The sight of the early morning mist covering the surface of the great lake which his mansion looked down upon from a the gentle hill that it was built upon...was a sight that often brought WILLIAM WALKER peace...when his mind was troubled. However today he did not feel comforted by the sight he had watched so many times...so many years...often alone. As he looked out the window.. his right hand resting on the top of a polished ebony cane...which was helping him to stand because of an injury he sustained to his left leg a long time ago...the billionaire business magnate...heard the low volume emanating from the large plasma screen TV on the wall in the den of his mansion.
The images were scenes from an epic battle waged on the waterfront in Detroit...between the FBI, local police and a large force of still unidentified mercenaries...whose employer was shrouded in mystery. However following the battle...which left many on both sides killed or wounded...questions were being raised about the role of William's global transport conglomerate...WALKER WORLDWIDE TRANSPORT...in bringing these mercenaries into Detroit...for the seeming objective of kidnapping CAPRICE...Princess of the Central African nation of LUANDA while she was in Detroit on a goodwill visit.
The links were vague and while his lawyers had so far managed to deflect theories of his company being involved in a criminal conspiracy to undermine a foreign nation...William was more concerned about his silent and powerful business associates from the global crime conglomerate...known as CYCLOPS INTERNATIONAL...and what they would do to him...if they felt he was a liability. His thoughts were interrupted as he heard all too familiar footsteps against the polished floor of the mansion...and turned to see a familiar young man...with blonde hair...handsome facial features and a lean toned body enter the study.
"What is it PAUL?...My instructions were clear...I didn't want to be disturbed unless it was very important!" said William admonishing PAUL PEYTON...his CEO and right hand man for many years...a top athlete and student at the local high school with ambitions of greatness...after he graduated top of his class from the Harvard School of Business and came to work for him. "I think this will more than fit that bill boss man" replied Paul as he handed William a brown envelope. William walked over to a nearby table...with the aid of his walking cane...and opened the envelope. His eyes widened with surprise...as he looked at the high resolution photos of a beautiful young woman...who he never thought he would see in his life again. "Where is she?" asked William.
9 am
As the warm water from the overhead nozzle cascaded on to her naked curvaceous and muscular creamy body...in the privacy of the shower cubicle in the room in the hotel...located just outside of her former hometown of Williamsville...MICHELLE WALKER caressed her huge firm bust...and the space between her large muscular thighs...as she pleasured herself...after an early morning jog...thinking about one thing...or rather one person...her teenage boyfriend back in Detroit...TREY JOHNSON. "Mmmmmm....Trey...Mmmmmmm...Mmmmmmmm" sighed Michelle...imagining that Trey was caressing her body in the way that always turned her on...and made her feel special...and loved.
It was something she always looked forward to...after a long day at the 7th Precinct where she was a detective...or out on the streets of Detroit battling a wide range of criminals...in her sexy super-powered alter-ego...of the SCORPION WOMAN. How she wished he was there with her right now. How she wished she could have felt his lean muscular ebony body against her curvaceous and muscular creamy body...when they had sex. How she wished he could have been there...so she could talk to him...make him understand why she left him the way she had. Then Michelle remembered why she had left...and why her mission to her old hometown was vital to protecting the life she know had...with Trey in it...and the future she hoped she could have with him...if he accepted the reasons why she left.
As she pondered these thoughts...Michelle suddenly felt her large pink nipples...which capped the summits of her huge firm creamy breasts suddenly shoot to attention...an action which only meant one thing....as she pushed thoughts of Trey to the back of her mind. "My Scorpion Nipples are sensing danger...I'm not alone!" thought the Venomous Vixen. Leaving the water running...Michelle slipped out of the shower...her naked curvaceous and muscular creamy body. Her first instinct was to use the silver ring which she always wore on her right middle finger...to change into Scorpion Woman. However Michelle realised that if she did...then whoever was in her hotel room would learn her secret identity and Trey's life would be in danger if any of her enemies knew that Michelle Walker was Scorpion Woman.
Wrapping a towel around her upper body... Michelle drew her Beretta pistol from its holster which lying near to the sink...released the safety...gripped it in both hands...readied herself...then emerged from the bathroom to confront the intruder who was in her hotel room. "Freeze!!...Put your hands where I can see them!!...Turn around!!...Very slowly!!" cried the beauteous policewoman as she stood with her erotic bare creamy feet planted on the carpeted floor of her hotel room...her long muscular creamy legs spread slightly apart...clad only in the large white bath towel that was wrapped around her upper torso...her slender muscular creamy arms extended before her...as she aimed her Beretta directly at the older man in a brown business suit...who was standing close to the bed. Michelle's blue eyes widened and a gasp escaped from between her parted glossy red lips as she recognised the man standing before her.
"You?!!" cried Michelle in anger. "Hello Michelle...I am disappointed...I would have expected a more accommodating reception...from my own daughter" said William Walker as he gazed upon her. He could not believe how beautiful Michelle had grown during the years when she ran away from home as a teenager...to the young woman who now stood before him. His thoughts were interrupted by her stern voice. "Why are you here?!...William!" snarled Michelle through gritted pearl white teeth...as she kept her Beretta trained on him. "To welcome my daughter home...I think you could at least have the courtesy to call me 'Dad' ...and to have told me you were coming..."said William.
"I'm never calling you that!...You're not part of my life anymore!" snapped Michelle...feeling rage welling up inside of her...as memories of her childhood...and specifically her mother played out in her mind...as she gazed upon the person she hated most in the world...standing right before her. "On the contrary...I've always been in your life Michelle...Even when you thought I wasn't....I must say that I'm surprised that you chose to be a police officer...not when all of my wealth...could be...and can still be yours..." said William. "I don't want any of it!...I can make my own choices!" countered Michelle. "I see...and that includes rejecting all of the young men I found for you to date...and now being romantically involved with a teenage boy?" remarked William.
His words angered Michelle...who was shocked that her father knew about Trey. "What do you want William?!" snarled Michelle as she cocked her Beretta...and maintained her shooter's stance as she stood in front of him. He reached under the left side of his jacket with his right hand. "Slowly..." Michelle warned him and her father did as she ordered...and revealed an invitation. "When I heard that you had returned...I decided to throw a reception...a homecoming in your honour my dear...all of your friends will be there...I even took the liberty of bringing you something..." as he pointed to a large plastic case and a smaller box.. lying on the bed. He slowly made his way towards the hotel room's door...with Michelle keeping her gun trained on him.
"It's tomorrow night at 7 pm...I hope you'll decide to come...I hope you'll give me a second chance...to be your father" said William as he made his exit...closing the door behind him. As he did...Michelle exhaled and put the safety on her Beretta...as she relaxed her stance...and walked back into the bathroom. Holstering her gun...and then drying off her thick mane of shoulder length black hair... then her naked curvaceous and muscular creamy body...Michelle donned a blue sports bra which well framed her huge firm creamy bust...and a pair of black booty shorts which helped to accentuate her toned abdomen...and her long muscular creamy legs... walked back to the bed and picked up the invitation which lay there.
"What the hell is he up?....He never does anything without an ulterior motive...Just like he tried to make me date all the boys he wanted to... hoping one of them would marry me...turn me into his obedient little girl...Could he know why I'm here?" wondered the Venomous Vixen....as she examined the invitation in her hands. "Trey!...He knows about Trey!....Oh God...What if he's gotten Cyclops International to send someone to hurt him...to force me to do what he wants...I have to get back to Detroit...I've got warn Trey...I've got to protect him...I..." thought Michelle as she began to worry about the safety of her teenage boyfriend.
However taking a pause...Scorpion Woman assessed her situation. "No....If I'm going to protect Trey...The best way to do that is to find out what's the link between Dad and Cyclops...I've got to keep the attention on me...and away from Trey...." resolved Michelle...as she unzipped the large plastic case and opened the box on the bed...and looked at their respective contents. "This is probably all nothing but another one of Dad's games...maybe even a trap for me...but I've got to take that chance...to protect Trey...Looks like I'm going to a homecoming party" thought Michelle.
Juneau, Alaska 10 am
TRISH JAMES...brought a cup of coffee to her brother GORDON JAMES...a detective with the local police department. A physical education teacher and amateur wrestler in her spare time up in the town of Barrow in northern Alaska...Trish had come south to the Alaskan capital after she received an urgent call from her older brother. "MARA is missing Trish...She's gone missing two days ago...I've checked all possible leads...and come up empty...I'm afraid she's been kidnapped...by human traffickers...taken her out of the state...I can't go public with her disappearance...I just don't know what to do..." said Gordon to his younger sister.
What Gordon had no idea of...was that Trish was the famous Alaskan crime fighter...WOLF WOMAN...and that Mara was her junior partner...WOLF GIRL. The Spirit of the White Wolf told Trish that Mara had become Wolf Girl...acting on a lead to a missing map they were after...but had fallen into a trap...and was no longer in Alaska...but on her way south...to Detroit. Trish remembered the short time she and Gordon spent in that city before leaving for Alaska. She remembered her best friend from high school there...Michelle Walker...still lived in Detroit...and was a police detective. Even up in Alaska...the exploits of that city's dark knight...Scorpion Woman...were well known.
"Don't worry Gordon...I'll do what I can to bring Mara home" assured Trish. "But how?" asked Gordon...wondering what his younger sibling could do...that he couldn't as a police officer. "I have a friend who can help...You've got to trust me" said Trish. "I do Trish...I've got to take a leap of faith here...bring my little girl back home Sis" said Gordon as he took Trish's hands in his own. "I will Gordon...I promise" replied Trish...knowing this would be the most dangerous mission that she would face as Wolf Woman...but she was willing to do whatever it took to bring her niece home.
24 hours later Williamsville 6 pm
Dressed in the sleeveless form fitting white dress that ended just above her knees...with v-slits on either side...offering glimpses of her thighs...closed toe strappy white stilettos...her shoulder length black hair loose about her shoulders...Michelle Walker sighed as she held her cell phone in her hand...wondering whether she should call her teenage boyfriend Trey Johnson...who was back in their hometown of Detroit. Whenever she felt nervous...either as Michelle Walker or as Scorpion Woman...she would talk to Trey. He always knew what to say or do...to keep her calm.
However she remembered how angry he was when she told him she didn't want him to go with her on the raid on the Cyclops base at St Clair Shores...telling him he would be at risk because he had no super powers. Dialling Trey's cell...Michelle heard the ringing tone...and then his voice mail activated. "Hi Trey...It's me...I...just called to say...I love you...Bye" sighed the Venomous Vixen...wiping a tear away from her left eye. "He's still mad at me..." thought Michelle sadly.
However remembering the impromptu visit her estranged father paid her a day earlier...and his disclosure that he knew about her relationship with Trey...quickly caused Michelle to regain her focus. "Get it together Michelle!...You've got to find out William's ties to Cyclops International...the plot against Princess Caprice...and expose him...That's the only way to keep Trey safe!" she resolved. Putting her phone in her purse...Michelle walked out of her hotel room...locked the door behind her...and made her way downstairs to the lobby...where the taxi cab she hired was waiting...to take her to her homecoming. As she climbed into the rear of the cab and it drove off...heading towards the Walker Estate...all Michelle could think about was Trey.
St Clair Shores Detroit 8 pm
His cell phone on silent...parking his van in a side street nearby...Trey used the cover of darkness to slip on to the old US Navy Shipyards...which had severed as the covert base for Cyclops International...up until a few days ago...when Scorpion Woman brought the whole thing crashing down on the shadowy global crime cartel. As he kept to the shadows...doing his best to prevent himself from being seen....Trey thought about his super heroine girlfriend. "You're wrong Amazon...I can solve crimes without you helping me...I'm going to prove it...and when you get back...I'm going to show I can be a crime fighter without super powers" Trey thought.
Everything was still left the way it was after the battle...which left several Cyclops International and Russian mercenaries dead...while several FBI agents and police officers were wounded. Trey was thankful that the FBI had since left the security of the crime scene to the Detroit Police Department...and that their mobile patrols in this area were infrequent...as many of members of the City Council wanted the public to forget that a large criminal base was allowed to operate for weeks without their knowledge.
Turning on his flashlight...Trey entered what was left of the command centre...burnt out from the battle...gaping holes in the roof from multiple explosions...water dripping from the twisted steel rafters overhead. The teenage boy started to check the computer system used by the Cyclops agents...thinking there was at least one part of it that was still active...that he could use to get information about Feminite. After several minutes of checking...Trey got lucky as one terminal still had some battery power left and he booted it up...his hands moving rapidly across the keyboard as he hacked into the Cyclops database.
Searching directory after directory... watching as the battery powering the terminal rapidly declined...Trey was in a race against time...both in finding some clue about Feminite...and escaping before anyone knew he was on the crime scene. Just when it seemed all was in vain...Trey found something. "Project Atlantis?" wondered Trey as he accessed the file. He saw it contained several documents...containing references to Feminite...plans to use the mineral to capture women with unique abilities...and use it to control them...to be used as agents of Cyclops International.
"Jackpot" thought Trey as he inserted a flash drive in the terminal's port and began to download all of the data in the file. "Come on... Come on" said the teenager...as he watched the power levels in the terminal's battery reaching critical...as the download continued. He breathed a sigh of relief as the download completed...just as the battery failed and the terminal went dead. "Got it...Now to get to the Scorpion Nest and start analysing the data" resolved Trey as he pocketed the flash drive and made his way out of the burnt out building...unaware that his actions were recorded by a hidden closed circuit television camera.
Undisclosed location Detroit 8.30 pm
The nightmare was always the same for the four women...who each occupied single windowless cells. They were a group of ordinary women...leading regular uneventful lives...always going unnoticed by their families...friends...and co-workers. However they always had each other. One fateful night...they decided to go skinny dipping in the bay. They remembered hearing a series of great explosions...seeing huge fireballs illuminate the night skies over the bay...and seeing a battle taking place not far from where they were.
However while they watched...something turned the water green...and they all felt as if they were on fire...all of their senses heightened one thousand times....and then nothing...as blackness swept over them. They each vaguely remembered being carried underground...by men dressed in black...with the insignia of an all seeing eye...in the middle of a pyramid on the left side of their chests. They remembered screaming...pleading for mercy...calling out the names of their loved ones...as they were bathed in green light...until their minds went blank...and something took control of them.
The memories of their past lives erased...the four women had been transformed...due to their repeated exposure to Feminite while being repeatedly probed in their minds and their erogenous body parts...into mindless drones...each with unique abilities...which were being tested on unsuspecting victims in Detroit. FORDE...a 40 year old blonde haired shapely white woman...formerly a housewife...had sweat made of Feminite...that could immobilise her victims.
LUCK...a 30 year old redhead...a former secretary...had saliva made of Feminite...which in addition to its aphrodisiac powers...could cut through any metal. YIM...an 20 year old Korean...once a librarian...now had fingernails made of Feminite... and sharper than any blade know to man. Finally...there was HILL...formerly a 18 year old sales clerk...whose clitoris was made of Feminite... was her cum. On the closed circuit television system which monitored each of the women in their respective cells...deep in a base hidden within the sewers of Detroit.. they were watch by Cyclops International agents.
These agents had somehow managed to avoid being killed or arrested in the battle at St Clair Shores...and had found these four women...having been overwhelmed by liquid Feminite in the water...but not killed by it. On the orders of the Cyclops International board...the agents set up a base in the sewer network...where they had brought these women...conditioned them for several days...and turned them into Feminite weapons... which were used at random on people in Detroit.
From four ordinary women...Forde...Luck...Yim...and Hill were now turned into a veritable NYMPHOMANIAC GANG...that worked for Cyclops International. On a nearby monitor...contact was made with the chairman and board of the shadowy global crime conglomerate...whose identities remained unknown....from their secret location. "The subjects have been doing well in their trials..." said the chairman.
"Yes sir" replied the senior agent. "Soon it will be time to see what they can do ahead...of our main subject..." replied the chairman. "Yes sir" replied the senior agent...as he looked at another monitor. On this one...a naked...bound and gagged Mara James...moaned...as she wiggled helplessly atop a steel examination table...geysers of white milk spraying into the air from the tips of her hard and erect pale pink nipples...a river of thick white cum flowing freely out of her throbbing pink cunt...as she was locked in another cell...bombarded by rays of green Feminite...to make her forget she was Wolf Girl and turn into the fifth member of the Nymphomaniac Gang.
Walker Estate Williamsville, New England 8.30 pm
Getting out of the taxi...Michelle Walker made her way along the stone pathway towards the front door of the Walker Mansion...the heels of her brown closed toe strappy stilettos echoing off the stone surface as she approached the front door. Looking to her left and right...she saw the lush green gardens that surrounded the mansion...remembering spring days she would spend with her mother there picking flowers...or having her read stories to her. Pushing those thoughts to the back of her mind...as she remembered her hatred for her father...Michelle focused on her mission. As she approached the front door...it opened before her...and a familiar face appeared in front of her. A handsome blonde haired man...with a lean muscular build...dressed in a black tuxedo...stood before her.
"Hello Michelle..." said Paul Peyton as he stood before her. Michelle looked at him....and felt anger welling up inside of her...as she remembered how in high school...Paul tried to force himself upon her. Paul was a ladies man back then...and had sex with nearly every girl in high school before graduation...except Michelle. She fought him off...but her father did nothing to punish him for his actions. She remembered how William always treated him like the son he never had...ignoring his own daughter at the same time.
"Paul...I shouldn't be surprised to find you here...William was always build to what you really are...and you weaselled your way into his company" quipped Michelle. Paul for his part...studied the beauteous brunette standing before him...who looked nothing like the wallflower that he remembered from Williamsville High School. "Good to see you too Michelle...So too will a lot of other folks...They're all here to welcome you home" gloated Paul with a sneer as he raised his right arm to escort her to the ballroom of the mansion....where all of the festivities were taking place.
Remembering how he treated her when they were teenagers...and thinking about Trey....Michelle rejected his fake attempt at chivalry. "I don't need an escort Paul...I know the way" quipped Michelle...as she walked past him...down the corridor...towards the ballroom. Along the way...the Venomous Vixen took careful notes of her surroundings...noticing security cameras at strategic locations inside of the mansion...plainclothes bodyguards...who she deduced were private security contractors patrolling the interior of the mansion.
She suspected that more of them were patrolling the exterior grounds as well. Raising her right hand to her glossy red lips...Michelle whispered into her silver ring which allowed her to transform at a moment's notice into Scorpion Woman...whenever the need arose. "STINGER...Scan the mansion...I want to know what William Walker has to hide" she said. "As you command Mistress" replied the alien artificial intelligence (AI).
Her heels echoing off the hard pinewood floor of the mansion...Michelle continued walking...until she entered the large ballroom of the mansion...and found herself standing in front of what she could only guess was the who's who in Williamsville...summoned to the Walker Estate by her father William...for no doubt some scheme to make her do whatever he wanted to...just like the schemes he tried many times to make her date the boys he wanted her to....do the subjects in high school that he wanted her to...become a virtual carbon copy of him...paying no attention to what she wanted...to what she needed. Michelle cast her blue eyes over the gathering of men and women...all dressed in their most expensive suits and dresses...chatting amongst themselves....enjoying the expansive buffet and the free bar...dancing to the music played by the band he hired. As he saw Michelle standing at the entrance of the ballroom...wearing the dress which was once her mother's...his wife's...William Walker gestured with his right hand in the air...instructing the bad to stop playing....and the people in the ballroom all turned to look in Michelle's direction...as William approached his daughter...and began to speak.
"Friends...Neighbors...Good people of Williamsville...the Bible talks about the prodigal son...I as you know don't have a son...but I do have a daughter...who left our town as a girl...but has returned to us...as a beautiful young woman...She was lost but has now come back to us...come back to me...Welcome home Michelle...Welcome home...my daughter" declared William as he raised his hands to the gathering. "Welcome home Michelle" they all said on cue. The Venomous Vixen turned and glared at her father. "You haven't changed...William" she said coldly and walked past him. Not wanting to show how embarrassed he was...William Walker signalled to the band and his guests to resume the party. They did exactly that...Michelle observed...as if they were following a script written by her father.
While she felt anger rising in her...as being in her family's mansion brought back painful memories which she had done her best to bury deep in her mind...back to the fore...Michelle knew she had to remain calm...if she was going to find the evidence to expose her father as an accomplice to the crimes of Cyclops International...so she could return to Detroit...and to Trey. Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt a man's hand on her right shoulder. Turning around...she found herself looking into the green eyes of Paul Peyton . "Give the old man a break Michelle..." said Paul. "Really?...Since when do you care about William?!" asked Michelle tersely. Just at that moment...the band changed its tune...performing a slow ballad which brought several couples to the dance floor.
"Dance with me...and I'll tell you everything..." said Paul holding out his right hand. Michelle looked at him for a second before making her decision. Soon she was dancing with Paul in the middle of the ballroom...while William looked on from the sidelines....thinking his right hand man would have more success in breaking down the wall which Michelle had erected between them...but not accepting responsibility for that wall being there...for his failure as a father. Feeling uneasy with her huge firm creamy Scorpion Breasts pressing lightly against Paul's lean flat chest...his left hand holding her right hand...his right hand on the left side of her small curvy waist...Michelle for--d a fake smile.
"Hard to believe you're a cop" said Paul. "Why?" asked Michelle. "You could have had all of this...money...power... fame..." said Paul as he gazed around the palatial interior of the ballroom in the Walker Mansion. "No that's what you want Paul...You always sucked up to William when we were in high school" said Michelle. "I prefer to think of it as ambition...I was prepared to make the choices you weren't Michelle" replied Paul. "No Paul...You were prepared to break the rules...just to get what you want...how you cheated on every test in high school...the drugs you used as a football player...all the affairs you had with women in some top companies...just before William took them over...insider trading charges which were dropped when your accusers mysteriously disappeared..." countered Michelle...as they danced.
Paul was simultaneously offended and aroused by Michelle's words...knowing everything she said about him was the truth. "Very good...Detective... I'm impressed...Not many people can do that...Not many women can do that...Always thought there was more to you than meets the eye...That's why you always played hard to get in high school...because you know deep down...that you want me...just like I want you...Stay here Michelle...with me...think about everything that could be ours...together..." said Paul smugly...as he slowly pulled Michelle closer to him as they danced...her huge firm creamy bust...through the fabric of her dress.. pressing against his flat chest...his right hand grabbing hold of her left buttock...as he leaned in to kiss her.
Offended by his arrogance which seemed to surround him like an aura...Michelle's first instinct was to push Paul away. However to her surprise...the Venomous Vixen felt her large pink Scorpion Nipples...becoming hard under her dress...as they made intimate contact with the chest of the playboy businessman. "Uuuuuh ...What's happening?...Scorpion Nipples...becoming aroused...feeling...light headed...feeling...an urge...to submit..." thought Michelle...her eyelids suddenly feeling heavy with fatigue.. as she found her body slowly responding to the erotic sensations she felt emanating from his right hand on her left buttock...her bust rubbing against his chest...even his breath as he got closer.
She was seconds away from giving in to those strange feelings...when grabbed hold of the one thing which always kept her grounded as Michelle Walker and as Scorpion Woman...her love for Trey. "Not in this lifetime creep!" snarled Michelle as she drove her right knee solidly into his groin. "UUUUGH" groaned Paul doubling over in pain....dropping to the floor of the ballroom...on his hands and knees...bringing the party to an abrupt stop...as everyone looked at Michelle standing in front of the fallen Paul Peyton...with her fists clenched at her sides. They watched Paul down on his knees...his hands holding his wounded manhood. "You're making a big mistake Michelle!" snarled Paul through gritted teeth....as he looked up at her.
"Touch me again and I'll kill you" warned Michelle...as she shot a quick glare in the direction of her father. William Walker stiffened his posture...the look in his eyes...one which Michelle knew all too well. Enraged by the way Michelle rebuffed and humiliated him in front of nearly the entire population of Williamsville...Paul was about to raise his right hand to strike Michelle...when he felt someone grab that hand...and saw a busty Latina woman...with short blonde hair...in a tight fitting sleeveless red dress...and matching high heels...which offered ample samplings of her light brown bust and shapely light brown legs...stand between him and Michelle.
"No Paul!...She's not worth it!" said the Latina woman as she looked at Paul Peyton...whose rage subsided as the sound of her voice. "Always said so...when we were in high school!" the woman quipped as she turned and looked Michelle directly in the eye. Michelle stared down her rival...knowing full well who she was "SERENA LOPEZ...Still hanging on to this piece of trash I see" quipped Michelle as she glared at the busty Latina...who was head cheerleader...and Paul Peyton's girlfriend when they were all in High School. The Venomous Vixen could tell that things had not changed with Serena....as she studied her from head to toe.
Her tight-fitting dress and matching high heels were clearly something Paul would have selected for her...just as he did when they were teenagers. Michelle could also tell that the curves which Serena was flaunting were not natural. Obviously the results of several plastic surgeries...no doubt paid for by Paul....at the expense of her father's company. Michelle knew this because the pin attached to the left side of Serena's surgically enhanced chest...just above her implants...she knew was reserved only for executives of Walker Worldwide Transport.
Michelle couldn't understand why this bothered her so much...just as how she felt strangely attracted to Paul...although she hated everything he stood for. For her part...Serena hated the fact that Michelle's body was more curvaceous than her own...and that she had blossomed naturally from the wallflower that she was in high school. Senena glared at Michelle as she helped Paul to his feet and escorted him out of the ballroom. Michelle felt her large pink Scorpion Nipples stiffen under her dress and turned her head to the right to see her father staring at her...with disapproval in his eyes...as he often did when she was a girl. However the same look was mirrored in the eyes of all the other guests at the party.
Unable to take the strain of all of this unwanted attention...images from her past coming to the fore...Michelle ran out of the ballroom...into the nearby gardens. Williams signalled his guests to resume the party...while he retired from the ballroom to his study...with two bodyguards accompanying him. "Instruct the perimeter guards not to interfere with my daughter...She's return once she comes to her senses" said William...knowing he had other pressing matters to attend to...and being a father to Michelle was not one of them.
Out in the gardens...Michelle kept running until she reached a water fountain in the middle of the gardens. Her huge firm creamy bust heaving rapidly under her dress...she sat down on a stone bench...bowed her head between her awesome cleavage...and took several deep breaths to compose herself. "Come on Michelle... Get it together...Don't let him get to you...Not again" the Venomous Vixen admonished herself. As her breathing slowed...Michelle allowed the gentle trickling of the water in the fountain to calm her fraying nerves. She looked up at the moon...partly hidden by the clouds. A tear trickled down the right side of her cheek...as she thought about Trey. 'Oh Trey...I feel so lost...Coming back here...so many bad memories...all hitting me at once...You always know how to keep me focused..." thought Michelle as gazed at the partially hidden celestial body.
She wiped away another tear...as she remembered the argument she had with him before she went to rescue the LIONESS from the clutches of Cyclops International...how angry he was....how he told her she was treating him like a kid...and didn't feel he could hold his own in a fight against criminals. "If only I could tell Trey that's not why I didn't want him with me on that mission...why I didn't tell him I was coming back here to Williamsville...Would he even listen to me now?...Would he even stay with me?...Could my past have cost me any future I could have with Trey?" wondered Michelle as she felt her anxieties rising within her....her fingers tightly gripping the sides of the stone bench...as she fought to keep her emotions in check. Just at that moment...she felt a tingle from the silver ring on her right middle finger.
Drying her blue eyes...and composing herself...Michelle looked around to make sure she was alone...then raised her right hand close to her glossy red lips. "Yes Stinger...What is it?" asked Michelle...keeping her voice low and even. "I am sorry to intrude Mistress...but I have detected a meeting of interest taking place now...between William Walker and Paul Peyton..." said the alien AI. Michelle got to her feet. This was what she had come to Williamsville for. The Venomous Vixen knew that once she could get hard evidence to expose her father's link to Cyclops International...and his involvement in the Cyclops plot to kidnap the Lioness...the sooner she could get back to Detroit and to Trey. "Guide me to where it is...Disable all security systems in my way" instructed Michelle.
"As you command Mistress..." replied Stinger. Going to work in seconds...all of the motion sensors on the grounds of the estate...as well as all of the hidden security cameras...were hacked into by the alien AI...making the venomous Vixen invisible to all of them. Taking off her stilettos and hiding them amongst some bushes were they would not be found...Michelle sprinted barefoot across the low cut fresh green grass of the estate grounds...sticking to the shadows...keeping in telepathic contact with Stinger as he directed her to the east side of the mansion...on the ground floor...to a room which she knew well. Her the study...where her father spent most of his time working. However she never knew the kind of work William Walker did in that study...until now.
Flattening her back against the red brick wall... Michelle listened with her enhanced hearing...as William and Paul engaged in an intense conversation. "What?!!...You told me this was handled!!" yelled William to his right hand man. "I thought so too William...I talked to them...but the chairman and board of Cyclops International are concerned about exposure...Their sources in the FBI...say that the computers at the Cyclops base in Detroit are being thoroughly scanned...and some of the surviving members of ROMANOFF's mercenary group...have identified the Black Spaniard as the ship which brought them into Detroit for the mission to kidnap Princess Caprice of Luanda" replied Paul. From the shadows outside of the window...so she could see and hear the conversation between William and Paul...Michelle listened as her father confirmed his involvement with Cyclops International. "You have to do something Paul...I can't risk this getting out into the public...not when I still have a chance...of making things right with Michelle" said William...as he poured himself a glass of whiskey and downed it with a single gulp. "No you don't" thought Michelle as she continued to listen.
"Don't worry William...I have the only file containing the ledger of payments we received from Cyclops and the manifest for the Black Spaniard...it's stored on my computer...at the office in town...it's encrypted so only I have access to it...There's no way that anyone can get that file" said Paul as he closed the gap between them. William Walker rested his left hand on the right shoulder of his right hand man. "You're a good man Paul...I've always known that it's a shame that my daughter is blind to the fact that you are the perfect man for her...She is more lost than I thought...I'm shocked to learn that she's involved with a kid in high school...and a black kid at that" scoffed William. Michelle clenched her fists...feeling anger rising within her at the way her father mocked the love that she had for Trey.
"Let's go back and enjoy the party...Michelle can sulk wherever she is...It really doesn't matter...Once that file stays hidden...anything the FBI finds on the computers they confiscated from the base won't like Walker Worldwide Transport...or you with the operation in Detroit...Trust me William...Once this is all over...it will be business as usual...and maybe I can even...persuade Michelle to move back here...permanently" replied Paul. "You're a good man Paul...I don't understand why Michelle can't accept that she needs a man in her life...and not a high school kid...If anyone can sway her it's you" remarked William as they left the study. They had no idea that Michelle had heard everything that they said and was angry for how they mocked Trey. "We'll see about that" she vowed.
Sticking to the shadows...Michelle made her way towards a cluster of trees...away from the mansion...and close to the perimeter red brick wall which surrounded the Walker Estate. "All security systems in the estate have been disabled Mistress" reported Stinger over her silver Scorpion Ring....on her right middle finger. "Thanks Stinger...I've had enough of this party...It's time to go to work...Be ready for me" resolved Michelle as she stood with her erotic bare creamy feet resting flat on the soft grass that she was standing on...and focused her thoughts on her ring....causing a thick black aura to engulf her in the space of seconds.
She felt the power flowing through her curvaceous and muscular creamy body...which swapped her strapless white dress for her more revealing attire of a tight black armored leotard...black armored gloves up to her elbows...black armored boots up to her knees...and a black armored mask which covered most of her face...except the lower part of her nose and all of her glossy red lips. Her blue eyes blazed with resolve in the slits of her mask...and her glossy red lips spread into a thin smile...while her glossy black hair massed behind her head...with the end forming into a long braid like a scorpion's tail.
When the aura faded...Michelle Walker had completed her transformation into Scorpion Woman and was ready for action. "You're not going to get your way William...Once I get that file...I'll have the evidence to expose you for the criminal that you really are...bring down Cyclops International...and close this chapter on my past...once and for all" resolved the Venomous Vixen. Turning on the balls of her feet...Scorpion Woman sprinted swiftly through the cover of the trees on the Walker Estate....towards the high red brick wall that lined the perimeter of the Estate.
Her huge firm creamy breasts bobbing sexily underneath her tight black armored leotard...as her slender muscular creamy arms and long muscular creamy legs moved in tandem with each another...her long braid flailing in the air as she ran. For the first time since she had returned to her hometown...Michelle felt as if a great weight was lifted off her chest. Flexing her large creamy muscular thighs...she effortlessly leapt over the wall.. somersaulted through the air...and landed on her silver Scorpion Cycle which appeared on cue. Sexily straddling her mystic motorcycle... Michelle sped towards Williamsville and the head office of Walker Worldwide Transport. Focused on her mission...Scorpion Woman was unaware that her departure from the Walker Estate did not go unnoticed.
8.45 pm
Her Scorpion Cycle on stealth mode...Scorpion Woman weaved her way through the dimly lit side streets of Williamsville...towards her destination. Pulling into a darkened alley and ensuring her mystic motorcycle was hidden from view...the Venomous Vixen dismounted her bike and made her way through the darkness towards the offices of Walker Worldwide Transport. The soles of her boots making no noise as she moved...Michelle sprinted towards the chain link fence which surrounded the premises...flexed her large muscular creamy thighs...and easily cleared the fence...landing on the balls of her feet on the other side. She made light work of the lone security guard on duty in the booth at the main gate... knocking him out with a right hand karate chop to the base of his neck....then dragging him out of sight...locking him inside of a dumpster...and taking his key card...which she used to gain access to the darkened building. Her huge firm creamy breasts rising and falling slowly under her tight black armored leotard...her blue eyes moving from side to side...in the slits of her black armored mask...Scorpion Woman made her way stealthily and swiftly through the darkened corridors of the transport company's office...until she reached Paul Peyton's office...and used the card key to gain entry.
Entering the darkened office...Michelle made her way over to the desk...where Paul's computer was. "Now to download that file from Paul's computer...That will give me the evidence I need to expose Cyclops International...and then I can go home to Trey" resolved Michelle as she at down behind the desk...her firm tight creamy ass resting in the ergonomic chair. "Okay Paul...Let's see what dirty little secrets you're hiding for William..." thought Scorpion Woman as she switched on the computer. Directing a low energy beam from her silver Scorpion Ring...the Venomous Vixen disabled the security password on the computer...allowing her access to all the files in its directory. Her black gloved fingers typed rapidly over the keyboard...her blue eyes focused on the screen before her...scanning the plethora of files in Paul Peyton's computer...until she found the file she was looking for. Her blue eyes widened in the slits of her black armoured mask...and a quiet gasp escaped from between her glossy red lips...as she noticed the file which read...OPERATION FEMINITE.
Opening the file...Michelle found exactly what she was looking for. The file contained a ledger of payments to both William and Paul from offshore bank accounts owned by companies which she suspected were fronts for Cyclops international...the manifest of the freighter Black Spaniard...the flagship of Walker Worldwide Transport's maritime fleet...which included details of the group of Russian mercenaries led by her now deceased nemesis ROMANOFF...arrangements to ship them and their weapons into Detroit past immigration for the mission to kidnap CAPRICE...Princess of Luanda...and for them to leave the country either by air or sea transport provided by the company. Sticking a flash drive into the computer's USB port...Scorpion Woman started to download the file on to that flash drive. However focused only on exposing her father as a criminal....Michelle did not know that downloading the file had another effect...which she had not catered for....as the download swiftly approached 100 percent.
As the download completed...Scorpion Woman removed the flash drive from the USB port...and began to shut down the desktop computer in Paul Peyton's office. Getting up from the chair...the Venomous Vixen was about to make her departure...with the evidence she obtained...when she felt her large pink Scorpion Nipples stiffen sharply under her tight black armored leotard. "Oh...My Scorpion Nipples are tingling...Something's wrong" said Michelle. "You better believe it!" a male voice said...as the lights came on. The Venomous Vixen suddenly found herself confronted by what passed for law enforcement in Williamsville...all of them clad in their light brown uniforms...and broad rimmed white hats. The stocky and grizzled SHERIFF BILL TANNER.....who she knew was one of her father's long standing associates...had his pistol drawn. Behind him...one of his deputies named MITCHELL...also had their pistols drawn as well.
Her slender muscular creamy arms raised...her long muscular creamy legs spread slightly apart...her huge firm creamy bust rising and falling under her tight black armored leotard...Scorpion Woman assumed a fighting stance...as Tanner and his deputies blocked the doorway of Paul Peyton's office. Tanner and his men felt their dicks stiffen under their pants...as they gawked upon the curvaceous and muscular creamy body of the Venomous Vixen...well highlighted by her tight fitting black armored battle garb. "Who the hell are you?!" snarled Tanner as he trained his gun on Michelle. "I know who she is Sheriff...She's that masked gal that's been in the papers...Scorpion Whore!" smirked Mitchell.
"The name is Scorpion Woman gentlemen...I'm a super heroine...and I have evidence that William Walker is part of a criminal conspiracy!" quipped Michelle...showing the flash drive she held in her left hand. The trio laughed in response to her words. Tanner was the first to speak. "Look here boys...This little lady's loco...costume an all...William Walker is a fine upstanding citizen...He's a friend to many people in this town..." scoffed Tanner. "I have the evidence here that shows otherwise Sheriff...and if you won't act on it...the FBI will" countered the Venomous Vixen. Sheriff Tanner straightened himself and looked sternly at the masked woman...standing before him.
"I'm the law in this town!...And I say we caught you breaking an entering...stealing property from William Walker...This town's most prominent citizen...Hell there'd be no Williamsville without him...Mitchell...put the cuffs on this here slut...We're taking you down to the station..." said Tanner...as he relaxed his stance while keeping his pistol trained on Scorpion Woman. Standing behind him...Williams cocked his shotgun...and held it at the ready...as Mitchell stepped forward. Michelle's huge firm creamy bust rose and fell in the confines of her tight black armoured leotard...her blue eyes looking into the faces of each of the three lawmen...as she realised they were on her father's payroll and were ordered to protect his secret alliance with Cyclops International.
"Come along quietly Scorpion Whore" sneered Mitch as he took out his handcuffs. "My name is Scorpion Woman!" quipped Michelle as she stunned Mitchell with a lighting fast left hand karate chop to the throat. She tucked the flash drive into a pocket on the left side of her leotard. "Those would look better on you!" added the Venomous Vixen as she slapped the handcuffs on the dazed deputy's wrists....whirled around and drove the ball of her right foot solidly into his gut...sending him crashing against a nearby wall. He wheezed as he slumped to the floor and passed out. Sheriff Tanner did a double take...startled that anyone...least of all a woman could move so fast and be that strong.
"Resisting arrest an assaulting an officer of the law!...I'm gonna arrest you..." snarled Tanner as he raised his gun to shoot. However Scorpion Woman was faster...as she turned and fired an energy bolt from the silver Scorpion Ring on her right middle finger. "ARRGH" groaned the stocky sheriff as the energy bolt hit him right in the middle of his chest...his body gyrated for a second...before crashing to the floor of the office...like a tree that had been chopped down. "I'm gonna git you!!" yelled Williams...completely losing his composure...having seen how the masked woman so effortlessly took out Tanner and Mitchell...and open fire with his shotgun/
Using her superhuman agility...Michelle easily evaded all of his bullets. She countered as he ran out of bullets. "You should put that gun down..." quipped Scorpion Woman as she drove her left fist into his jaw. The shotgun fell from the deputy's hands and clattered to the floor The Venomous Vixen followed up by driving the ball of her right foot into Williams' groin...grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and tossing him effortlessly over the desk. He landed hard on the other side of the desk...and lay still. Her firm creamy bust heaving up and down under her tight black armoured leotard...Michelle looked at the three crooked lawmen lying unconscious on the floor of Paul Peyton's office.
"I must have triggered some kind of silent alarm...William no doubt bribed these three idiots to protect the secret dealings he has with Cyclops International...which Paul was hiding for him...You failed Dad...Once I leave here...the whole world will know you for the monster that you are...and Cyclops will be exposed...You won't be able to hurt anyone...ever again...not like you hurt Mom...like you hurt me...You'll never hurt Trey" vowed the Venomous Vixen...as she thought about her teenage boyfriend...getting back home to him in Detroit...putting her past behind them...and the two of them moving forward with their lives...together.
However preoccupied with those thoughts...as well as her triumph over the three crooked lawmen...Michelle did not see thin wisps of smoke forming around the soles of her feet as they rested on the carpeted floor of Paul Peyton's office...slowly becoming thicker...rising past her ankles...her knees...her small curvy waist...towards her awesome upper body....easily slipping under her tight black armoured leotard. "Uuuuuuuuh...My Scorpion Nipples...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Something...making them...haaaaaaaaard...Uuuuuuuuuuuuh...becoming...light headed...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...sleepy...I'm getting...so...sleepy...What's happening....Uuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh" moaned the Venomous Vixen...the palm of her right hand pressed against her forehead.
She began to sway from side to side...suddenly feeling her Scorpion Strength being siphoned out of her curvaceous and muscular creamy body...as she felt her big pink nipples stiffening rapidly under her tight black armoured leotard. As the Venomous Vixen struggled to deal with these unexpected feelings of growing arousal and weakness...the wisps of smoke which had been steadily rising around her...quickly formed into a thick grey cloud which completely engulfed her. "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...MY SCORPION NIPPLES....UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...THEY'RE GETTING... SO...H..HH...HHH...AAAAAAAAAAAAARD...ON...THEIR OWN...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...CHAFING...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...AGAINST...MY BODY ARMOUR....UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH ...I... I'M...UUUUUUUUUUUUUH...GETTING...SO WEAK....SO...DIZZY....SLEEPY...I'M...GETTING...SO..SLEEPY...UUUUUUUUUUUUUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUH" complained Michelle as she waved he slender muscular arms in the air...trying unsuccessfully to get out of the thick cloud which sprang out of nowhere.
Ulhuru Australian Outback Dawn
APRIL DENVER...20 year old tour guide awoke from sleep in her tent...at her campsite in the Aboriginal homeland. The nightmare she had was very real. She remembered the last one she had took her to the Caribbean island of Jamaica...to thwart the evil plot of the MAD RED CIRCUS...and to help super heroines who had fallen into the trap of the Circus. The fingers of April's right hand held the sacred Aboriginal Talisman...which granted her the powers to become KANGAROO WOMAN...the famous Australian champion of justice...here in the Outback...where justice was a scarce commodity to come by. One of those heroines...Scorpion Woman was in danger.
However it was a danger which transcended mere physical threats. In her dream...April saw Scorpion Woman lying motionless on the floor of a mansion...as if she were dead...a gentlemen in a suit standing over her with an evil smile...a woman who could turn to smoke...laughing. Her ally's mind in as much peril as her body. April was about to pack up her tent and equipment and start back for her hometown of ALICE SPRINGS...and make arrangements to go to the aid of her superheroine ally...when she got another vision. As much as she wanted to help...the wisdom of the Aboriginal Spirits which granted her powers...prevailed. This was a war that only Scorpion Woman could fight...and to emerge stronger...she had to fight this war alone. April sat down before the campfire...her plans to leave aborted. She only hoped the Spirits were right about Scorpion Woman.
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