Lioness and the Slaves of New York Part 2

Luanda, Central Africa. 9 pm.

A crowd of people gathered on the street outside the warehouse as police cars, fire engines and ambulances arrived on the scene. The firefighters were the first to spring into action, unravelling their hoses, connecting their water supply and working on the minor fires surrounding the warehouse. The police then cordoned off the warehouse perimeter. Luandan Police Chief Walter Odongo alighted from his vehicle and walked through the crowd towards the police barricade. "What do we have?" the chief asked the police inspector on duty. "We received a call of an explosion and sounds of gunfire sir.. Our officers found those inside.." the officer replied as he pointed to the pile of AK-47 assault rifles and one grenade launcher.

"Too early to tell but we suspect the launcher caused the explosion..My men are still searching the interior.." the inspector added. Just then, he walkie-talkie crackled. "Sir..We..found..uh..something.." came the message. The Police Chief and the inspector exchanged confused looks before walking towards the warehouse.

Making their way through the hazy interior, they soon found a trio of policemen standing in the midst of some fallen oil drums. "What are you men staring at..!" the inspector growled before he answered his own question. His jaw dropped as he stared at the shapely woman lying on the ground before them. Her identity concealed behind a mask cowl which looked like a lioness' head. She was clad in a sleeveless leotard which appeared to be made from a lion's skin. A lion's skin belt was entwined around her shapely waist. Ivory bracelets and bangles adorned her wrists and ankles respectively.

However the policemen's eyes were firmly rooted to her large, firm dark brown breasts and her hardened black nipples. which rose and fell gently as she lay unconscious before them The booming voice of Chief Odongo snapped them out of their stupor. "Bring the ambulance in here and take this woman to hospital under guard..Anyone who breathes a word of this to anyone.. will answer to me!" ordered the police chief. The policemen scrambled to carry out their orders..as they brought forward a stretcher for the unconscious African heroine known as LIONESS. The crowds of spectators got a good look at Lioness as she was carried out of the warehouse placed in the back of an ambulance and taken to hospital.

Hours later...the heroine began to stir. "Ohhh..Cold..Something feels..so..cold..against..my breasts" moaned Lioness as she felt a metallic object being pressed lightly against her exposed chest. Behind the yellow slits of her cowl, Princess Leona's dark brown eyes slowly opened. Her vision was blurry at first but images soon began to take shape. She looked up to see a young man in a white coat examining her with a stethoscope. Instinctively her right hand clasped his right wrist. "Where am I?..How did I come here?" Lioness inquired. "You are at Luanda City Hospital.. The police brought you here..You've been unconscious for the past three hours.." the doctor replied.The African Adventuress released his wrist and eased herself into a sitting position on the bed. She realised she was still masked so no one would know her true identity was that of Princess Leona, heir to the Luandan Throne. Her attire was also intact, save for the fact that her leotard had been parted, revealing her ample breasts.

"Ohhh..My breasts feel..a bit sore.." admitted Lioness as the fingers of her left hand lightly encircled her black nipples and black, puffy areolas. " I removed several iron fragments from your breasts..You might feel a little discomfort..Miss..uh" the doctor stammered as he gazed at the masked woman in front of him.


"I am Lioness..Heroine of Luanda..Champion of justice.." the heroine replied as she adjusted her leotard to cover her breasts once again. Stretching her long muscular legs, Lioness stood up and approached the doctor. "My thanks Doctor Geordie..I am in your debt that you did not unmask me while I was unconscious..My identity must remain secret if I am to fight for justice.." she said, reading his name tag. Dr Johnathon Geordie was breathless as he gazed upon the beauteous masked woman who stood before him. "Now I must go.." Lioness stated and ran towards the open window. "Wait!" Dr Geordie yelled as he watched the African Adventuress leap through the window. The doctor stared out the window but found no trace of the heroine who had disappeared into the waiting night.

Elsewhere, a C-130 transport plane winged its way out of Luandan airspace and flew east towards the coast. In the belly of the aircraft, arms dealer Muhammad Islaq made a coded statellite transmission. "The deal in Luanda was thwarted..The authorities have a new agent in their employ..A masked woman calling herself Lioness..Our buyer killed her..Things are too hot to conduct business there.." Islaq stated. "Luanda is key to our operations..We shall therefore have to expedite things on our end..We shall expect you in New York" the voice on the other end replied. "I shall be there..Out" Islaq replied. The following morning, Princess Leona joined her father King Luaga in the dining hall of the Royal Palace for breakfast. "It seems some arms smugglers were active in the city last night.." the King said as he perused some security documents sent to him.

Princess Leona nodded as she sipped her coffee. "I would have surely caught the fiends had I not been rendered unconscious as the Lioness.." thought Leona. "I am however deeply concerned that our overseas missions may be in danger.." King Luaga added. "I have some meetings in New York next week father..Together Simba and I can devise a plan to counter the smugglers' plans" Leona assured him. The old king smiled at her words of assurance. "You are so much like your mother..Fearless and wise..It was one of the many things I loved about her" he said, placing his left hand over his daughter's right hand. Princess Leona knew that her father knew her mother had been the Lioness before they were married. What the King did not know was that she had since taken up that mantle.

New York. One week later.

A Lear jet bearing the royal seal of Luanda arrived at John F. Kennedy International Airport. The plane taxied towards a special hangar were a limousine and two other cars awaited it. Adjusting her coat, Princess Leona alighted from the plane and walked towards the waiting group of Luandan officials. An elderly woman in a fur coat approached her and bowed. "Welcome your Highness..I am Uri Ukura..Aide to the Luandan Mission at the UN..Prince Simba sent us to greet you.." she stated. "Thank you..Let us go to the Mission at once..I am eager to see my brother and nephew.." Leona replied. As the Princess walked towards the waiting limousine, she somehow sensed she was being watched and glanced at the surrounding rooftops. "Something wrong Highness?" Ukura inquired. "Nothing..We should go.." Leona replied and climbed into the limousine. As the vehicles drove away, a man in a thick jacket and holding a camera in his hands stood up. He had been taking pictures of the beautiful African princess.

Elsewhere the bell at a private school in Queens rang to signal the end of classes for the day. Adjusting the straps of his knapsack, Kip walked towards the exit, flanked by two bodyguards. Every day had been the same ritual for him, school and then home. He saw little of his father, Crown Prince Simba and found making friends with the other diplomats' children who attended the school, difficult. Kip and his bodyguards exited the school compound and walked towards the limo that was waiting for them. Suddenly, a white van pulled alongside and four men in green coveralls and black ski masks leapt out. The bodyguards moved to protect Kip but rapid fire from the Uzis of two of the masked men dropped them to the pavement. Kip tried to run but was seized by another masked man. "Help! Help!" he cried as he was hauled struggling into the van. "Shaddup kid!" a male voice snarled, as a foul-smelling rag was clamped over the boy's face. In a matter of seconds, Kip's struggles slowed and he passed out. Tires squealed as the van took off at top speed.

"Come.." Prince Simba stated as he heard a knock on his office door. "What kind of a greeting is that..brother?" Princess Leona asked as she entered the room. "Leona!..What a surprise!" Simba cried as he stood up and walked over to embrace his younger sister. "Kip will be happy to see you when he returns from school" he added. "I've missed him too Simba..but father is very concerned.." Leona stated grimly as she gently broke their embrace. "I know..The arms smuggling..I have been speaking with other African diplomats..They too have the same problem.." Simba said. Princess Leona was about to speak when she sensed something. Just then the office door was for--d open as two white men in suits and overcoats for--d their way inside past a protesting Uri Ukura. "What is the meaning of this?!" Simba declared.


The younger man, who had black hair and facial stubble, reached into his jacket pocket and produced his id. "Prince Simba..I'm Detective Danny Rosewood..15th Precinct NYPD.. This is my partner..Andy Taggart." he stated. "This is about your son Kip..He was kidnapped outside his school a couple hours ago sir.." the older, balding Taggart added. "No.." Simba gasped as he slumped into a nearby chair and buried his head in his hands. "Detectives..You must understand this is an internal security matter..a matter of state" said Princess Leona. "Sorry lady..but this ain't Africa..This falls within the jurisdiction of the NYPD!" Rosewood quipped.

"How dare you address an heir to the Luandan Throne in that voice!" countered Leona. Rosewood was about to reply when Taggart intervened. "Sorry your Highness..We know this is difficult time..Rest assured we will get the boy back..We will inform the Luandan Mission of every aspect of our investigations.." he said.

"Thank you gentlemen..I can assure you the Luandan Mission shall cooperate fully..Nothing is more important to me than my son's safe return" Prince Simba said and the NYPD detectives made their exit.
"Have no fear Simba..We shall find Kip.." Leona assured her brother. "If any harm comes to him..the fiends shall answer to the Lioness!" she silently resolved.

Alone in her private quarters later that evening..Princess Leona made her own plans to investigate her nephew's kidnapping."Whoever kidnapped Kip must have a vendetta against us.." she thought as she accessed the classified files of the Luandan Security Ministry on her laptop. One file in particular caught her interest.

"Muhammad Islaq..68-year-old arms smuggler..Born in Pakistan..reported to have extensive operations through much of Africa.." Leona mused as she read his file. Perusing the smuggler's records further, the Princess discovered that he had family in New York City. "The police here will not give Kip's abduction the attention it deserves..I must act as the Lioness to rescue him" she resolved and switched off her laptop.

Loosening her thick black hair, Leona removed her turtleneck sweater, slacks, bra and panties. Kneeling beside her suitcase..stark naked.. she opened it and then accessed the secret compartment within which contained her crime-fighting attire. The Princess slipped on the lion skin leotard which highlighted every aspect of her athletic and curvaceous body. The Lion Talisman was fastened around her waist while the ivory bracelets and bangles adorned her wrists and ankles respectively.

Leona then slipped the lion skin cowl over her head to conceal her true identity and complete her transformation into the Lioness. Using her sharpened fingernails, she gently opened the window without setting off the alarm. "Beware kidnappers..for tonight the Lioness hunts you!" the heroine vowed as she alighted on to the roof, closed her window and set off to find her nephew.

Meanwhile in a basement in the Bronx, Kip squirmed and struggled within a chair as he was bombarded by a series of flashing lights and subtle electronic messages were pumped into the room by a two speaker boxes. "How is he?" a woman asked as she observed Kip through a tinted window. "Boy's got spunk..Give him that..but he's starting to slip..Won't be too much longer now.." Salaam Islaq remarked. "We cannot be too complacement..My sources in Luanda City tell me the Royal Family is protected by a special agent..A masked woman called the Lioness" the woman said. "She is dead..My brother said she was killed in an explosion.." Salaam scoffed. "No..The woman still lives..She has incredible powers..Undoubtedly, if word of the boy's kidnapping has reached Luanda..Lioness will come..She may even be here already.." the woman added. Salaam began to fidget nervously.

"How can this woman be defeated if she is as powerful as you claim?" he asked. " The boy obviously is important to her..Lioness will trust him..Once he is under our control..We shall use him..to find out her secrets..I shall discuss this with my employer.." the woman replied as she turned and left the basement. Salaam watched as Kip slowly succumbed to the mind control.

Elsewhere across the city, the Number Six Express train rolled north towards the Bronx. Resting on the balls of her bare feet and her fingers pressed lightly on the cool metallic surface, the Lioness squatted atop the roof of the moving train. The cold night air brushing against her body..making her thick black nipples stiffen slightly under her leotard.. and through her long black tresses. "I can sense Kip's presence..It is getting stronger" Lioness thought as her yellow eyes scanned the concrete jungle that formed the terrain of New York City. On the streets below the overhead railway tracks, traffic flowed smoothly.Rising slowly, the African Adventuress tensed the muscles of her curvaceous body for action. Flexing her powerful thighs, she leapt from the moving train. Pulling her long, muscular legs into her body, Lioness somersaulted through the air. She extended her legs as she descended towards the street below. Landing on the balls of her feet, her arms raised and her legs spread apart, the Lioness scanned her surroundings.

Her arrival startled a street dweller who was rumaging through some trash cans and he fled into a nearby alley. "Well..lookie here fellas..Look what stepped off the train!" a male voice sneered. The African Adventuress turned around to see seven young Muslim men in black leather jackets, jeans and boots approaching her. Their jackets bore the insignia of a red crescent moon.The men in turn, gawked at her curvaceous body, barely concealed by her skimpy attire."You on the wrong turf hooker!..This turf belongs to the Tenth Street Tajhs!" the leader of the group declared and his cohorts snickered in response. "I am the Lioness..I have no quarrel with you.." the heroine told the hoodlums. "If you're on our turf bitch..You asking for trouble!" the gang leader snarled and pulling out his switchblade he advanced towards the African Adventuress. "You cannot threaten me like that!" Lioness quipped as she sidestepped his lunge and countered with a powerful right jab to the gang leader's face. The force of the blow sent the young gangster crashing into the pile of trash cans. "The bitch just decked Abdul!..Get her!!" another gangster yelled.

Drawing their weapons, the six gangsters charged towards the buxom avenger. Standing her ground, the Lioness sent two sprawling along the pavement with a left roundhouse kick. Dodging the chain of another gangster, she keeled him over by driving the ball of her right foot solidly into his gut. The other three gangsters were about to attack when the wail of a police siren was heard. "Cops!..Let's get outta here!" a dazed Abdul yelled as he staggered to his feet and ran away. The other gangsters followed his lead as the squad car drew closer. "I cannot allow the police to delay my search for Kip" Lioness thought as she turned and leapt towards a nearby rooftop as the police car pulled up to the pavement. The two uniformed patrolmen got out of the car and looked up towards the roof where Lioness had leapt atop and vanished. "What the hell was that?" one asked. "I dunno..Think we should call it in?" his partner replied. Elsewhere a bruised Abdul slipped some coins into a pay phone and dialed a number he knew by heart.

"Yes?" Salaam Islaq as he picked up the phone in the office of his businessplace. "Boss..It's Abdul..Me an some of the boys..We got jumped by some crazy black chick in a mask.." the gang leader babbled and described the Lioness to his employer. Islaq smiled as he heard the description of the African Adventuress. "Lay low until the heat blows over Abdul..I'll handle this woman myself.." he stated and hung up the phone. The businessman knew the Lioness would be coming to rescue his "guest" and he had to prepare to welcome her. Swiftly traversing the rooftops in the Bronx, the heroine soon arrived at her destination, Islaq's FoodMart. "Muhammad Islaq's file says his brother is a successful fruit and vegetable exporter..From the elaborate establishment he has..Salaam Islaq must be doing very well for himself.." the African Adventuress mused as she stood atop a roof and gazed upon Islaq's businessplace.


With incredible agility, Lioness leapt from the rooftop with her arms and legs fully extended. She somersaulted gracefully through the air and landed on the balls of her feet in the alley behind the grocery. The heroine's yellow eyes scanned her darkened surroundings as she moved slowly towards the service entrance.

"For a wealthy businessman..Islaq's security leaves much to be desired.." the Lioness thought as she noticed the simple padlock and chain which locked the door. Grabbing hold of the lock with her right hand, the African Adventuress easily snapped the lock. Discarding the chain and the broken padlock, Lioness pried the door open and slipped inside the grocery. Closing the door behind her, the heroine found herself in what appeared to be a greenhouse. The artificially lit room was filled with row upon row of fruit trees, packed in wooden boxes filled with soil. The sensation of the cold concrete registered under the balls of her bare feet and her large, firm breasts rose and fell slowly under her lionskin leotard as she made her way slowly through the dimly-lit storeroom.

"Kip is close by..I can sense his presence" Lioness said as she made her way through the rows of grow boxes. As the African Adventuress continued her search for her nephew, an overhead sprinkler system was activated. "Must be used to water these trees" Lioness thought as a light sprinkling of water bathed her curvaceous body as she walked. Her ebony body glistened in the dim artificial light as the liquid from the overhead sprinklers doused the African Adventuress as she walked. The outline of her large,firm breasts were well-highlighted beneath her increasingly damp lionskin leotard. "That looks like the exit to this room..Once I pass through this unplanned shower..I will search this entire place until I find Kip" the Lioness resolved as she spotted a locked metal door ahead of her. However as she took a couple of steps towards the door, the heroine felt her nipples suddenly shoot to attention under her soaked lion pelt leotard.

"Oooohh..My nipples..They feel strange..The water..has aroused them..all of a sudden...I'm feeling..so sick..dizzy..weak..sleepy.." confessed the African Adventuress as she glanced down at her broad chest to see the distinctive outline of her nipples under her leotard. The African Adventuress swayed drunkenly from side toi side..her hands clutching the sides of her head, in an effort to soothe her throbbing temples. Beneath the yellow slits of her cowl, Princess Leona's dark brown eyes became increasingly heavy with sleep. "Something..in the water..Weakening me..Getting so tired..Hard to stay awake.." Lioness groaned as she struggled to stay on her feet. The door in front of her opened and two men clad in gas masks, green coveralls, black leather gloves and boots, rushed towards her. "Uhhh!!" groaned Lioness as one thug brought his blackjack crashing down on the back of her head and she fell to the floor. The second thug knelt beside the dazed heroine and grabbing her arms, pulled her against his chest.

".Cannot break free..My strength..is gone.." Lioness gasped as she struggled, alarmed about effect of the strange water on her powers. "That ain't the only thing you gonna lose bitch!" the second thug snarled as he knelt down in front of the struggling heroine and pulled back the straps of her leotard to expose her great dark brown breasts and her visibly aroused black nipples. "Fiends!..Sadists!..You cannot..Aahhhh!!" Lioness cried as the thug in front of her started to vigorously grope her ample breasts with his gloved hands.

"Unnnhh!!..You must not touch my breasts..!!" protested the Lioness as she twisted helplessly in the grasp of the thug behind her. "Give it up honey!..You know you want this!" the other thug growled as he freely fondled the African Adventuress' ample breasts."Ooahhh..My nipples..You make them become..so..hard..My breasts..cannot resist your touch..My body..surrendering..I..I cannot..fight you.." Lioness stammered as her struggles began to slow. Her muscular legs glided back and forth over the damp floor and finally came to rest. The heroine's curvaceous body slumped against the body of the thug holding her arms behind her back while the other thug gently caressed her naked breasts which rose and fell slowly before him.

"Uhhhh..Touching my breasts..You fiends..Too tired..Too weak..to fight you.." Lioness sighed as her head swayed slowly from side to side in response to the thug's fingers gently encircling her hardened black nipples. "You really are one dumb broad aren't you?!...Just let it happen honey..Ain't no way you gettin outta this!" the thug sneered as his gloved hands roamed freely over the African Adventuress' ample breasts. "My breasts..Unnhhh.. cannot resist it when a man touches me there...Becoming so weak..tired..very..very tired..Not used to this..in my native Luanda.." the Lioness sighed as the thug's gloved fingers sent shivers through her rock-solid, black nipples. "Welcome to America sweetheart.." the thug sneered as he continued to fondle the large, firm breasts of the helpless heroine.

"Unnhhh..This kind of treachery..Unknown to me..Cannot draw powers of my Lion Talisman..My muscles..so relaxed..Ohhh..My breasts..so aroused..Clouding my mind...You fiends have triumphed..the huntress has become the hunted.." the Lioness stammered. Beneath the yellow slits of her lionskin cowl, Princess Leona's dark brown eyes were now heavily-laden with sleep.

"Man..After all that curare-laced water..the broad's still kickin..!" the thug holding the sleepy heroine remarked. "Ohhh..Not for much longer fiend..My breasts..not used to touch of men..You have turned my own femininity against me...Never known...Such weakness..No choice..Spirits have abandoned me..I must surrender to you..You trap me good..you have made me..Unhhh..conn.sciousssss...." Lioness sighed as her head sagged against her left shoulder and she blacked out as the thug continued to stroke her large breasts.

To be continued