the businessman against a nearby wall. The other four businessmen took the opportunity to flee the scene...leaving Cash to face the music alone.



Leaping towards the last two crooked cops..the Lappe kicked their guns out of their hands with a neat flick of her left foot before they could use them. Swift punches from the countryside crusader sent both men hurtling into dreamland. This left Salick Cash standing alone on one side of the gambling table with the beateous Lappe approaching him. The sounds of police sirens were heard approaching in the distance. "I call de police before comin here..They go take you to jail.." said the sexy rodent woman with a smile on her beautiful face..standing with her hands on her shapely waist..her legs slightly apart and her big breasts pushed forward. However Cash did not appear to be the least bit frightened and this caused the Lappe to be puzzled. Distracted by her thoughts..Lappe was taken completely by surprise when a strong..hairy male arm wrapped itself around her toned abdomen and a foul smelling white rag was crudely shoved under her thin leather bra and rubbed vigorously over her brown tanned breasts.



"Ahhehhh!!..I get surprise!..someting being rub on meh boobs..Ahheee..meh teets..dem gettin real hard..I gettin..sleepy!" said the curvaceous countrywoman..foolishly admitting her sole weakness to the crime boss. She wiggled like a snake..her arms and legs flaily wildly.. in the grip of the Boysie..the bar's owner who had snuck up on her with a rag soaked in cheap rum.



Salick Cash watched in awe and in sadistic satisfaction as the woman's nipples became semi-hard and started to poke through the brown leather fabric of her bra. "I..I losing meh supa strength..tinking only..bout sex..an sleep..rum does work good on meh boobs.." moaned the wonder woman of Whiteland as her arms and legs fell limp..her head beginning to sag in the space between her big breasts.



"I go see you round Rat Woman!..Give she to de police once yuh knock out she boobs Boysie.." said Cash as he walked out of the room and disappeared into the corridor. However filled with lust about having the curvaceous Trinidadian in his grasps..Boysie lost his concentration..allowing the Lappe to regain hers. Grabbing hold of the bar owner's huge neck with her hands...the Lappe flung him hard to the floor..knocking him out instantly.



She staggered against a nearby wall rubbing her rum-dazed breasts to shake off the effects of the alcohol on them. "Meh teets..gettin soft..feelin better..but Cash an all he friends..dem get away.." said Lappe as she noticed that Boysie was the only person in the room with her. Knowing that the police saw her as a vigilante and wanted to capture her..the curvaceous countrywoman swiftly fled the scene. She would have to find another way to apprehend Salick Cash.



University of Trinidad. One week later.



Music professor Sundar Saml stared sadly at the sealed boxes in his office. A 45-year-old man with black hair that was graying at the temples.. Saml had once been the head of the university's music faculty and a musical prodigy in his own right.



However the board of the University had received information that Saml had been siphoning off funds for strange experiments involving the creation of a new type of music.They for--d him to resign his post and leave the university instead of arresting him. His 20-year-old assistant Shamilla assisted him in carrying his belongings to his van.



"What are you going to do Professor?" asked Shamilla with concern as they got into the old vehicle. "Do not worry my dear..those fools will pay for what they have done...I will play my music...but first..we must see to our new home and music studio..in Whiteland..no one will ever suspect me there.." replied the Professor with an evil gleam in his eyes.



One month later.



Police were baffled by a series of reports that beautiful young maidens had gone missing from several villages surrounding Whiteland. In each case there were rumors of strange music being heard. These rumors were never confirmed by anyone..least of all the police.



At the offices of the Daily Mirror in San Fernando..24-year-old East Indian secretary Anna Gaitree took more than a passing interest in these disappearances. She was dressed in a baggy, pale pink pants suit as she sat at her desk typing up documents for her boss. Anna was often the butt of jokes for her dowdy attire by her co-workers but none of them knew that under her drab attire was the strong and sexy body of the Lappe.



For the last month..Anna had spent most of her time dealing with petty crooks as the Lappe..and thus spent more time at her apartment in Whiteland with her boyfriend Philbert Jones..a construction worker. "Them missin women is a serious ting..I go find out more..den go crime fightin as de Lappe!" resolved Anna as she continued doing her paperwork.



Anna Gaitree's Whiteland apartment. 8 pm. One week later.



After returning home, Anna tossed aside her handbag upon entering her bedroom and began to strip out of the baggy brown pants suit she had worn to work and her white lace bra and panties.



With the curtains drawn.. no one could see her shapely and muscular body which was normally hidden beneath her baggy clothes. Nor could they see her accessing a secret compartment within her bedroom's wardrobe where she kept the crime fighting costume.



Anna's shapely hips wiggled as she slipped the tight, thin brown leatherskin panties up her tanned thighs till they fit snugly between them. The bra made of similar material was slipped over her huge breasts and strained to keep them in place. She tied her brown hair into a ponytail and then added the finishing touch by slipping what appeared to be a rodent-like mask over her head.



A plume of brown hair exited through the rear of the mask, blackened eye-slits protected her brown eyes while the front of the mask only revealed the lower part of her nose and her full cherry-red lips. Just then.. Philbert entered the bedroom. " You going out again tonight girl?..thought we was gonna stay home.." he whined as he saw Anna in her crime-fighting garb. " De Lappe has to go crime-fighting tonight... So doh wait up...I go be late" said Anna to her boyfriend in an authoritative tone and she strolled towards the window.



Philbert's protestations were briefly forgotten as he watched Anna balance on the window sill on the balls of her bare feet. He felt a rush of heat below his waist as he saw the accentuation of her buttocks along with the muscles of her thighs and calves. It was over in a second as his girlfriend disappeared into the waiting night.



Against the backdrop of a moonless sky, a shapely silhouette bounded across the rolling pastures and fields of Whiteland. With her big breasts bobbing in her thin leather bra...with every step that her bare feet took... the Lappe.. crusader of the countryside...was on the prowl.



Professor Sundar Saml's Whiteland residence. 10 pm.



Flexing her muscular thighs..the Lappe easily cleared the high stone wall which surrounded the old mansion which had been purchased one month ago by Saml. Landing nimbly on the balls of her sexy bare feet..the beauteous rodent woman..her huge globes jiggling in the thin confines of her bra..strolled confidently up to the front door of the refurbished mansion and lightly rapped on the door.



Shamilla Saml opened the door to see the superwoman of Whiteland standing before her in trademark heroine pose. Her hands resting lightly on her curvy hips..her well-muscled legs slightly apart and her enormous bust pushed forward. "Good evenin..I is de Lappe..I is a supaheroin!..I come to talk to de Prufessah bout some music lesson!" said Anna with confidence. Shamilla studied the curvaceous countrywoman from head to toe and then smiled.



"Please come with me Miss Lappe..the Professor is expecting you.." she replied. Anna was confused by what Shamilla meant but followed her into the mansion. With Shamilla leading the way..the Lappe descended a staircase which led to a basement that had been transformed into a music room containing a wide variety of flutes.



"Professor..we have a guest.." stated Shamilla as they approached Saml who was at his workbench..designing a new flute. The Professor looked up to see the Lappe strolling confidently towards him. "Yes..you illiterate country girl...the cheese I laid was too much for you to resist!" thought Saml as he studying the fabulous body of the curvaceous countrywoman..especially her huge bust.



"Prufessah Saml..I is de Lappe..I investigatin all dem missing women..de police eh send me..I does work alone..I hear dat music was playin when dem women go missin..I understan dat you know plenty bout music.." stated Anna in lengthy heroine monologue. "I am indeed pleased that you came..I have read much of your crime fighting exploits Miss Lappe..but I had no idea you were so.. beautiful..your body..it is incredible.." said Saml in a soothing voice which sent a jolt of sexual pleasure through the heroine's big breasts..causing her nipples to stiffen ever so slightly.



"Tanks..but I is a busy supaheroin..you can answer meh question?" said the Lappe as she rested her hands on her shapely waist..spread her legs slightly and accentuated her amazing chest. "Of course..music is a science Miss Lappe..a type of power that can soothe even the most savage of beasts..Observe.." replied the Professor as he picked up a flute from his desk and started to play an unusual melody on it.



"Dat music sound real nice Prufessah but I have to.." said the Lappe before a strange turn of events prevented her from finishing her sentence. "Ahehhhh..Ahehhhh..meh teets..dem gettin hard..like when meh man does play wid dem.." sighed Anna as she remained rooted to the spot..her brown eyes starting to flutter behind the blackened slits of her rodent mask..her head starting to droop between the huge mounds of her amazing chest. Saml then activated a tape recorder on his desk which continued to flood the basement with more of the strange music. "A man you desire is touching your breasts Miss Lappe..your nipples grow harder and harder under his touch..you are losing your super strength..you want to sleep....sleep..sleep" beckoned the Professor. The tactic worked like a charm as the beateous rodent woman had no choice but to think about her boyfriend Philbert.



"Aheuhhhh..meh teet cyah fight de music..it makin meh boobs real tired..I..I cyah tink..I go get away..." moaned the Lappe as she staggered drunkenly from side to side towards the staircase. "You aren't going anywhere country bitch!!" snarled Shameela as she dabbed a thick cotton pad soaked in chloroform over the summits of each of the rodent woman's big breasts.



"Ahehhhh!!!..Chloroform does take way meh powers when man put it on meh boobs!" said Anna as her nipples..stimulated by both the music and the chloroform..rapidly became as hard as concrete..and started to poke through the leather fabric of her flimsy bra. Stunned by the chloroform and her will being sapped by the music..the Lappe staggered towards a nearby bed.



"Your big breasts are very tired Lappe..you must lie down on the bed..lie on your back..spread your arms and legs wide apart.." commanded Professor Saml. "Boobs so tired..tinking of man touch..must obey Prufessah.." replied Anna as she collapsed on to the bed..rolling on her back..spreading her arms and legs wide apart. Behind the blackened slits of her mask..the 24-year-old secretary..was finding it impossible to keep her sleepy brown eyes open.



"De music..it boobwashin meh..cyah fight it..too strong..Prufessah..you kidnap dem women..I fall in a trap.." moaned the curvaceous countrywoman as she writhed slowly and sexily atop the bed. "Correct my foolish country heroine...this entire basement is soundproof..my music only hypnotises women but not men..my assistant Shamilla is wearing earplugs so she cannot be affected..you are beaten Lappe..do you understand?" said Saml with authority.



"Yes Prufessah..I is beaten..you trap meh good.." replied Anna. Her nipples were as hard as rocks ..her big breasts totally aroused..her mind filled with thoughts of sex and sleep. Just at that moment...Salick Cash and five members of his gang entered the basement. "You did good Prof..now we'll take over.." growled Cash as one of his men switched off the music. "Oohhh..what happen..Eh?!!!" said the Lappe as she was slightly shaken from her daze..but not before the other four thugs seized her arms and legs..binding her hands and feet to opposite ends of the bed.



"What's the meaning of this?!..I used my music to allow your men to easily capture those women for your prostitution ring..I was well paid for that..." said the startled Professor. "Not yet..I have a final payment for you!" said Cash as he pulled out a pistol and shot Saml once through the chest. The Professor groaned and fell dead to the floor. "Is a double cross..I go get free..but meh teets still hard..." said the Lappe as the four thugs struggled to keep her pinned to the bed.



"Miss Shamilla..if you will.." said Cash with an outstretched right hand. The Professor's assistant approached the bed and removed the rodent woman's bra to expose her large,firm round brown breasts to the criminals. Anna's dark brown nipples were glossy and hard enough to cut through steel. "The Professor was just a pawn to lure you here Lappe..now time to put your country boobs to sleep for good bitch!" sneered Shamilla as she began to stroke Anna's chest vigorously with the chloroform pad.



"Aheuhhhh...men cyah fight...chloroform...I gettin too tired..tinkin only bout..sex..sleep..I goin to black out..." moaned the gorgeous rodent woman as she struggled in futility to get free. The Lappe'sr head began to sag as her nipples became harder and harder under Shamilla's deft erotic touch. Within minutes..Anna's large breasts were coated with the chloroform. Her legs lost their strength and slightly parted.



Seeing this, Shamilla spread the curvaceous countrywoman'sr sensuous legs open wide. She ran the pad on the soft flesh of her thighs..then under her panty, rubbing her most sensitive spot. Anna's sexy feet twitched in an erotic frenzy but eventually the strength was drained from her curvaceous body which lay still on the bed. "De tinking bout sex..is too strong..too weak...no get away...gonna to sleep...the criminals beat me.." said the Lappe. Anna's brown eyes were heavy with sleep behind her mask..her huge breasts..drugged with chloroform..and she drifted slowly towards unconsciousness. The beateous rodent woman silently lamented that she did not listen to her boyfriend Philbert. "Ha ha!..the bitch is passing out..we go make she a good slave like de others!" laughed Cash.



Suddenly..the Lappe sprang to life..breaking her bonds and sending Cash's men flying all over the room with punches and kicks. "Ughh!!" groaned Cash as the Lappe's right foot slammed into his jaw..knocking him back into Shamilla. He collapsed to the floor unconscious and Shamilla ran for the exit. Noticing that Shamilla's earplugs had fallen out when Cash struck her..the Lappe quickly put them in her own ears and hit the play button on Saml's tape recorder. The hypnotic music instantly froze Shamilla in her tracks.



"Come back here.." commanded the Lappe as she donned her bra. "Yes..I obey.." replied the hypnotised Shamilla as she came and stood before the beateous rodent woman. "Now you call de police an confess de whole scheme you cook up with Salick Cash..but you go forget how you capture meh an how crooks capture meh by druggin meh boobs.." said the Lappe. "Yes..I obey.." said Shamilla as she picked up the phone and started to call the police.



end.