Original Lioness and the Tatoo of Oblivion 2

Luanda, Central Africa 1960
7 pm.

Prince Luaga arrived at at Leandra Lara's mansion after the fashion show and was greeted at the door by M'Baka. "I hoped to see Leandra..She left so suddenly..Is everything all right?" asked the Prince.
"I am not sure she will be back soon, " answered the faithful retainer, anxious to get rid of the Prince because..Leandra..who was secretly the Lioness..had not yet returned from her mission. "She will call you when she returns." replied M'Baka.

When the Prince left..M'Baka ran to the underground lair beneath the mansion..where Leandra had a series of machines which she used to help her fight crime as the Lioness. M'Baka checked for the whereabouts of the Lioness's car on th rader and saw a blip on the radar screen, indicating where it was. M'Baka quickly left in the Rolls Royce and discovers the Aston Martin..wrecked in a bad part of town.

The Lioness was nowhere to be found. "Lioness has great power...I pray to the Goddess that Lioness will return triumphant. However M'Baka had no way of knowing that the mighty Lioness had fallen into a trap from which she could not escape.

On the other side of Luanda City.. the unconscious Lioness was quickly and quietly carried out of the ambulance into a seedy apartment house. CIA agent Jon Fowles and his men entered a room on the first floor and toss the African super beauty on a bed..which awakened her. "Ohhh..Where?..What?.." groaned Leandra...still groggy from the chlororform and the anesethetic.

The Lioness tried to get up but two CIA agents pounced on her before she could get off the bed. "This'll keep you quiet bitch!" quipped one of the agents as they both dabbed her great ebony breasts with chloroform-soaked pads. "Uunhhhh..CIA..chloroforming my breasts...making me tired..want to sleep.." agreed the Lioness as she groaned and stared sleepily at the men drugging her fabulous ebony mounds before collapsing on her back.

Flora and two other old crones entered the room. They could not believe their eyes at the heroine's beauty.. from her raven hair, huge firm chest, slim waist and long, muscular legs. As I told you, she is miracle," said Flora to her partners." She worth our most powerful magic." "Make her helpless!" instructed Fowles. "It will take some time," replied Flora.

Four CIA agents held the Lioness' arms and legs.. spreading them wide apart. Leandra struggled but without her Lion skin belt..she had the strength of a normal woman and was too weak to resist them. "What are you doing?! How dare you treat me this way ?!" cried Leandra. "You have been a problem for us long enough," said Fowles, as he watched the three old women pour emu oil over their hands.

"It is time for you to think of nothing but man's touch," Flora declares. "No!..must keep pure of mind...must stop you and CIA," shouted the Lioness. However the three old women quickly dampened her spirit, smoothly spreading emu oil over her breasts, stroking her amazingly defined muscles.

"Aaahhhh...oil make me feel so...strange...mind fill with forbidden thoughts...uhhhhh...uhhhh" groaned the Lioness...trying desperately to wiggle away from the grip of Fowles's men. Turned on and anxious to see the end of the Lioness, they held her fast. Meanwhile, the deft hands of the old women never stop. They rub the emu oil into the secret spots, the most sensitive flesh on the mighty breasts of the Lioness.

Flora concentrated on Leandra's nipples, rubbing the strange oil in deep, never letting them soften. The other old women cover her the heroine's body completely. Slowly stroking the inside of her thighs and pulling down her lion skin panty, soaking and re-soaking her pubic hair, making sure she became very wet.

"Ahhhh...no...must fight...not defeat me...fight for right against this evil...never feel this way before.." moaned Lioness, who felts as light as a feather as the strength was drawn out of her breasts. Her dark brown eyes fluttered in the slits of her lionskin her mask.. while her red lips opened and closed. "The emu oil make you sleep before and it work again," cackled Flora.

She began to chant with the other old women. "You are weak... need man's touch."

"Oooahhh...ahhhh...pleasure...pleasure in my breasts...cannot resist...must..fight...becoming..tired.." moaned the Lioness. Fowles signals his men to move away since the proud Lioness was too weak to move, let alone escape. "The woman is defeated. So much for our most tenacious foe" thought Fowles.

"Now tell me, Lioness," said Flora once the heroine's ebony body gleamed with the oil."Who are you thinking about? What man do you want to touch you? What man you want?" "I..not..tell...lives at stake...never tell.."gasped Lioness..her head nodding up and down as she tried to fight the effects of the drugs and strange voodoo.

"I think of.. no...man," the heroine muttered, unconvincingly. Flora smiled and asked again, massaging her nipples. "Unnnhhh...I...I want to sleep..you know weakness...strange oil...make me think only of love and sleep..." conceded Leandra as she felt her will being sapped."You not sleep till you say name" snapped Flora who signaled to the other hags.

They come forward carrying a tray with two pots of black paint and long needles. "What are you doing?" said Fowles, "I didn't say I wanted her mutilated.""Not hurt, only make her more weak and helpless with desire," replies Flora, as she continues to stroke Lioness's nipples into hardness. "Ooohhhhh.." moaned the busty African heroine. The old women dipped the needles into the black paint and pressed the needles into the Lioness's breasts.

First one and the other, covering them with a strange pattern of circles and squares. "Aaahhh..Never
Never..felt...such pleasure...such pain...you know my weakness...I...I..will tell you all..Ahhhh..Oooooh" sighed the beaten Lioness. Her legs and arms stretched sensuously over the bed, her shapely thighs rubbing against the blankets.

She could only think of sexual images. Of being ravished, mastered, and controlled by Prince Luaga.
"Now," demanded Flora. "You mustl tell me the man want to master your sweet breasts." "Yes..his name is Prince Luaga...he I want...my breasts are his to touch...to lick.." confessed Leandra says in a husky voice, revealing her innermost desires, the key to her erotic enslavement .

"Good girl," responded Flora, looking at Fowles and patting Lioness's great elbony mounds.."Now you can sleep, but first the name of your master must be written on your chest." The old biddies gently held the soft breasts of the Lioness and wrote the Prince's name on them with the needles and paint. Flora laughed.

"No woman ever escape the tattoo" she said before she pressing a pad soaked in the emu oil over the heroine's attractive face. "Sleep deep and stay weak Lioness," said the old woman, her face set in a serious and commanding expression, "when you wake up you will live for only one thing -- man's touch."

"Mmmphhh..Mmmphhhhh..." sighed Leandra as her brown eyes slowly closed in defeat in the slits of her lionskin mask..before she slid into an enchanted sleep. "This is perfect," said Fowles, once he saw the Lioness's breathing was slow and even. "I have wanted to discredit the Prince, and this woman gives me the perfect opportunity to destroy them both!"

"You pay me and my friends now,"said Flora. "Yes, and tell no one of what happened here," the CIA operative said. "And you men," he said after thinking a moment, "I want to you plant a copy of our counterfeit plates for the Luandan currency in the Prince's house. I will send one of the Luandan policemen on our payroll to Luaga. He will warn him to beware of a visit from the Lioness, who is after the plates, and give him the means to defeat her for the police."

Fowles held up a jar of the emu oil and began to laugh. When the real police come, he thought, tipped off by us about the plates, they will arrest the Lioness and the Prince, who will be executed as traitors.
Fowles walked up to the sleeping Lioness, tracing his fingers over her massive breasts and down her taut stomach, rubbing underneath her panties until she moaned in her sleep.

"Ooohhhh...Oooohhhhh..." moaned the Lioness.."Do not awaken Lioness," warned Flora. "No sweat..the super bitch is totally out of it...I want her costume and the belt put back on he..she shouldn't remember much, and even if she does, it won't stop her from being destroyed by her own Prince..." said Fowles.

Flora held up her handful of American money, her eyes gleaming as she looked at the helpless Lioness. Unknown to Flora..her partners and the CIA..the Soviet agents have been monitoring their activities.

To be continued