CAPRICE...the 20 year old Princess of the Central African nation of Luanda...clad in a form fitting white business suit...with a strapless bustier which offered a diplomatic look at her massive ebony bust...her shiny black hair tied into a tight bun behind her head...large glasses on her face...and white closed toe stilettos on her feet...sat in the rear of a moving limousine...flanked by members of Detroit's Finest on motorcycles... SUVs filled with security personnel from the Luandan Embassy...plainclothes police officers and FBI agents...as she headed for her first major engagement on her goodwill visit to Detroit...as ordered by her aunt...QUEEN LEONA of Luanda. Seated with her in the rear of the limousine...wearing light green business attire was LYDIA CARLISLE...special liaison officer from the Luandan Embassy.
The older blonde woman...noticed the Princess seemed a little preoccupied as she looked out the window of the moving limousine...at the crowds of people lining either side of the streets...waving as her entourage passed by. This allowed her to take out a wooden jewellery box. "I think you may want to wear this your Highness...It's a necklace of precious stones...found only in Luanda" offered Lydia as she showed her the necklace of gleaming rocks. "It is beautiful Lydia...Yes...I would...Please put it on for me" said Caprice. "Certainly" replied the older blonde woman with a smile as she took the necklace out of the box and hung it around Caprice's neck..so that it hung between her massive ebony mounds.
Lydia smiled again as she saw Caprice's eyelids droop behind her large glasses...and a pair of faint outlines appeared against her white bustier...as the Luandan princess' shapely body sagged against the leather back seat. Caprice had no idea that one of the rocks was in fact a small piece of the powerful mineral called FEMINITE...which only affected women. However because the stone was so small...the affects of the Feminite were restricted only to Caprice...and not to Lydia...who shifted closer to the young princess and glided the fingers of her left hand across her bust...caressing her big black nipples through it. "Is that not better your Highness?" asked Lydia rhetorically.
"Uuuuuuh...Yes...Lydia...I...feel...very...relaxed" sighed Caprice as she sagged against the back seat...allowing Lydia to fondle her chest. Lydia smiled...knowing that as long as Caprice wore this necklace...she would be affected by the Feminite...and she could plant any suggestion in the Princess' mind and she would obey her. "We needn't worry about anything...All is in readiness..." said Lydia. "Yes...Uuuuuuuuh...You are right Lydia...
Uuuuuuuuuh" sighed Caprice dreamily...as the Feminite and Lydia's touch made her think about two men...JOSE CARLOS "JC" RIVERA...a handsome Latino student from New York University...where she was studying political science...and RONNIE...a teenage street kid...she also knew from New York for different reasons.
Lydia...who was in fact a deep cover agent for the shadowy global conglomerate...CYCLOPS INTERNATIONAL...enjoyed toying with the young princess...though she wished she was doing this to Caprice's powerful protector...the LIONESS...Champion of Luanda...who she had drugged and fondled when she made an appearance at the Luandan Embassy...24 hours earlier. Lydia however had no idea that under Caprice's attire was the golden LION TALISMAN BELT...the most famous artefact from the Central African nation...which allowed Caprice to transform into the mighty Lioness whenever she needed to. However distracted by her erotic thoughts...Caprice was not thinking clearly at the moment...and had no idea that she was nothing but a pawn...in a bigger game being played by Cyclops International.
Standing on the steps of the Museum of Natural History...DETECTIVE MICHELLE WALKER felt a tinge of sadness...as she waited along with other security personnel and dignitaries for the arrival of Princess Caprice. The 24 year old policewoman...briefly checked her cell phone...and saw she had no missed calls...or messages from her 18 year old boyfriend...TREY JOHNSON...who was student at Carver High School in Detroit...and the only person who knew that she was secretly the SCORPION WOMAN...scourge of the criminal underworld in Detroit. She knew their relationship was under stress because of something which happened to her...and flashbacks of memories which she had long suppressed.
As she waited outside of the Museum...Michelle remembered how Trey treated her to dinner at the City Library located across the street from the Museum...before he learnt her identity...and how special that was to her. She was brought back to the present by the sound of the voice of her partner from the 7th Precinct of the Detroit Police Department...DETECTIVE ARTHUR RAFFERTY...who was obsessed with unmasking and bringing the Scorpion Woman...considered by the police to be a criminal...to justice. "Heads up Michelle...Here she comes" said Arthur...as the Luandan entourage came into sight of the Museum. However other eyes were on the approaching entourage as well.
At the foot of the steps...standing alongside the Mayor and other members of the City Council...Councilman MARIO VANETTI... was playing the role of a statesman...knowing an election for Mayor was coming...and if he won it...it would benefit both him and his secret criminal contacts. In an alley close to the Museum...ROMANOFF...the professional killer ..watched while the Russian mercenaries under her command...entered the sewer which ran underneath the Museum...preparing to play the role which they had been hired by Cyclops International to do. Though the shadowy conglomerate had taken her in...after the Russian crime cartel she was part of...was smashed by Scorpion Woman...Romanoff did not like following their orders. However she decided to play her cards close to her chest and wait until the right time to sever ties with Cyclops International...and kill Scorpion Woman.
Scorpion Nest
Detroit waterfront
2.30 pm
With his classes at Carver High School done for the day...Trey had come back to the Scorpion Nest...to continue working on a special suit of armour which he had been developing...without Michelle's knowledge. As he did the diagnostics on the armour's weapons and countermeasures... in the area of the Nest where he had created a special workspace...the teenage boy had his eye on the live broadcast of Princess Caprice opening a special exhibition at the Museum of Natural History...and he spotted Michelle amongst the police officers and FBI agents positioned on the steps...to secure the area for the arriving Luandan Princess. Though her demeanour appeared to be normal...Trey could tell from the look in her blue eyes...that all was not well with his Amazon. "Your concern about Mistress is shared...Master Trey" said Stinger...the alien artificial intelligence (AI) who operated the Nest
"I know" replied Trey as he watched his Amazon...remembering her strange mood swings in recent days. How she would become enraged every time she saw or heard something mentioned about the Lioness...a masked adventuress from Luanda...who from his research...was connected to that nation's Royal Family...in a way which he was as yet unknown to him. Trey was also concerned about the flashbacks which Michelle was having. He was certain this was connected to something in her past. Pausing his work...Trey listened to the voicemail which Michelle had left on his phone. As he did...Trey watched her on the nearby monitor...and part of him felt guilty for not replying to her...as he could see she was trying her best to stay focused. "Don't worry Amazon...We'll get through this...I promise..." said Trey as he got back to work.
Carver High School
2.35 pm
KATE SPENCER...was also at work... in the Principal's Office... but was watching the live broadcast from the Museum of Natural History...as people awaited the arrive of Princess Caprice of Luanda...to open a special exhibition. However the focus of attention for the 40 year old high school principal was not the young African princess...but rather the handsome police detective...Arthur Rafferty...widely acclaimed throughout the city as a hero for his exploits in against the Russian mafia in the city. Kate felt her nipples tingle...and her cunt moisten as she watched images of Arthur on screen...remembering how aroused she felt...when she was with him...in her alter-ego of MISS MUSCLE...the Sexy Strongwoman of Justice. Kate remembered how good Arthur's hands felt on her massive golden bronze breasts and giant golden brown nipples...in her super powered form...and how she wanted more of that.
Since she left her home in ALPHA CITY in the Midwest and came to Detroit to take up her new job...and start a new life....Kate had not been in a relationship with a man. Back in Alpha City...there was a man she was intimate with...and he knew she was Miss Muscle...but that relationship ended when she retired as a super heroine and left Alpha City. For reasons she could not yet explain...her powers returned when she came to Detroit...and had in fact grown...indicating that there was a need for her to be Miss Muscle again. She thought that Arthur could be a reason for this and how aroused she felt in his presence...wanting to have sex with him as Miss Muscle. She also remembered similar feelings she had in Jamaica...with her teenage nephew BILLY...when they were captives of the MAD RED CIRCUS. "Maybe Miss Muscle should go to the Museum" she thought.
Museum of Natural History
Downtown Detroit
2.45 pm
Standing amongst the crowds of persons inside the Museum...awaiting the arrival of Princess Caprice of Luanda... a 19 year old Japanese American woman...with short black hair...tucked underneath a floppy hat on her head...clad in a baggy grey blouse...baggy blue jeans and black leather flat shoes...seemed out of place amongst the gathering...which featured many of citizens from the higher echelons of society in the city. Her name was NIKKI NAKOMOTO...a recent transfer from Seattle to the University of Detroit...to study history....selected by head of the University's History and Criminology Faculty...PROFESSOR PAULA JONES...to be part of a student delegation from the University to witness the opening of the exhibition on the history of Luanda at the Museum by the Princess. For reasons which she could not explain...Nikki was drawn to Detroit by an unknown force. In her dreams...she heard a voice calling out to her...to claim her destiny.
Her adopted parents in Seattle had no idea who her real parents were...but somehow...the mysterious voice in her dreams...seemed to be offering her an answer to the questions about her past. As she stepped away from the crowds waiting at the entrance to the Luandan exhibition...Nikki heard the voice calling to her again...and she followed it. The Asian American teen continued walking...until she found herself entering the stairwell that led to the basement of the Museum....where the sound of the voice in her head...was getting louder...speaking to her with urgency.
"I might get into trouble for this...but I can't ignore the voice...calling to me...I have to answer it" resolved Nikki as she went down the stairwell...not knowing that security cameras in the Museum...which would have alerted security guards to her presence in this restricted...were coincidentally inactive...allowing her to enter the basement...undetected...while the official engagement began upstairs.
3.30 pm
The formalities out of the way...the dignitaries and guests mingled with each other in the part of the Museum...where the special exhibition on Luanda would be housed on permanent display...as a gesture of goodwill on the part of the Royal Family and the Government of Luanda. They partook of the food and beverage being served...as they marvelled at the various items on display...that offered a glimpse into the past of the Central African nation. Detective Michelle Walker sighed to herself...as she made her way through the crowd... keeping an eye on Princess Caprice...as she chatted with the Mayor...in the company of Mario Vanetti...and her aide Lydia Carlisle...who never seemed to leave the Princess' side for too long. "I can't wait for this to be over...So I can get home to Trey...and make it up to him...for being such a super bitch lately...I'll cook him dinner...we can have some wine...and then...." thought Michelle .
However her thoughts were interrupted...when she found herself in a part of the exhibit which seemed to fascinate most of the dignitaries and guests attending its opening. It was dedicated to the most famous figure in Luanda history...the masked warrior woman...known as the Lioness. Michelle looked with more than passing interest at statues and pictures of the Lioness...first as a shapely black woman in a mask two piece bikini...her black hair held fixed atop her hair...then attired in a cowl mask... v-slit leotard...in both cases...a golden belt wrapped around her waist...which she deduced had something to do with her powers. She watched video footage of both versions of the Lioness in action against criminals in their respective eras...and rare interviews which she gave.
As she looked at these items...Michelle saw images in her own mind about the new version of the Lioness...men wearing lion masks...a green glow which kept her feeling weak...sexy and sleepy. She felt her anger beginning to rise...but stopped herself before she could let it get the better of her. "No...I've got to keep it together...I can't lose control...I won't lose control...I've got to do it...for Trey" resolved Michelle as she took a deep breath and then exhaled. "She fascinates you Detective" a female voice said. Michelle turned in the direction of the voice...to see that she was joined by Princess Caprice. "Excuse me?" asked Michelle. "The Lioness...She has been the champion of my people for many years...defending them from many enemies...She is the centrepiece of this exhibition..." explained Caprice..as she accepted a glass of wine from a passing waiter...while Michelle declined one.
"I was looking at the material on her...The jury is out on whether your country's Lioness is a heroine or a criminal...There's no conclusive proof to prove she's one or the other..." observed Michelle. Caprice was intrigued by the insight of the beauteous policewoman...and silently conceded this to be true...as she knew both of her predecessors...her grandmother and her Aunt Leona...were seen as different things to different people. "People choose want they wish to believe Detective...much like your city's Scorpion Woman." replied Caprice. Michelle raised her eyebrows as she looked at the Luandan Princess. "I didn't think your royal schedule allowed you to look at that kind of stuff" said Michelle...as she eyed the younger Caprice...who she guessed was hiding an impressive body underneath her business attire. "For someone who tries to give the impression of being so proper...she does a really bad job of hiding a wild side to her...Maybe she's a party girl" thought Michelle.
"I am always interested in the unknown Detective...The Scorpion Woman is clearly very powerful...and to some of the citizens here...she is a protector of the weak against the strong...much like the Lioness...but the difference is the police here have branded her as a vigilante...the Lioness has no such title...in my country" said Caprice. "There's always a first time...Your Highness" replied Michelle. Caprice felt aroused by the words of the beauteous older policewoman standing before her. She felt her big black nipples rise underneath her strapless bustier. "I sense a hidden strength in this woman...like none I've ever sensed before...She could be an ally...or a rival" thought Caprice to herself...unknown that her arousal was fuelled partly by the hidden Feminite stone in the special necklace given to her by her aide...who now approached her. "Excuse me Your Highness...but Councilman Vanetti would like to introduce you to some of his business associates..." said Lydia Carlisle.
"Of course Lydia...Excuse me Detective Walker...Do enjoy the rest of the exhibition" said Caprice. "I will" replied Michelle as she watched Caprice and Lydia walk away from her...to where Vanetti and some other men were standing. Turning away from them...Michelle continued to look at the items on display in the part of the exhibition which was dedicated to the Lioness. She carefully observed video footage taken of the Lioness...in the 1960's...as she battled various opponents...or saved people from danger in Luanda...footage of the Lioness in the 1990's...looking dazed and disoriented...as she was taken in handcuffs by police officers in New York City...then suddenly snapping her restraints effortlessly and escaping. She read articles...many of them by a newspaper journalist from New York...named RICK CASEY...about the Lioness being a heroine...saving lives...and bringing dangerous criminals to justice. Michelle noticed the same journalist subsequently moved to Luanda...and was now the husband of that country's ruler...QUEEN LEONA...as she walked amongst the guests who were in this part of the exhibition.
Her walk eventually led her to another part of the exhibition... which had a solitary photo of a different Lioness. While she was shapely and muscular as her predecessors...this Lioness...who the photo's caption said first emerged in New York City recently...had a lion cowl mask like her 1990's version...but this mask looked more like the head of her animal namesake...she wore a lion pelt crop top...lion pelt bikini briefs...had glossy claw like fingernails and toenails...and had the same golden belt around her waist. "This is her...The one I keep seeing in my flashbacks" thought Michelle as she stood in front of the photo. At that moment...she had another flashback. She saw images of the Lioness and armed men wearing lion head masks...slaying uniformed police officers...women and children. She remembered a green glow...surrounding her...a feelings of hardness in her nipples...and wetness in her cunt...thoughts of having Trey making love to her...over and over...hearing the sound of her voice as she called out to him...and then she saw a symbol...an eye in the middle of a triangle...then nothing...as blackness washed over her.
"Oh" gasped Michelle...blinking her blue eyes as she came back to the present. "I discovered something...someone knocked me out...used something on me...that made me think...I was having sex with Trey...I saw some kind of symbol...before I passed out...What could it all me?" she wondered. However her thoughts were interrupted...as a microphone was primed...and all eyes turned to a podium in the middle of the exhibition...as Mario Vanetti prepared to speak. "Ladies and gentlemen...Friends...Thank you very much for attending tonight's exhibition...and giving such a warm welcome to our special guest...Her Royal Highness...Princess Caprice of Luanda" he declared...and the audience applauded. Caprice nodded and smiled politely. "Your Highness...If you would be so kind..." said Vanetti with a bow...as he stepped away from the microphone...and opened the floor for the Luandan Princess to speak.
Standing at the back of the crowd...Michelle folded her arms across her huge firm bust...which looked smaller because of the clothes she was wearing...as she took up a position to watch Caprice...and also listen to what she was going to say. She rolled her blue eyes...as she saw Arthur standing near the podium...playing the hero cop role for the assembled media. "Ladies and gentlemen...I am honoured to be here today...in your great city...amongst your great people...to share the friendship of my homeland...Luanda...It is my hope...and that of my country...that this visit...this exhibition of our culture...will help build a bond of friendship that will endure for all time...I..." said Caprice as she started her speech.
However just at that moment...Detective Michelle Walker felt her large pink nipples...shoot to attention under her shirt. "Uh oh...My Scorpion Nipples are tingling like crazy....I'm sensing danger" thought Michelle. At the podium...Princess Caprice paused in her speech. "Something is wrong...The Lion Talisman is warning me" she thought. In the crowd closer to the podium...Professor Paula Jones felt a red flash...as her own superhuman senses as the masked crime fighter called ANT GIRL...kicked in. "There's trouble...I need to find a place to change" she thought. Down in the basement of the Museum...Nikki Nakomoto... heard the voices in her head...crying loudly that evil was present...and calling on her to open a long wooden ornamental box...that she was standing right in front of. All of their instincts proved right...as several projectiles were hurled through the air...directly at the podium where Princess Caprice and the other dignitaries were.
"Take cover!!" yelled Arthur...as he leapt on to the podium...pushing aside Lydia Carlisle as she moved towards Caprice...and stood in front of the Luandan Princess...as the projectiles...came hurtling towards her...drawing his Beretta from the left shoulder holster under his jacket. As the projectile hit the floor...they exploded with loud noises and bright flashes of light...identifying them as stun grenades. Screams filled the air...as people ran in all directions...seeking cover...while those in the immediate area where the grenades detonated...dropped to the floor...moaning in pain. "Uhhh!!" groaned Arthur...raising his arms to shield his face. "Long live the Lioness!!...Freedom for Luanda!!" declared a group of 20 men...wearing lion head masks over their heads...wearing fatigues and boots made from lion's pelt...burst on to the scene wildly firing AK-47 assault rifles. In the midst of the melee...Michelle and Caprice slipped away undetected.
"It's them...the men with the lion heads...from the dreams I've been having...only they're real!.. That means their boss the Lioness is here too!!...I've got to stop them!!" resolved Michelle as she stood behind some statues as more stun grenades were discharged by the lion headed mercenaries....more flashes of light... loud explosions...and thick smoke filling the interior of the Museum. The silver ring on the beauteous policewoman's right middle finger glowed....and a black aura swirled around her shapely body.. Michelle felt the power flowing through her...as she became stronger...and her regular clothes were replaced by the thin tight black sticky leotard...which hugged every contour of her curvaceous and muscular creamy body...a silver scorpion insignia proudly displayed between her huge firm creamy bust.
Black sticky gloves covered her slender muscular creamy arms up to her elbows. Black sticky boots covered her long muscular creamy legs up to her knees. Her loose shoulder length mane of glossy black hair...tied itself into a long tight braid behind her head... resembling a scorpion's tail...as a black sticky mask covered her beauteous face...leaving the lower part of her nose and her full glossy red lips exposed. Michelle's blue eyes sparkled with resolve in the slits of her mask...as she completed her amazing transformation into Scorpion Woman. "Heads up Lioness...I'm coming for you!" vowed the Venomous Vixen as she emerged from her hiding place...and entered the fray. As her bodyguards lay down covering fire against the mercenaries...Princess Caprice ducked behind a large concrete pillar...as she saw the mercenaries now being joined by some of the uniformed police officers...and security guards...in shooting up the inside of the Museum.
"What kind of treachery is this?!!...All these people are in danger...including Lydia...I can only pray that the Lion Goddess keeps her safe...until I have dealt with these criminals myself....This must be the doing of the evil Scorpion Woman!" thought Caprice as she took out the golden Lion Talisman Belt from the hidden compartment in her jacket...and donned it around her wide curvy waist. As she did so...the roar of a mighty lion filled her ears...and she felt a great wind swirl around her...as her clothing faded...to be replaced by the battle garb of her super powered alter-ego. Her fingernails and toenails became glossy and claw like...gold bracelets adorned her wrists...her voluptuous and muscular ebony body...was barely covered by her flimsy lion pelt crop top...and her tiny lion pelt bikini briefs...the golden Lion Talisman Belt gleaming around her waist...as the lion cowl mask covered her head....the lower part of her nose and her glossy brown lips exposed...her mane of long shiny black hair flowing out the back of the cowl mask...as the Lioness leapt into the battle.
In the basement of the Museum...Nikki Nakomoto threw off the lid of the long wooden box...and gasped as she stared as a long Japanese sword with a gleaming blade...that was familiar to her. "The S-KATANA!!...The most powerful sword in the history of Japan!!...The sword which vanquished injustice...protected the weak and the innocent in the era of the Samurai...It was thought to be lost...but it's here now...and somehow...it's calling to me...telling me to grab it...embrace my destiny..." said Nikki...as the fingers of her right hand curled around the handle of the fabled sword...and she lifted it above her head. "For the Honour of Japan...I am...." declared the Asian American teen...as lightning flashed from the tip of the S-Katana...and she felt waves of energy flowing through her body.
Nikki felt herself growing from 5'2 to 5'3 in height...her body becoming stronger and sexier. When the lightning flashes stopped...the young woman looked into a nearby mirror...and saw that she had been transformed from an ordinary student...into a mighty warrior. She sported a curvaceous and muscular bronze body...barely covered by a string bra...with patches of silver barely covering her enhanced shiny brown nipples...a silver thong barely covering the space between her large bronze thighs...silver bracelets covering the lower part of her muscular bronze arms close to her elbows...a silver mask covering the upper part of her face...her black hair now shiny...tied behind her head into a long pony tail that reached to the middle of her back...across with a sheath for the S-Katana was slung. " I am....SAMURAI GIRL!!" declared Nikki as she rushed up the staircase...out of the Museum and into action for the first time as a super heroine.
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