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Scorpion Woman in Slaves of the Black Syrian 8 Woodward East district Detroit, Michigan 8 pm Councilman THEODORE WASHINGTON...watched the images being played on the television screen before him...in the darkness and privacy of the study of his mansion in this posh district of the city. He watched as a beauteous and busty white brunette...in a thin tight purple jumpsuit...was simultaneous electrocuted and chloroformed by a woman wearing a platinum bodysuit and boots...with a Mohawk hairstyle of the same colour...in an alley. He took great pleasure in watching the woman in the purple jumpsuit...that was shredded in the areas of her chest and between her thighs...writhed helplessly as bolts of electricity from the other woman's right hand... streamed directly into the spot between the struggling brunette's legs. He watched the brunette...lactating through her hard and erect...large pink nipples...a river of milky white cum gushing forth from the space between her large thighs...wiggling frantically...until she finally lay still...her blue eyes rolled up in her head...and slowly closed as she accepted her fate. What made him even more satisfied to know was that this was not a movie...this was real life. The woman in the purple jumpsuit... was Detective MICHELLE WALKER of the 7th Precinct... who was the arresting officer for his teenage daughter TIFFANY...after she committed several felonies as the sidekick of the nefarious villainess TRICKSTER...under the name of CLOWN GIRL. While Washington insisted that his only child Tiffany was a victim...he blamed the sexy police detective for ensuring that Tiffany was incarcerated in a mental asylum for the next three years. Washington vowed to get his revenge on Michelle Walker and the video footage of her capture by the electric villainess known as STATIC... gave him that satisfaction. However it also served another purpose...which Washington did not want anyone to know about. He was a key partner in a covert sex slavery ring that was being run in Detroit by the international criminal kingpin known as the BLACK SYRIAN...benefitting from the sale of women who were kidnapped from different parts of the city...and auctioned off to wealthy customers on the black market. When he learnt from his partner in crime and colleague on the City Council...MARIO VANETTI...that the beauteous policewoman was investigating the disappearance of women in the city...women who were being kidnapped and sold as sex slaves by the very slavery ring they were a part of...Washington saw an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. On one hand...he would prevent anyone from knowing of his criminal activities as an organiser and benefactor of this secret sex slave ring. Secondly and more importantly...he would have his revenge over Michelle Walker for what happened to Tiffany. As he watched the video footage of the sexy police detective being electrocuted and chloroformed by Static...Washington also gazed lovingly as a photo of his teenager daughter...before she became Clown Girl. "Don't worry sweetheart...Daddy's going to make it right" he vowed. Campus Martius Park Detroit 8.30 pm TREY JOHNSON sat alone at a table in an Italian sidewalk restaurant...wondering if he had made the right decision to come here. The 18-year old African American teenager was here for a date with his 24 year old girlfriend...Detective Michelle Walker...who had not yet arrived. Looking around him...Trey saw some of the other tables in the restaurant were occupied by couples...who were enjoying each others company. He wanted that and more with Michelle...who had invited him on a date at this restaurant...telling him that there was something very important that she needed to tell him...before they went any further in their relationship. However Trey had already figured out what that secret was. That Michelle Walker was the Scorpion Woman...his beloved Amazon. He had discovered this after Michelle had saved him from some members of his father's former street gang...the DETROIT BONES...when he tried to get proof that women were being kidnapped in Detroit for reasons he did not yet understand. Since he started to date Michelle...Trey saw a lot of similarities between the beauteous policewoman and his Amazon. He only put everything together...after they had sex...after his near death experience at the hands of the Detroit Bones. He realised that after their ordeal with the Trickster and Clown Girl...in which he had been hypnotised into drugging and capturing her...Scorpion Woman was reaching out to him through her regular identity...to rebuild their relationship. However as Trey checked his watch...and there was no sign of Michelle as yet...concern started to creep into his mind. Had she changed her mind about them? Was she afraid to tell him her secret identity? Did she no longer love him? Was his mother WILMA right about not getting involved in a romantic relationship with an older woman who was a police detective? He was in two minds as to whether to leave or to stay. As he pondered these thoughts...Trey's cell phone rang...and he immediately thought it was Michelle calling. "Hey Michelle...Are you almost here?...I" he began. "Master Trey..." replied an electronic voice which had the tone of an old English butler. Recognising the voice...Trey got up from the table...and quickly went outside to take the call from the alien artificial intelligence known as STINGER...who gave Michelle her super powers as Scorpion Woman. "Stinger...What's going on?...I was waiting for Michelle...Has something happened to her? asked Trey with concern. There was silence for a second...before the AI responded. "I suspected you would have learnt the Mistress' secret...Yes...I fear she is in grave danger...My connection with her was severed not long ago...I can only surmise that something has happened to her...while she was on her way to meet you Master Trey.." said Stinger. "This has to do with those missing women I was investigating...Someone must have seen her save me from the Bones...and marked her...We gotta find her Stinger and fast" said Trey as he started walking away from the restaurant...his pace quickening. "Agreed Master Trey...I shall locate Mistress' last known position...it is not far from this location" replied Stingerr Grand Circus district Detroit 8.30 pm Seated behind the wheel of a grey van...Static drove into the underground garage of what appeared to be an ordinary multi-storey apartment building in this historical part of the city. However looks were deceiving as this building...owned by a real estate company which was owned by Italian American billionaire businessman/politician Mario Vanetti...was the covert headquarters of the secret sex slavery ring...codenamed...THE HAREM. Driving past several checkpoints...each of them manned by heavily armed security guards...who toted automatic weapons... Static arrived the service elevator...where two orderlies were waiting with a trolley. As the electric villainess got out of the van...she walked around to the rear of the vehicle...motioning with her right hand for the orderlies to follow her. They did so...wheeling the trolley to the back of the van. Opening the rear doors of the van...Static showed them her cargo...the busty and beauteous policewoman...Detective Michelle Walker...lying flat on her back...the thin and tight purple jumpsuit she was wearing...shredded in the area of her ample bust...and between her large thighs...with milk oozing from her hard and erect large pink nipples...as her huge firm creamy breasts rose and fell slowly...a river of milky white cum...flowing out of the parted lips of her throbbing pink clitoris. "Special delivery...this bitch is a cop...get her out of these clothes and ready to be sold..." ordered Static. The orderlies nodded as they hauled the unconscious sexy police detective out of the van...laid her atop the trolley...and wheeled her into the nearby elevator. Emerging from the elevator as it reached the upper floors of the Harem....the two orderlies wheeled the unconscious Michelle Walker to one of the conditioning rooms...where new female captives were prepared for their new lives as sex slaves. They proceeded to strip the busty policewoman of her thin tight fitting attire. Michelle's ankle high purple boots were removed by one orderly...exposing her erotic bare creamy feet. Her head sagged between her huge firm creamy breasts as she was raised into a sitting position by one orderly...ad the other...slowly slipped her out of her thin tight purple jumpsuit...that was tattered in the region of her ample bust and her throbbing cunt. The orderlies watched as Michelle's breasts exploded forth in all their naked glory as her suit was slipped down to her small curvy waist....her toned abdomen also being revealed. Allowing Michelle's upper torso to collapse on to the top of the trolley...the orderlies slid her tattered thin tight purple jumpsuit down her small curvy waist...her large thighs...strong calves...shapely ankles...and finally past the sexy toes of her erotic bare creamy feet... leaving her completely nude before them. "Wow...This lady cop's a real piece of meat...look at these of these udders...Good breeding material this bitch will make" sneered one orderly as he tapped the sexy police detective's huge firm creamy mounds...as she lay unconscious before them...and made no response. "Static really screwed this bitch good...She's still cumming...even though she's out cold" remarked the second orderly as he examined Michelle's wet and throbbing cunt...with his fingers...inserting and removing them from her cunt...getting not even a peep out of the busty policewoman. Then he noticed the silver ring on her right index finger. "You won't be needing this" quipped the second orderly as he slipped off the ring...which would allow Michelle to transform into Scorpion Woman...and added it to a box containing jewellery, cash and other items taken from other captives who were brought to the Harem...so they could not be traced. "Time for you to join the rest of the merchandise lady cop slut..." sneered the first orderly...as he took a position at one end of the trolley...near Michelle's head and the second orderly took up his position at the other end...where her erotic bare creamy feet lay...pointing in opposite directions to one another. Together they wheeled the trolley bearing the unconscious and naked Michelle Walker out of the conditioning room and into another elevator which would take them to the cell block where the other sex slaves were being held...until it was time for them to be auctioned. Her arrival in the cell block caught the attention of the other sex slaves....who were housed in translucent prison cells. They were in awe of the unconscious policewoman's curvaceous and muscular creamy body....especially her huge firm creamy breasts...as they rose and fell slowly in all their naked glory...capped at their summits by hard and erect large pink nipples...which had streams of milk oozing out of them...as well as a river of milky white cum flowing out of the parted lips of her throbbing cunt...pooling on the trolley in the space between her parted large creamy thighs. Murmurs of curiosity spread amongst the sex slaves...from one translucent cell to another as the naked and unconscious busty policewoman was carried past them. "Who is she?...Look at her body...Are those breasts for real...She's lactating and cumming...Looks like she put up a fight...They must have nailed her really good...She's not faking...She's totally out of it. "Settle down bitches...This slut is a cop...an she's just as helpless as you..." said one orderly noticing the amount of attention being directed at the latest sex slave... and waved his right hand in the air. On cue...plumes of green gas...filled the adjoining cells...from vents in the floors and the ceilings...sending their scantily clad female occupants into a frenzy...screaming...pounding the walls of their cells with their hands and feet...until they were overwhelmed with by the potent anaesthetic gas...and a female symphony of..."Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" filled the cell block as the 50 sex slaves collapsed to the floors or bunks of their cells and lost consciousness. Drugged with chloroform...her huge firm creamy Scorpion Breasts and her virgin Scorpion Cunt electrocuted excessively by Static...Michelle Walker was oblivious to everything happening around her...as the orderlies wheeled her into one of two empty cells in the block. Her head lolled backwards...her shoulder length glossy black hair hanging limp...as one orderly grabbed her under her shaven armpits...while the second orderly grabbed her by her shapely ankles...as they lifted her off the trolley and laid her flat on her back atop the hard bunk in the middle of the cell. They stood and watched as the sexy police detective's naked huge firm creamy bust rose and fell slowly before them...capped at their peaks by large...hard and erect...pink nipples...with milk streaming out of them...and a river of thick white liquid gushing out of the parted lips of her throbbing cunt...as she lay on the bunk. "Welcome to the Harem" sneered one of the orderlies as they stepped out of the cell...sealed it...leaving Detective Michelle Walker...aka the Scorpion Woman...naked and unconscious inside...as yet unaware of the grave peril that she was in. On the other hand...this was a fact that PROFESSOR PAULA JONES was all too well aware of...in another part of The Harem....under the personal treatment of the international criminal kingpin known only as the Black Syrian. Lying flat on her back...her shapely ebony arms and long shapely ebony legs spread wide apart...bound at the wrists and ankles to opposite ends of the bed...her never ending nightmare continued. She was once again wearing the yellow feline mask...and thin yellow panty...which the black hooded international crime kingpin...had her dressed in ever since she was kidnapped and brought to this living hell. The thin yellow bra that the Black Syrian had for--d her to wear as part of this strange attire was gone this time...but white patches which had wired running from them...were attached to Paula's big black nipples. "Let me go you fiend!!...Let me go!!...Let me go!!" cried the busty ebony professor...who had been for--d by Black Syrian to be dressed up to play the role of a super heroine. "No Yellow Cat!!...You shall not escape me this time!!" declared the hooded villain as he turned the dials on the control panel in front of him...sending hundreds of volts of electricity through Paula's big black nipples...which were hard and erect from hours of torture...either directly administered by the Black Syrian himself or by his minions...all the while...keeping her dressed in this mock super heroine attire. "AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE....AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ...AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" screamed Paula as her shapely ebony body gyrated wildly atop the bed that she was bound to...her fists clenched and the toes of her sexy ebony bare feet curled with tension. Beneath the black hood of the Black Syrian...billionaire Qatari businessman SAMUEL HABIB...smiled with sadistic satisfaction as he watched the busty black professor writhing helplessly and frantically as he applied repeated electric shocks to her shapely ebony bust...thinking all the while about Yellow Cat...the Busty Jamaican Amazon...who had thwarted his criminal schemes within recent times. So engulfed in his obsession and hatred for the beauteous Superwoman of Jamaica...the Black Syrian was unaware that Paula Jones and Yellow Cat were not one and the same. "Uuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuh" moaned Paula...her shapely ebony body glazed with sweat...the hardened outlines of her big black nipples visible against the patches...as the international criminal kingpin shut off the electricity for a moment...to watch the busty ebony professor's naked rack heave sexily up and down...as she reeled under the effects of repeated electrocution. "Now Yellow Cat...You will submit to me...You shall acknowledge the Black Syrian as your master...and accept that I am superior to you...in all ways...and that you shall be my slave...forever!!" declared the hooded villain. "No way...You psycho...You kidnap women...and sell them...like livestock...You must be stopped...You must be...brought...to justice...I'll get free...and stop you...expose you...I'll never give up...I'll never...submit...to you" quipped Paula. "Then so be it...Yellow Cat" snarled the Black Syrian and flipped the switches before him again. "AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE....AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE..." screamed Paula...her shapely ebony body gyrating wildly atop the bed...as the Black Syrian subjected her to more electric shock treatment through her big black nipples. Setting the switches on maximum...watched the wild movements of the busty black professor's shapely intensify...as she struggled in futility to get free...as the intensity of the electric current being administered to two of her most erogenous body parts were increased. The Black Syrian's brown eyes gleamed with sadistic satisfaction...as he watched the busty black professor...clad in the mock attire of his super heroine nemesis...gyrating frantically atop the bed...a growing wet spot appearing in the middle of the thin yellow panty which barely hugged the space between her large ebony thighs...and the outline of her big black nipples becoming visible against the fabric of the patches covering them...as electric current was transmitted through them...into her large shapely ebony mounds. As he watched her...the international criminal kingpin...saw images of the Busty Jamaican Amazon...lying topless and unconscious before him...as he imagined himself freely groping her naked bust...probing her wet and throbbing cunt...hearing her moaning erotically in pain...and pleading for mercy. Engrossed in his obsession for Yellow Cat...fantasising that Professor Paula Jones was the Sexy Superwoman of Jamaica...and of how he would make her pay for all the times that she thwarted his schemes...including one he devised days earlier to brainwash Doctor LARA GOODNITE...heiress to the billion dollar empire of Jamaican business magnate GORDON GOODNITE...the Black Syrian did not know he was no longer in the special treatment room where he was personally torturing Paula Jones. The international kingpin only became aware of the presence of the other person in the room when that person was standing directly behind him. "What is it...Static?" asked the Black Syrian without even turning around to face the electric villainess and look her in the eye. For her part...Static was amazed that even in his state of obsession of mercilessly torturing this particular sex slave...the busty black professor she had kidnapped outside of a restaurant owned by Mario Vanetti...he still could tell that she was there. "We have a situation sir...Someone...a policewoman is aware of what we're doing...your associate Councilman Theodore Washington alerted me to this...I captured her and brought her here. Hearing this...the hooded villains turned off the electricity that was flowing through Paula's big black nipples...through the patches that covered them. "I will have words with Mr Washington...This could indeed place our operation in Detroit at a grave risk... Contact Mario Vanetti...and have him come to The Harem...I will decide what to do with this policewoman that Mr Washington directed be included in our inventory of female stock for sale...I shall deal with Yellow Cat later..." replied the Black Syrian as he walked out of the room...with Static following close behind...leaving the machinery to power down...and the shapely ebony body of Paula Jones to collapse on her back atop the bed she was bound hand and foot to. Left alone in the room...Paula took some small consolation from what she had heard before the Black Syrian ended her latest erotic torture session...before going away to attend to other matters. "Uuuuuuuuh...They've kidnapped a cop...She must be looking for me... have to find...a way to contact her...Uuuuuuuuuh...she's the only hope for me...and...Uuuuuuuuh...the other women...have...to escape...from this nightmare...There is still hope...I have to hold on...just a little longer...have to...Uuuuh..No...Uuuuh...not again..Uuuh ...Uuuuuh...Uuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu uuuh" moaned Paula as she simultaneously lactated...and a powerful orgasm exploded between her large ebony thighs...knocking her unconscious again. Campus Martius Park Detroit 9 pm Trey stood grimly over the abandoned Harley Chopper motorcycle which belonged to his girlfriend...Detective Michelle Walker aka Scorpion Woman which lay in an alley about block away from the restaurant where he was waiting for her. "Someone must've ambushed Amazon here..." deduced the African American teenager as he watched the bike. "And no ordinary person Master Trey...I am detecting high levels of electrical interference around Mistress' motorcycle...these same electrical fields must be what blocked my link to her...the attack must have been swift and severe...Mistress is not one to be taken by surprise..." said Stinger...the alien artificial intelligence...speaking through Trey's cell phone. "Not unless she had something else on her mind..." added Trey...with a tinge of sadness in his voice...which did not go unnoticed by the AI. "You are not to blame for this Master Trey...Mistress loves you...She would not want you to blame yourself for any tragedy that may have befallen her..." said Stinger. 'Yeah...I know..." replied Trey as he knelt beside the fallen motorcycle. Just then...the alert teenager noticed something. Stinger sensed it as well. "Master Trey...What is it?" asked the AI. As Trey extended his fingers towards the metal surface of Michelle's Harley Chopper....he felt the air around the bike crackle with electricity. "The air...around the bike...it's electrified..." replied Trey...as he slowly stood up. Extending his right hand in the direction of the alleyway's opening...the teenager found a trail of electrical energy in the air...leading out in the direction of the street. "Whoever kidnapped Amazon...gives off electricity...like an electric eel... ...it leads away from here...there's a trail...if we follow it...we can find where Amazon has been taken" deduced Trey. "An excellent deduction Master Trey...I can adapt my sensors to trace the residual energy..." replied Stinger. Lifting the bike off the ground...Trey prepared to mount it. Straddling the bike the teenage boy started it and rode out of the alleyway. "Let's move Stinger...Follow that electricity...We've got to find Amazon in time...Who knows what the scum who have hare are planning. Grand Circus District Detroit 9 pm The Black Syrian...Static...and Councilman Theodore Washington...watched a video screen which provided them with closed circuit television footage of Detective Michelle Walker...lying naked and unconscious in the translucent cell in the prison block of the Harem. She lay flat on her back atop the bunk in her cell...her slender muscular arms limp on either side of her curvy creamy upper torso.Her naked huge firm creamy breasts rising and falling slowly with each deep breath that she took. At their summits...they were capped by large hard and erect pink nipples in the middle of wide and thick pink areolas. Her long muscular creamy legs were spread slightly apart below her small curvy waist...offering the trio a good look at her neatly trimmed forest of black pubic hair between her large thighs...her erotic bare creamy feet angled pointing in different directions to each other. Over the speakers...they heard Michelle moaning..."Uuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuh" as she lay atop the bunk in her prison. "The gas will keep the cop slut turned on and in dreamland...She's a tough one...Had to use more of my charge to take the fight out of the bitch" remarked Static.As he gazed upon the video footage of the unconscious policewoman...adjusting the angles to study her erogenous body parts in particular...the Black Syrian could not deny that Michelle Walker was one of the finest female specimens he had come across since he got involved in sex slavery many years earlier. Her body reminded him in many ways...of the voluptuous and muscular body of the beauteous Jamaican superwoman known as Yellow Cat. However...for reasons he could not understand...those same thoughts brought him back to his initial concerns about the latest addition to the female stock in The Harem. "Static tells me that this policewoman was captured on your orders" said the Black Syrian as he looked at Washington. "Yes...She sent my little girl to prison...Mario Vanetti told me that she was investigating the missing women who we've been collecting for our sex slavery ring...I figured why not kill two birds with one stone...So I had the bitch followed and I told Static to bring her here" said the Councilman with pride. His response earned him a vicious slap across his face from the gloved right hand of the Black Syrian. "Fool!!...Do you not know what you have done?!!" roared the international criminal kingpin. "Yes!!...I am going to get justice for my daughter!!...By making this woman suffer!!" declared Washington. This earned him a second slap across the face from the hooded villain. "Fool!!...Her presence here threatens everything that I have built here!!...My orders were clear...The women we acquire must not have any ties that can be traced...The authorities will come looking for this woman when she does not report for duty...She must be disposed of and disposed of quickly!!" ordered the Black Syrian. "What?!!..No!!...She must pay for what she has done...I" yelled Washington. His rant was stopped as the international criminal kingpin...with lightning speed pulled out a pistol...pressed it against the middle of his forehead and cocked the trigger. "Static...See to it that policewoman is included in the next batch for auction...Also...I will have words with Mario Vanetti on his allowing this fool to compromise my operation...This is my command!" declared the Black Syrian. "Yes sir" replied Static. Rivertown district Detroit 9.15 pm Sitting alone in the solitude of his apartment...Detective ARTHUR RAFFERTY... had only one thing...or rather one persons on his mind... the famous super heroine...the seven foot Sexy Strongwoman of Justice...MISS MUSCLE. Her exploits in Alpha City in the American Midwest made her an idol to him... as a young man...and led him to a career in law enforcement. When she suddenly vanished from the public eye ten years ago...Arthur wondered what became of her. He had that question answered hours earlier...when he found her naked...drugged...and facing certain death. The brave detective remembered how he saved her...and how she asked him to arouse her...to help her regain her great strength. He also remembered how she single handedly stopped a substitute science teacher who was selling a spspecial kind of cocaine to the kids in Detroit. More importantly...Arthur remembered the Bodacious Bodybuilder being in his apartment...earlier this very evening...thanking him for helping her...and trying to convince him to come with her to a meeting at Mario Vanetti's mansion. He remembered caressing her amazing voluptuous and muscular golden bronzed body...especially her immense bust...feeling her big golden brown nipples...which he had been privileged to see when he saved her from certain death. He couldn't believe that he almost had sex with his idol...and that she seemed to want it too...before she suddenly flew away. As he pondered these thoughts...his attraction to the Herculean Heroine...and her attraction towards him... Arthur heard his cell phone ring. Getting up from the couch in his living room...where he was sitting...the detective walked over to the table where his cell phone was ringing. Could it be Miss Muscle calling him? The thought crossed his mind briefly as he saw the number calling him was unlisted. "Rafferty" said Arthur as he answered the phone. "Hey hero cop...I got some info on that hot partner o yours..." an electronically garbled voice said. Arthur's fantasies about Miss Muscle were immediately pushed to the back of his mind. "Who is this?!...What's happened to Detective Walker?!" demanded Arthur...his concern growing by the second...as he listened to what the anonymous caller was saying about his partner and friend. Grand Circus District Detroit 9.20 pm As he rode through this district of the city...on the Harley Chopper that belonged to his new girlfriend...Detective Michelle Walker... Trey Johnson's concern was also growing....for the sexy police detective who was also his Amazon...the scourge of the criminal element in Detroit...the sexy Scorpion Woman. "The electrical trail is getting stronger Master Trey...the Mistress is being held prisoner somewhere within this area" said the alien artificial intelligence known as Stinger...via the police band radio in the middle of the motorcycle. "Whoever's got Amazon...I mean Michelle...has gotta have an army backing them...We're going to need the cops..." said Trey as he picked up the radio. "Hello...Hello...Officer needs assistance.. There's an electric super villainess on the loose...kidnapping women as sex slaves....Can anybody hear me?!" yelled Trey into the radio...as he continued to ride Michelle's motorcycle frantically through the streets of the district...that was filled with many buildings of historical interest to the city. However his calls for help received no favourable reply from police dispatch. "Get off this frequency...Wasting police time is an offence...Who is this?...You're not authorised to be on this frequency..." were the responses that Trey's call drew. "It's no good Stinger...The cops are responding...We got to do something to get their attention...We have to save Michelle..." said Trey...anxiety and fear building in his voice. "So we shall Master Trey..." replied the alien AI. Before Trey could say another word...an aura of energy swirled around Michelle's Harley Chopper...as he rode it through the streets of the district. Trey was amazed as the bike began to change its form as it sat astride it. "Wow..." gasped the teenager in awe when the aura faded...as he found himself no longer riding an old Harley Chopper bike...but a sleek silver motorcycle...bearing black scorpion insignia on it sides...and felt the mystic energy that was fuelling it. "Behold Master Trey...The Scorpion Cycle..." declared Stinger. Remembering that the police regarded Scorpion Woman as a criminal...and knew her motorcycle on sight...Trey realised what Stinger's plan was...to use the Scorpion Cycle as a way to attract the attention of the police. "Way to go Stinger!...Let's punch it!" said Trey. "As you wish Master Trey" replied the AI and the silver motorcycle accelerated rapidly in less than a second...following the trail of electricity left by Static through the streets of the Grand Circus District...catching the attention of two squad cars...whose occupants were instantly stirred into action...as they recognised the speeding Scorpion Cycle and while they could not make out the rider...they assume it was the most wanted...Scorpion Woman. Trey smiled as he heard their sirens blaring behind him. "Hang on Amazon...We're coming to save you" said Trey as the Scorpion Cycle accelerated as other police cars joined in the chase. Word of the high speed chase in the Grand Circus District was soon being broadcast widely across the police radio band...and it caught the attention of Detective Arthur Rafferty...who was driving in his car...after receiving an anonymous phone call that something had happened to his partner...Detective Michelle Walker. "Scorpion Woman!...She's gotta be involved in this" thought Arthur as he turned on his siren and sped to join the chase. 9.25 pm "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuh" moaned Michelle Walker...rolling her head from side to side...trying to shake off the overwhelming dizziness and fatigue...that was keeping her weak and sleepy. The beauteous policewoman...had never felt so absolutely helpless in her life...and her jaded brain was trying to figure out what happened...to bring her to her present predicament. The last thing she remembered was feeling happy as she rode on her Harley Chopper to the Italian restaurant for her date with her teenage boyfriend Trey Johnson. She remembered how she had planned to take him back to the Scorpion Nest...tell him she was the Scorpion Woman...and then show him just how much she loved him. She had missed him terribly...and decided it was now time to tell her teenage boyfriend the whole truth about her. However her feelings of joy and anticipation...were cruelly interrupted by sudden and agonising pain...in her breasts and in her cunt. She remembered herself being powerless as her big pink nipples...were swiftly made hard and erect...forcing her to lactate uncontrollably...and she felt like she was being fingered rapidly in her cunt...causing to orgasm multiple times. The last thing the sexy police detective remembered was something white and thick being pressed over her nose and mouth...the familiar sickly sweet aroma of chloroform...and then nothing but a seeming eternity of blackness...until now. "Uuuuuuuuuh...Where...am I?...Feel so...tired...Feel so...weak...so sexy...Uuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuh" sighed Michelle....rolling her head from side to side...trying to clear the cobwebs from her foggy brain...as her blue eyes slowly opened. The sexy police detective saw blurry images of a black woman...wearing some kind of skimpy yellow attire...looking at her...and she heard garbled noises from the images...as if the woman was trying to tell her something. As her consciousness slowly returned...both the image of the woman and what she was saying became clearer to Michelle. "Officer...Thank God...You've got to help us..." said the black woman who was dressed in a flimsy yellow bra and panty...which barely covered her shapely ebony body. As she looked at the black woman...as her vision cleared...Michelle remembered her face from a photo she had seen days earlier. "You...You're...Professor Paula Jones..."sighed the beauteous policewoman...as her senses slowly returned to her. Paula felt relieved and amazed by her words. "Yes...How did you know?" asked the busty black professor. "I'm...Uuuuuuh...Detective...Michelle...Walker...7th Precinct...A student...at the University...Juan Marquez...reported you missing...I was...investigating...Where are we?...What's going on?" asked Michelle...as she pressed the palms of her hands against the bunk and slowly raised herself into a sitting position. "You were kidnapped Detective...just like I was...We're in some kind of prison...along with a lot of other women...being sold like sex slaves...to wealthy buyers...You've got to do something to get us out of here" said Paula. "Uuuuuuh...Yes...Don't worry...I'll..." began Michelle...before she was confronted with a stark reality. "Oh my God!" gasped Michelle as she realised that she was totally nude. "They brought you in here naked Detective...They must know who you are...and they were afraid that you had some concealed weapon" said Paula. The busty black professor had no idea how right she was...but Michelle did...as she looked at her right hand. "My Scorpion Ring!...It was taken off me while I was unconscious!...Without it...I can't change into Scorpion Woman...or contact Trey or Stinger!...What am I going to do?!" thought the sexy police detective. To be continued |
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