Lioness in Captive of the Dream Spa 2



Luanda City.

Luanda, Central Africa

10 am



Reporter Rick Casey could only shake his head. Here he was, back interviewing Caprice in her apartment after only a week since his last visit. This time it was because the young woman was leaving Luanda College, having won an international modeling contract worth millions. This was big news, but she seemed pretty unexcited about it, answering his questions without much enthusiasm, though she was dressed to kill, in a stylish mini-skirt, leather boots that went up well over her knees, and a tight spangled top.



"Yes," Caprice said, "I am going to be away from home for years, with photo shoots all over the world. The modeling agency has given me a great chaperone, Ms. Audra, so I will be watched over." "You don't care about school or leaving your family?" asked Casey. "No, I want the exposure and a career," she said. Audra, the stern-faced rep from the agency nodded, adding it was near Caprice's time for a beauty nap. "You look very tired," she said to Caprice.




"By the way, nobody has seen Princess Leona since last week," Casey said. "I tried to contact her to get a statement about your winning the modeling contract." "Oh," said Caprice yawning, "I guess she is still at the spa." What spa?," asked Casey, intrigued. The handler cut Caprice's answer short. "That's enough for today," Audra snapped, lifting the young woman up by the arm and pulling her out of the room.




"Bye," said Casey, remembering the Dream Spa van he had glimpsed on the street the week before. "I had better check that place out, something is not quite right...the Princess gone ... Caprice, an honors student, suddenly going into modeling." Casey headed to his car, determined to drive to the Dream Spa, which was way out of the city.




Meanwhile, Caprice was stretched out on her bed, woozy and weak. Audra, shaking her head, approached the beauty with a pair of ear phones and a thick pad. "You are doing so well," Audra said. "Soon you will have no thoughts but of modeling, of giving men pleasure by letting them look at your sexy body. But you must not mention the spa ever again."




"Not mention spa...," intoned Caprice dreamily. "There is no spa...this will get it out of your little mind for good," said a smiling Audra, fixing the pair of ear phones firmly on Caprice's head. "Tell me what you hear..." commanded Audra. "Forget spa...forget Lioness...forget Princess...only model for men...give pleasure to men..." chanted Caprice.




"Yes my dear," Audra said, bringing the pad of chloroform close to the woman's face, "sleep now and obey the voice." Caprice fought the treatment for a moment. "Must save Lioness," she pleaded, shaking her head, as if trying to clear it of confusion. "No," Audra said with a sneer, "only think of giving pleasure to men...of displaying your beautiful body." She firmly pressed the pad over Caprice's mouth, holding her head still with her other hand. Caprice moaned into a deep sleep. "You are helpless. Nothing can save you or the Lioness now," Audra said, as she pulled down Caprice's mini-skirt and soaked her sensitive spot in the special chloroform.




Rick Casey ran across the grounds of the Dream Spa and entered through the back way. "No reason to announce I am here," he thought. He found a doctor's smock on a chair and put it on, figuring he could move around the clinic more easily. He passed an office and, though an open door, heard a woman crisply ask, "Ready to see the latest results of the treatment on Lioness, Doctor Marlowe? "Yes," a raspy male voice answered, "she is a stubborn one, even without her superpowers. All the other women were completely trained by this point. But as long as she isn't wearing this, she will not be able to resist." Casey hid behind another door and saw a young nurse and an albino man exit the office and walk down the corridor.




"They have captured the Lioness and are doing something terrible to her," Casey thought. "Better see what they have that she needs." He stepped into the albino's office and saw the familiar Talisman belt lying on his desk. "Got to get it to the Lioness," thought Casey. "Got to find her." He stuffed the belt into his pocket and headed out in the direction the albino and nurse took.




Meanwhile, the Lioness was standing in front of the doctor and nurse, letting them admire her body. She walked up and down the room, as if she was on a cat walk. She was masked and in costume, her lustrous black hair styled and combed. High heels accentuated her long, shapely legs. Her chest was amazing. "She just woke up Doctor," said a nurse, "and she is comfortable with the idea of modeling rather than fighting crime." "Yes...no longer fight evil...will give pleasure to men to see my body...that is my power," said Lioness as if she was sleepwalking, her eyes unfocused behind her mask.




"You are worth many millions to us, my dear," answered the doctor, his eyes taking in every inch of the magnificent creature in front of him. Her huge breasts, small waist, red lips, and sleek, muscular legs. "There's already a million dollar offer from "Outdoor Life" for you to appear on the cover. The crime bosses in Luanda City are paying me hundreds of thousands of dollars to keep you a brainwashed bimbo forever. At first, you will only model in the Lioness costume, so will not be too jarring to your mind. Once you have been completely reprogrammed, you can wear other clothes. You will become one of the busiest and richest models on earth. Of course, we will control all of your funds."




"Yes..." said Lioness, "must give pleasure to men...that is my power." "She can't go to photo shoots talking like a zombie," snapped the nurse, looking at Marlowe with some concern. "That will change soon," the doctor smiled. "Once her will is broken, she will accept her new role as superheroine turned supermodel. She will sound as natural as our other patients, who can pass any test. And there will be someone with her at all times, retreating her every evening."




"I...need... something..." Lioness said haltingly. "What do you need?," asked the nurse. "My belt...must have Talisman belt ..." intoned Lioness. "Have to get that belt out of her mind for good," said Marlowe with irritation. "Bring me some of the drug that weakens the memory," he ordered the nurse, "and the new tape. It should do the trick." After the nurse left, he turned to Lioness and ordered in a soothing voice, "You need to sleep a little more, my beauty...you are tired... very tired." Lioness began to wobble on her feet; she brought her hands up to the sides of her head. The doctor quickly grabbed her around the waist, put his arms under her knees, and lifted her into a nearby bed.




"You are too weak to move," he whispered into her ear when he deposited her on the bed. Lioness protested, lifting herself up onto her elbows, trying to clear her head of cobwebs. "No!...must not sleep...you are evil...make me bimbo forever," she argued. Marlowe took a brown bottle and poured a generous dose of the liquid into the padding of a green surgical mask. "Talk all you want, you will do my bidding," chuckled the albino. "With each treatment, my combination of chloroform/sexual stimulant imprisons you deeper in your own erotic fantasies."




He placed one hand behind the Lioness's head, pressing a nerve on the back of her neck. Her body immediately relaxed. He pressed the mask tightly onto her face with the other hand. Lioness groaned weakly, "uhhhh..." Her elbows slipped forward. He lowered her head to the pillow and affixed the mask to it firmly. The doctor then spread her legs and arms, pulling the bottom of her leotard aside. With a pad, he carefully soaked her cunt with the special chloroform. "You feel nothing but pleasure -- you cannot move your limbs," he commanded. Lioness nodded.




The doctor rolled her flimsy v-slit lion skin leotard down to her waist. "This is easy, now that you have told us your weakness," he said with obvious enjoyment, slowly stroking her nipples hard with the chloroform pad, making sure both of her huge firm ebony breasts were completely covered with the sleep drug. Each touch drained the mighty heroine of her strength to resist her deeply repressed urge to pleasure men. Lioness began to purr, as if she was eager to be tamed.


The nurse returned with the tape machine and earphones.



"She fought back a little, but much less than before," the doctor boasted. "This new stuff should break her for sure." "Excellent, " responded the nurse. "No...must not sleep...must escape...," whispered Lioness. "No, you will listen to the voice," said the doctor, putting the ear phones over her head and turning on the tape machine. "Tell me what you hear, you have no choice." Lioness's eyes grew wide and she spoke slowly: "Forget belt...must give pleasure to men with my breasts...that is my power...obey doctor...pleasure him." Marlowe turned to the nurse and growled, "you can go now, I will make sure she is completely anesthetized." The nurse grunted sarcastically, knowing that one of the instructions on the tape was put in by the doctor for personal reasons. Marlowe wanted the Lioness for his own pleasure.




"Now breathe deep, Lioness," said the doctor as he mixed some of the anti-memory mixture into the chloroform bottle, pouring the liquid onto the green mask. "You will awaken with no memory of the belt, only with a wish to give pleasure to men by letting them admire your superb body." Groggy, Lioness tried disagree and keep her eyes open, but she fell into a hypnotic sleep. "Good, this time I will condition the fight out of you," said the doctor, making sure she was unconscious, holding the chloroform mask firmly on her until he felt no resistence, her breathing becoming even and slow. His fingers nimbly caressed her hardened nipples.



"Next time I will take you for myself, " he thought with excitement. The albino got up and left the room, closing the door behind him.


Rick Casey heard a good amount of what went on in the room. He hid behind the door, waiting until the doctor left. "The Lioness is under a spell," thought Casey. "Let's see if the belt will snap her out of it. If not..." But he didn't want to think about that. He entered the room, removing the mask from the Lioness's mouth and nose, tossing away the head phones. He shook her by the shoulders and then slapped her slightly, in an effort to wake her up but make as little noise as possible.



Lioness suddently opened her eyes and rubbed them. She sat up like lightening and grabbed Casey's hands, saying in a husky voice, "put your hands on my breasts... want man's touch... your touch...must give you pleasure." She placed his hands on her cleavage, rubbing them against her nipples.


"They've turned her into some sort of sex maniac," thought Casey, who couldn't break her grip. "I love touching her astonishing breasts, but this is not the time or place." "No!," said Casey, managing to get a hand free, which then tugged the Talisman belt out of his pocket, "before I touch you, put this on." Lioness looked at the belt with bewilderment. Casey took advantage of her uncertainty and snapped it around her waist. He hoped for a miracle. If not, Lioness would be nothing but a superstar clothes horse for the rest of her life.




"What? Where am I? What has happened?," said Lioness before she fell forward, in a swoon, into Casey's arms. "You are at the Dream Spa. You have undergone some kind of brainwashing treatment, so you want to be a model," the reporter said. Lioness noticed that her leotard was pulled down and put it back over her chest. "Uhhh...I remember some of it...kidnappers used some kind of powerful drug on my breasts..could not fight it..blacked out," she said. "Do you know where Princess Leona is?," asked Casey, "I think they have her here. Caprice mentioned it. They have done something to her as well. She wants to become a model."




"I'm sure the Princess is fine," Lioness said, "I feel my power returning. I'll go take care of the doctor, I remember him. Give me the ear phones and tape machine. I am going to do some reprogramming of my own." Lioness jumped out of bed and kicked off the high heels in time to see a male nurse running in. She ko'ed him with a leg in the head. "Call the police and tell them to get here as soon as they can," she said before streaking off.




Doctor Marlowe was sitting at his desk when Lioness charged in. She stood with her legs slightly apart, hands on hips, shooting him a look of haughty distain. "Sorry doc, but I am a heroine, not a model," she announced. The albino spotted the Lion Talisman belt, but replied confidently, "you can't have beaten the conditioning that quickly, my beauty. You are tired...very tired... Lioness."




Hearing those cue words, the Lioness suddenly became drowsy. The room whirled around her. She staggered -- it was hard to keep her eyes open. Her chin dropped between her breasts. She fell to her knees, her arms dangling like noodles: "Feel weak...sleepy...breasts need to be touched ...want to be tamed by man's touch."


Triumphant, the doctor jumped up, poured hefty doses of chloroform into two surgical pads and walked behind the woozy Lioness. Bending over, he placed one pad over her face, pressing her head tight against his shoulder. He reached under her leotard with the other pad and began to stroke deftly. "A dose of chloroform on your chest and you will sleep," he sneered. "After I put you out this time I am going to erase as much of your memory as I can.You are worth too much money to let get away."




"Sorry, not this time," said Lioness, who, infused with the energy from the Talisman belt, had held her breath and fought off the subliminal training. She jumped to her feet and knocked the doctor out with a blow to the neck. She placed the ear phones on his head and started the tape machine. "You aren't going to turn any more young girls into models against their will," said Lioness. "In fact, you are going to free all the women you have enslaved to fashion. And forget everything you know about me."




When the police came, the Dream Spa nurses and thugs were either tied up or knocked out, all were wearing ear phones giving them instructions from the Lioness. Meanwhile, Rick Casey found the Princess wandering the halls. "They kidnapped me too," she explained to Casey, "but they focused on Lioness after they caught her coming to my rescue. I haven't been conditioned, just kept asleep." Good," said Casey, "Caprice is being deprogrammed now, along with some of the other patients. They don't remember much about what happened. Spa documents will give us the names of the other victims. I have to file this story, it will win awards."




"I assume you aren't going to write anything that will embarrass the Lioness?" asked the Princess. He had told her about how she had been held captive and that he had helped her get free. "No," the reporter said, turning red. "So it will be just between us, that you did the Lioness such a great favor," said the Princess, smiling. "You two are even now, since you have saved her."




"Yes," said Casey, thinking about the moment the crazed Lioness had begged him to caress her amazing body. He was ashamed, but he couldn't help regret he had not taken better advantage of the situation. "Well, come over to my home this evening," said the Princess with a sparkle in her eye, "perhaps I can find a way to thank you, even if the Lioness didn't."




End