Lioness in The Deadliest Trap



Luanda City

Luanda. Central Africa

Noon




A video of the Lioness kicking a quartet of crooks around as if they were empty cans was showing on a large television screen in a luxury home at the edge of Luanda City. It was painful viewing for Jason Mabuto, long time crime boss, who flinched at every kick and sock to the jaw of a faithful employee. He needed an extra strong drink to sit through the tape. "She just collared Kabinga," he sputtered to the man sitting next to him, "if she and this Lion Girl keep it up, there won't be any drug trade in the city at all."

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"They have to be stopped, but so far everyone," Mabuto ranted, "including that nitwit Kabinga, has failed." Mabuto looked closely at the man next to him, kept his eyes trained on the voluptuous Lioness, especially whenever she was filmed talking to "Luanda City Times" reporter Rick Casey. "That's why we brought you in," Mabuto said. "We have given you everything we have on the super bitch. Videos and eye-witness accounts, everything we got." The man nodded and tossed a thick file on the ground ."So, what do you think?" asked Mabuto with hope in his voice, "one million on accepting the job, another when it is completed -- the end of the Lioness."

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"She is a magnificent creature, one of the most beautiful women in the world," said the man, who stood up to face Mabuto, "I am a psychologist, not a hired assassin. To my mind, there is no need to kill her, only have her disappear." "Look, I don't care if she is dead or vanished or what," said Mabuto, "just not getting in our way." "Everything you gave me so far is useless, at least for my purposes," continued the man, "except for the interesting report from the operative who saw the Lioness kiss Rick Casey, the reporter, in the hospital."

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"Look, I don't care who she dates," screamed Mabuto, "I want her gone!" "Oh, she will be gone," replied the man, "the Lioness is a worthy foe, a challenge to my knowledge of the female mind and how it can be controlled." He paused and then said, "First, I have to take Casey on as a patient and see if rumors of Lioness's affection for him are true. And then give this to the superheroine, at the right times."

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He held up a vial of clear liquid to Mabuto. "What that?," asked the king pin. "Something that even the mighty Lioness cannot resist," responded Hans Boll, "if she is attracted to Casey." The evil mind master looked bact at the screen, admiring the buxom heroine, and said, "when I am finished she will want nothing but to be possessed by him. There will be no time for crime-fighting." Mabuto laughed at the thought of Lioness as nothing but a sex toy to a two bit reporter.



24 hours later

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Luanda City

Luanda. Central Africa

10 am




"I got this in the mail," said Rick Casey to a pretty receptionist at Boll's office a week later. "Says I have a free consultation if I want." "It sure does," said the woman, who smiled a bit too much, "he will see you now." Casey was surprised when he walked into the office: it wasn't like a hospital room at all, more like an academic's study. "Sit down on the couch," said Boll matter-of-factly. He was a youngish man, blonde, neatly dressed, and handsome.

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"I may use something to relax you during this session," he said, "if you don't want the drug, I won't use it." "No," responded Casey, "you are famous, even I have heard of you, so you must be legit." "Ok," responded Boll, who pushed a button under his desk. A vent quietly sent an odourless, but powerful, stream of hypnotic gas at Casey's face.

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"Tell me why you are here," said Boll. "Well, doc," said Casey, "I am attracted to an unattainable woman, the Lioness!" "Oh?" said Boll. "Yes, I know she cares for me," Casey said, she's told me I am special to her, even kissed me, but nothing can come of it, she's dedicated to fighting crime." The reporter yawned and leaned back on the couch. His eyes began to droop. "This makes me unhappy and alone. No other woman means anything to me..." Casey continued.




"Well, what would you like?" asked Boll. "Well, I.....I..." stuttered the reporter. "Spit it out," snapped Boll, who rose from the chair, "what would you like to have happen. Do you want to forget her and find someone else?" "I want the Lioness to be my girl friend...to make her mine," said Casey slowly. Because of the gas, Casey thought he could tell this helpful man anything.

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"Good," said Boll, "hold nothing back from me. I want to help you, perhaps ever find a way you can win her over." Casey looked groggy but pleased: "You can do that?" "With your help," answered Boll, "you already know a way to make her yours." By this time, the gas had weakened Casey completely; he wanted to do whatever Boll said he had to do to tame the Lioness. He didn't hesitate to answer Boll when he asked about the Lioness's weaknesses. He told him about her vulnerability to chloroform and the sexual arousal of her breasts. He even told Boll about the secret of her Lion Talisman belt; without it, Lioness had normal strength. Boll didn't look very interested.

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"But you don't want to harm her, do you?" asked Boll, "you want her to come to you of her free will." "Yes," responded Casey, reassured by Boll's obvious respect for the Lioness. "How could make the Lioness come to you without hurting her?," asked Boll innocently. "She...She...is very competitive..." said Casey, as if he had already thought about his stragety. "You have told me something useful," smiled Boll, "I am going to help you, but you must do whatever I say. "Yes," said Casey, in a monotone. "You will not tell the Lioness about this until I tell you to," said Boll. "Yes, Mr. Boll," said Casey, who could only think of one thing -- that the sexy Lioness would be his.

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Boll realized that as long as he told Casey Lioness would come to him willingly, the smitten reporter would obey any of his commands. The success of the trap depended on how the Lioness reacted. If she cared for Casey, Boll could fan that spark into a bonfire that would consume her and make him millions.

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2 pm



On her daily rounds, Lioness came upon three of Mabuto's goons peddling drugs to kids at a Luanda Grammar School. After a flurry of kicks and karate chops, which left the men groaning in pain on the ground, she saw Rick Casey get out of his jeep and walk over. She smiled, glad to see the reporter. Then she saw a woman by his side. She was taller than Leona, slim and red-headed and in her late '20s. She looked absolutely smashing in min-skirt and thigh-high black boots. She had an eye-popping chest that rivaled the bust of the Lioness. Casey and this woman were holding hands. Lioness couldn't hide the shock on her face when they came up to her.

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"Hi," Lioness," said Casey, "I want you to meet Lucinda Cess, "a new reporter at the "Times." We are dating." Cess looked the Lioness over, didn't appear to be impressed, and said, "I am so glad to meet you, Rick has told me so much about you. I am glad you were around to save his life so we could get together." "Ah...yes Miss Cess...nice to meet you," stammered the Lioness, looking at Casey with surprise. "We want some details about what just happened for a story for the paper, " said Casey. "Yes," added Cess, putting her arms around Casey and playfully kissing him on the lips, "this is my first story." Lioness answered some of her questions, but without much interest, her heart and mind wasn't in it. She left quickly, without even saying goodbye.




Lucinda turned to Casey and said in a serious voice, "she was jealous, all right. Boll will be pleased." Casey looked encouraged. Lucinda wasn't his type, but if it made Lioness want to be with him, he would continue with pretending they were together. It certainly seemed to rattle the Lioness. Cess smiled and thought, "Boll is a genius. The Lioness will be tamed for sure."

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6 pm




Meanwhile, the upset Princess Leona was talking about Casey and his new girl friend with Caprice, her niece and super heroine sidekick, Lion Girl, who was doing stretching exercises, bending over and touching her toes to keep her shapely legs in shape. "I didn't like to see him with somebody else," snapped Leona. "Auntie, you can't have it both ways," fired back Caprice, who, at the age of 18, liked to think she knew all about romance, "Casey likes you a lot and you told him he was special and then kissed him. What's the guy supposed to do, wait forever?"

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"Well," said Leona thoughtfully, "I can't have a relationship while fighting evil as the Lioness, it makes me sleepy and saps my strength." "So let him have a girl friend," said Caprice," especially if she is as attractive as you describe. Wonder where she got those boots?" Lioness did not tell Caprice, but she was not going to let the matter drop. Lucinda may be working for criminals out to harm Casey. Also, though the Lioness couldn't admit it to herself or to Caprice, but she couldn't get Rick out of her mind after she saw him kissing another woman. Her breasts tingled whenever she thought of him touching her beautiful rival.

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24 hours later

4 pm



The next day, the Lioness spotted trouble near an old warehouse. When she got closer, she saw four armed men, Mabuto's thugs, surrounding Rick and Lucinda. Somehow the reporters had stumbled into the middle of a drug deal: she would have to save them. Before she could act,, Lucinda cartwheeled forward and, with her feet, knocked the guns out of the thugs' hands. The criminals ran off. "Lioness, " the red-haired fury said when Leona walked over, "you were late, so I took care of Rick." Lucinda leaned over and whispered, with a nasty tone, into the heroine's ear, "No need for you to protect Rick Casey any more, I take care of my own man."




As instructed by Boll, Rick kissed Lucinda affectionately, thanking her for getting them out of trouble. Hands on hips, legs spread slightly apart, Lioness stood in frustration, replaced in Casey's affections. After that, Leona decided to investigate the mysterious Lucinda Cess. The Princess called the newspaper and, under the excuse of wanting to contact Cess, got her home address. Lioness bounded up to the door of the first floor apartment, which was in one of Luanda City's posher neighborhoods.




"Let's see who Cess is working for," thought Lioness. She walked around the apartment, which was empty except for a bed, a table, some chairs, and a computer. She turned red when she saw some of Rick's clothes thrown over a chair. Her heart was thumped, her huge ebony breasts tingled. "So he is with her at night," Lioness thought, unable to hide her disappointment.

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The heroine was so upset she didn't notice she was beginning to feel tired. When the Lioness entered the apartment, she tripped a sensor: a powerful chloroform gas, colorless and ordourless, was soundlessly pumped into the rooms. "Nothing here," Leona thought, though she sat down in front of the computer to check out the files. But everything around her started to swirl around. Her arms, heavy as lead, dropped to her sides. Her muscular legs drooped under the table, "Got to get out of here...some kind of trap," she mumbled...her brown eyes fluttering behind the slits of her lion pelt cowl.

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But, as the Lioness attempted to get to her erotic ebony bare feet, the door opened. Wearing a gas mask, Lucinda jumped at the lethargic Lioness, aiming her foot at the heroine's huge chest. "Ahhah..." groaned the Lioness, her huge firm ebony breasts in pain, as he stumbled backwards against the wall. She fell over onto all fours, weak and confused. Lucinda quickly pulled out a plastic bag containing a thick surgical pad out of her purse.. Before the woozy Lioness could get to her feet, Lucinda removed the pad and clamped it over the heroine's mouth and nose. The red head slipped her other hand under the top of the Lioness's bulging leotard, and stroked her massive breasts.

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"Ahhh..chloroform...pain to my breasts...nipples being fondled helpless...fallen into...a trap...getting so sleepy...no choice...got to black out.." moaned the Lioness, whose arms and legs became as limp as noodles. Lucinda, squeezing her breasts and nipples... and holding the pad firmly her mouth and nose, slowly lowered the limp Lioness to the floor, waiting a few minutes before removing the chloroform pad, until her unconscious foe's breathing was slow and regular. "Boll was right about you," Lucinda sneered as she stood up and removed the gas mask, testing the air. "He knew you would come here, out of jealousy," she said, putting her arms underneath the Lioness and dragging her onto the bed.




"I have to admit," the red-haired villianess said she sat on her knees beside the unconscious Leona, "you are an impressive sight." She ran her finger over the Lioness's taut stomach, full breasts...sensual legs and erotic bare ebony feet. Without the mask, her face, with its high cheek bones, full red lips, and silky raven hair, must have been a beautiful sight.

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Lucinda had instructions from Boll to carry out to the letter. She turned the Lioness over, removed the Lion Skin leotard and Talisman belt, and, taking out a cloth covered with a muscle relaxant, began to rub it into the smooth flesh of her shoulders and back, along the sensitive insides of her thighs and into her round and tight ass. "I can feel your strength disappearing," she said to the Lioness, turning her over and vigorously rubbing the Lioness's fabulous but vulnerable breasts.




As she kneaded the sexy flesh, she could feel it surrender to her touch. "Rick...must save Rick..." moaned Lioness as she struggled to come to. Lucinda giggled. "Yes my dear, fight with all your strength to save Rick from me, that is just what Boll knew you would want."After a few minutes, every inch of the Lioness, including her feet and hands, were left soft and supple by the lotion. Her body gleamed with the oil. Just to make sure Lioness was helpless, Lucinda pushed the heroine's head up against her knees and pressed the chloroform pad against her mouth while slowly stroking her breasts.




"Rick Casey told us how to keep you helpless," she sneered.Lucinda took out her cell phone and called Boll. "She is ready for the drug," reported the red-haired villianess to the psychologist, "she drifts in and out of consciousness and keeps babbling about saving Rick from me." "Excellent," responded Boll, "now inject about half of the vial into her breasts. And keep talking to her about Casey."

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"What are you doing...to...me?" asked Leona, her eyes fluttering behind the slits of her lion skin cowl... her head wobbling from side to side. "You won't remember anything so I'll tell you," said Lucinda, "I'm injecting a mixture that Boll originally developed for frigid women. But he's made it a hundred times more powerful. It actually changes a woman's body chemistry.Your sexual hormones and appetite, your love fantasies, will be much, much more powerful. Your emotions will become dominant; the part of the brain that blocks your physical urges will go into a deep sleep."

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"No...must...fight evil...not...have forbidden thoughts," blurted out Lioness, weakly. "No, you must think of Rick Casey, must save him from me by having him yourself...he is the master of your breasts," Lucinda said in a commanding tone as she cupped one of the Lioness's breasts. She dabbed her nipple with alcohol and injected the area with a needle filled with Boll's mixture."Never felt such pleasure...cold and hot at the same time" moaned the Lioness, who began to squirm on the bed, her arms and legs moving sensually on the blanket. "You are a very sexy woman," said Lucinda, "dressing like you do in public. Let that part of you be in control." "OOO...ahhaah..." groaned Leona, as Lucinda injected her second breast with the rest of Boll's concoction.

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"That's the genius of Boll's technique," explained Lucinda, "it makes it so you cannot resist a man you care for. We can not make you love someone. But we can make you helpless in the hands of a man you want to make love to." Lioness could no longer answer Lucinda's words, only moan, arch her back, and kick her legs as explosions of sheer pleasure ran throughout her body. Her breasts felt as if they were melting into a pool of sweetness: they felt hot and cold at the same time.




"We needed to relax you so that the mixture would be able to overwhelm your body," said Lucinda to the dazed and aroused heroine. "So weak...sleepy...can only think of Rick Casey...touching my breasts," said the limp Lioness."She is reacting perfectly, Boll," Lucinda said to Boll on the phone. She examined the Lioness's amazing body, coated with sweat and the relaxant. She slowly stroked her crotch to make sure it was wet; her nipples were hard as rocks. Lucinda deftly rubbed the large ebony mounds, running her finger nails around the nipples, which become even harder. Leona gasped with pleasure.




​"Rick Casey...must have him...he is the master of my breasts...protect him from evil rival..." Lioness cried passionately. "Now put her to sleep, so her body will absorb the solution, " instructed Boll over the phone, who sounded turned on himself. Lucinda freshened the thick pad with a hefty dose of chloroform, adding drops from the vial for good measure. She pressed it against the Lioness's face, whose eyes quickly closed.

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"Boll isn't taking any chances," she sneered, "we do not underestimate you. There's enough solution in your breasts to turn on ten women." She held the pad down firmly until the Lioness's breathing slowed. "There is no escape from your desire to be kept. Dream of Rick my dear," said Lucinda, "he is a nice guy, but a bit of a drip. Take him from me and make him your master. Protect Rick...protect Rick..." The Lioness's hands dropped to her sides; her legs stilled. Lucinda put the Lioness's costume back on and left the Talisman belt by her side. Boll had a scheme to defeat the power of the belt.



That was the next step. Leona was fast asleep; she would dream long into the evening of Rick, and how she must take him away from the criminal Lucinda and make the reporter hers.




To be continued