Shazzan,Heroine of Arabia in Chamber of Eternal Sleep Part 2

Arabian Desert

Dazed and disoriented by the resourceful of her enemies...Jadra..Princess of Arabia was at her most vulnerable. The 18-year old princess had accompanied her father the Sultan and his entourage the the vast desert region to witness the celebrated horse race for to the Red Sea which the Arabian Kingdom had been fabled for. However her main reason for being there was to be vigilant against the threat which was posed by one of her father's sworn enemies..his former chief adviser..who was secretly in league with the Kingdom's foes..and a black magic sorcerer..Lord Jaffah. Many times Jadra had thwarted the evil schemes of Jaffah in the sultry, strong and scantily-clad guise of SHAZZAN..HEROINE OF ARABIA.

However on several of the occasions when she faced off against the evil Jaffah and his minions...her older and wiser adversary found ways to exploit the sole vulnerability which she possessed...as was the case now. "Uuhhhhh...thoughts of men..touching my breasts..
they arouse my nipples...getting weak...tired.....want to sleep..." moaned the beauteous Arabian superwoman. Her dark brown nipples hardening under the flimsy black silk bra which barely garbed her large brown breasts...as she staggered aimlessly from side to side. Seeing their once formidable adversary weakened by the special weapon which Lord Jaffah had given them..the brigands' courage was renewed and they went on the offensive.

Through the haze of the steam..one brigand approached Shazzan from behind..bringing his thick wooden club down hard against the back of her skull. "UUNNGGHH!!!" groaned the Princess Jadra as a sharp pain surged through her head from the impact of the well-timed blow. She fell to the sand on her knees...stunned by the blow to her head...while becoming
ever more aroused and disoriented from the special steam which was evaporating on her ample mounds..causing her hardening nipples to become visible under the fabric of her skimpy bra. "No more words of defiance from the mighty Shazzan?!...Now we shall earn the rewards that Jaffah promised us..." snarled another brigand as he drew his sword and prepared to strike the helpless heroine.

Before his sword hand could descend..a cracking noise was heard..and the brigand screamed in pain..dropping his sword in the sand...a large hole through the palm of his hand. "Reckon that'll be enough you varmits!!..Now git!!" yelled the cowboy Clint Carson who had rode on to the scene..having heard the sounds of battle. "Uuuhhhhh.." sighed Shazzan as she slumped to the sand on her back..as the brigands terrified by what Carson's six-shooter could do..mounted their horses and rode away. The last thing which Jadra saw as darkness swept over her was Carson moving towards her.

"Ohhhhh...What...Where..am..I?" asked Shazzan as she slowly opened her eyes sometime later. "Glad to see you're all right ma'am...Reckon me an Chicago here owe you a debt for saving our hide from them buzzards..." replied Clint Carson as he knelt next to the Heroine of Arabia who was lying atop his sleeping blanket. Shazzan slowly got to her feet. "No thanks are needed Mr Carson...You encountered some servants of an enemy of the Kingdom of Arabia..an evil man named Lord Jaffah..." said Princess Jadra as she glanced quickly at her nipples to see that they had softened while she was asleep..thus restoring her full powers. Carson watched in awe as her magic carpet flew in towards them..hovering in a single spot as she climbed on to it.

"Be vigilant Mr Carson..the desert has many dangers..you have the word of Shazzan..that I will ensure that no evil befalls you..." promised the Arabian superwoman as she flew away into the sky. Chicago neighed as he watched the shapely heroine fly away. "I hear you little brother...That's one mighty fine woman..." replied the cowboy to his trusty steed. He tipped his hat as he watched Shazzan fly away with a broad smile on his face...wondering silently to himself who she was. Little did Clint Carson know that the beauteous Arabian superwoman was thinking about him as well as she soared high over the rugged desert terrain on her magic carpet. "Jaffah has shown his intentions to disrupt the horse race...to spread discord amongst the allies of Arabia...His attack on the cowboy Clint Carson was clearly the first attempt..." thought Shazzan.

"For months...I have searched the entire kingdom since my last encounter with that scoundrel...He has not dared to show his evil since he last failed to capture me...However searching for Jaffah will have to wait for another day...I must return to the encampment before it moves on to the next site...and before Princess Jadra is missed..." resolved the buxom Heroine of Arabia..her curvaceous and muscular brown body swaying gently from side to side as she steered her magic carpet back towards the camp. "Father will be receiving the riders who have been successful in reaching this point in the race...My thwarting of Jaffah's brigands means Clint Carson will be among that group...Father will no doubt wish for me to meet with him...I felt strange around him..similar to how I feel around that masked adventurer...Sabre.." thought Princess Jadra as her mind flashed briefly on the 15-year old masked swordsman who had helped her twice to escape from Jaffah's clutches...and she compared him to the older and more rugged cowboy who helped her earlier.

As the sexy Arabian superwoman pondered these thoughts...the winds swirling around her suddenly began to blow with increasing intensity. A man's voice boomed through the sky with the sound of thunder. "So you seek me O' Mighty Shazzan?!..Then hear me...Hear the voice of Jaffah!!" "Jaffah!!..Show yourself evil one!!..Show yourself so that I shall defeat you and bring you to justice for your crimes!!" declared Shazzan. "Ah..You are indeed a very foolish young woman if you believe that I shall engage you on terms that are not to my liking!..Observe!..Observe the power that is Jaffah's to command!!" replied the villain's voice. The beauteous Heroine of Arabia was taken completely by surprise as strands of her own magic carpet..reached up..pulled her slender muscled arms behind her back..and bound her wrists tightly together.

"Moons of Muhammad!!..My own flying carpet!!..It is turning against me!!" cried Princess Jadra in alarm..stating the obvious as she struggled to break the strong fibres that were binding her hands behind her back. Another strand of fibres rose between her outstretched shapely legs..taking the form of a man's hand..and slipping under her skimpy black silk panties which barely covered the space between her large thighs. "Ahhhh...My loins..
Ooooo...a man's hand...Ahhhh..is touching them...Oooo...no one..ever touched me..like
..like..Uuuhhh..like this..Aahhhhh..Oooooo...Uunnnhhhhh..Uunnnnhhh" moaned Shazzan as every muscle in her shapely brown body strained furiously to get free as she felt her clit becoming hard and moist from the vigorous stroking action of the magically created hand.

"There is no escape foolish female!...All of your fabled strength and magical powers...are easily undermined by the power that is mine to command!!" gloated the voice of Jaffah.
"Oooohhhh!!!...Moons..of...Muhammad...the voice of Jaffah...fills my mind with forbidden thoughts...Unuuhhhh!!!..the hands of men...touching my breasts...exposing my most sceret fantasies..turning against them against me...want the cowboy..Clint Carson...Unuhhhh..to touch my breasts...Ooooo..my nipples...they feel to cold steel of Sabre's blade against them...sapping my will..losing my strength...how can I resist such powerful magic...how can I resist the will of my arch enemy...evil Lord Jaffah..." moaned Princess Jadra as she struggled desperately against the swirling tempest high above the sands of the Arabian desert.

To be continued