While PROFESSOR PAULA JONES...was being carried naked...drugged...aroused...and unconscious...for treatment within the exclusive covert criminal hideout called THE HAREM...in the Grand Circus District...18 year old JUAN MARQUEZ...her student teaching assistant at the University of Detroit...where she was a senior lecturer in criminology and history...secured his bicycle...and walked up the stone steps into the 7th Precinct of the Detroit Police Department. Hailing from Tijuana, Mexico...Juan had a scholarship to study criminology at the University of Detroit. To make extra money and boost his CV...he signed on to be Professor Jones' assistant. The busty black professor was the reason he had come to 7th Precinct today.
Entering the building...Juan went to the desk sergeant ...who directed him to the squad room...in the middle of which he saw a handsome...lean...athletic looking male police detective in a brown suit at his desk...and walked over to him. "DETECTIVE RAFFERTY?...I 'd like to make a report on...a missing person" said Juan as he stood next to DETECTIVE ARTHUR RAFFERTY...who was too consumed in the reports before him to notice the Latino teenager. Arthur was still fuming internally from failing to capture the city's famous vigilante...the SCORPION WOMAN...the night before. The Venomous Vixen had hit him with one of her energy blasts...that knocked him out...and till gave him a lingering headache.
When he finally did notice Juan...his response was not what Juan expected from a police officer who had been so highly decorated for bravery and featured prominently in the local press. "No time kid!...Got a lot of work!" growled Arthur as he got out of his chair...and walked out of the squad room...leaving Juan bewildered...and upset that Arthur dismissed him so quickly. He was brought back to reality by a woman's voice. "My partner's a little...preoccupied...
Maybe I can help" she said. Juan turned around to see an attractive brunette...her hair worn loose on to her shoulders.....dressed in a black shirt...blue jeans and low heeled black leather boots. "DETECTIVE MICHELLE WALKER...Please...sit down..." said the policewoman and Juan took the chair next to her desk which adjoined Arthur's
"Thank you...I just did not know where to turn...I need help" said Juan. As she listened to him...Michelle Walker...who was secretly the SCORPION WOMAN...could not help but think of another teenage boy she knew...who she loved but was separated from at the moment. Trying not to let thoughts of TREY JOHNSON filter into her head...Michelle focused on the Latino teenager seated before her. "It's okay...Why don't you start from the beginning...Tell me everything that you know?" suggested Michelle. "All right..." said Juan as he sat down in the chair next to Michelle's next and Michelle sat down beside her desk.
Reaching under his jacket...Juan handed Michelle a photo of a beauteous busty black woman in conservative attire...and her long black hair worn loose. "Professor Paula Jones" remarked Michelle. "You know her?" asked the Latino student. "Not personally...but I know the Police Department has consulted with her before...She's considered one of the best criminologists in the city.." replied Michelle. "Well...I'm Professor Jones' assistant...and she hasn't been at work for a couple days...Nobody in the Criminology Faculty is saying anything...I haven't been able to contact her...and she's not at her apartment...It's like she's vanished" said Juan...the worry visible in his voice. "He's really worried about her...Trey used to worry about me when I'm fighting crime as Scorpion Woman...Probably still does..." thought Michelle.
Pushing thoughts of her estranged teenage boyfriend to the back of her mind...the policewoman recalled the events of the previous night...when she encountered a trailer truck...operated by three masked thugs who were heavily armed...as Scorpion Woman. Images of the battle and its aftermath played out in Michelle's mind. She remembered finding clear cages containing women in scanty attire...bound and unconscious in the container of the trailer truck...then hundreds of volts of electricity flowing into her huge firm creamy Scorpion Breasts...and her Scorpion Cunt...then losing consciousness. "Could there be a connection? wondered Michelle.
Grand Circus District
Detroit
10 am
"Uuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuh...Where...Where...am I?" moaned Paula Jones...feeling dizzy...dazed...and disoriented...as she slowly regained consciousness. Resting the palm of her left hand on the mattress of a king sized bed she was lying on...the busty black professor...raised her right hand to her face as she sat up and tried to shake off the dizziness. "What??" gasped Paula in surprise as she felt something covering the upper part of her face. "Oh my God!" gasped Paula as she looked in a mirror directly in front of her...to see that she was wearing a yellow feline mask...which left the lower part of her nose and all of her full glossy lips exposed.
The busty black professor was also surprised to find herself clad in a thin yellow two piece bikini which barely covered her large ebony breasts...and her cunt. She was barely getting over that shock when she saw six women dressed in white lingerie enter the room she was in. They were of different ethnicities...but each of them had a blank star in their eyes. "You are a meddlesome super heroine!" said one woman. "You must pay!" said another as they moved towards Paula as she lay on the bed before them. As if by instinct...Paula leapt off the bed and punched the sex slave closest to her...in the jaw...with her left fist.
"I don't know what sick game this is!" cried Paula. "But I'm getting out of here!" she cried as she punched another sex slave in the jaw...with her right fist. Flexing her thighs...raising her shapely arms in the air...the busty black professor leapt at another sex slave...planting the ball of her right ebony bare foot in her gut.
However another sex slave came up behind the busty black professor. "Unnnnnnnh!!!" groaned Paula...dazed as this sex slave whacked her behind the head with a blackjack. "Uuuuuh...Let me go...Uuuuh" protested Paula as two more sex slaves dragged her struggling...back to the king sized bed and flung her back on to the mattress.
Two sex slaves quickly bound her wrists above her head with thick leather straps...while two other sex slaves....spread her shapely ebony legs wide open...and bound her ankles in the same way. "Unnnh!!..Let
me go!!...I have to escape!!...Expose what's going on here!!" screamed Paula...clad in a mock up heroine attire...as two other sex slaves brought out a pair of large jars which were opened. "Hey!!...My breasts!!
My cunt!!...What are you going to do?!!" cried Paula as her bra was popped open to exposed her large ebony breasts...while her panty was slipped down to her ankles...revealing her throbbing cunt.
"You must be punished heroine!" said one sex slave as she placed her gleaming hands on to the naked large ebony mounds of Paula Jones...and began to massage them."Uuuuuuuuuuuuuunh!!!...Giving me a hot oil massage...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunh!!!!...My breasts...feel strange...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuunh!!!...My
Let me go!!!...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunh!!!...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunh!!!!" moaned Paula as she writhed helplessly atop the king-sized bed.
"You're a super heroine!...You must be punished!" declared the sex slave who kept spreading layer upon layer of hot oil over every inch of the naked heaving huge ebony breasts of the busty black professor...who still wore an imitation of the feline mask of the Jamaican superwoman Yellow Cat...to satisfy the obsession that the Black Syrian had with her...since she foiled his latest criminal scheme to seize control of the billion dollar corporate empire of Jamaican industrialist Gordon Goodnite. "Uuuuuuuuuuunh!!!!...The oil is making
my nipples...really...haaaaaaaard...It's turning me on...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuunh!!!...Got to escape...Uuuuuuuh
...getting...sleepy...Uuuuuuuuuuuuh...so sleepy..." moaned Paula...her brown eyes getting heavy in the slits of the yellow mask she was for--d to wear.
As the struggles of her shapely body began to slow...three other sex slaves joined in. One massaged oil into her toned abdomen...one took her right leg...oiling it all the way down to the toes of her right bare ebony foot...the other doing the same with her left leg. Once that was done...these two sex slaves...went to work
massaging hot oil into the shapely arms of the busty black professor. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Stop...Stop
...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh....Sleeeeepy...So...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Sleeeepy...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh...got to...get...away...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" moaned Paula...as the four sex slaves massaged the hot oil over all but one part of her body.
"No escape super heroine...You must be tamed" said another sex slave as she rubbed hot oil in the space between Paula's open ebony thighs. "Noooooo...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh..Nooooo...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh
uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" moaned Paula as she was for--d to orgasm. On closed circuit TV...the Black Syrian smiled as he watched the brown eyes of Paula Jones close slowly in the slits of the yellow mask she wore...as she passed out.
"You shall never escape me...Yellow Cat..." thought the international crime kingpin.
7th Precinct
Downtown Detroit
8 pm
Detective Michelle Walker sat alone in the darkened squad room...illuminated only by her desk lamp...as she looked over the personal information on Professor Paula Jones...as given to her by Jones' teaching assistant Juan Marquez...earlier in the day. Michelle looked at photos of the busty black professor..at various public events....which she found on line. "Not exactly the typical academic...She looks like she's got quite a body underneath those clothes...almost makes you think she could be doing what I do after hours" thought Michelle...her mind flashing briefly on to her sexy and super-powered alter-ego...Scorpion Woman.
Then she remembered the trailer truck...the images imprinted in her mind of women...dressed in sexy lingerie...their hands and feet tied...gas masks on their faces keeping them unconscious...in clear cages.
"Arthur's report claims that Scorpion Woman attacked the truck...got knocked out...and then knocked him out before escaping...that makes it difficult for me to operate as Scorpion Woman...with Arthur having every cop in the city looking for me...They all think Scorpion Woman's responsible...but she...I mean I'm not..." thought Michelle. The policewoman just could not get the images of those women out of her head.
"Could there be some kind of sex slave trade going on in Detroit?...Is that what happened to Paula Jones?...
Why haven't there been any reports of missing women?" wondered Michelle. Her thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of her cell phone. "Detective Walker?" asked a woman's voice on the line. "Yes this is she" replied Michelle. "This is WILMA JOHNSON...I need your help Detective...my son Trey is missing" said the woman on the other end of the line. A gasp escaped from Michelle's parted lips...as she listened to the mother of her secret teenage boyfriend relate how Trey had not been home for days. Moved by the words of Wilma Johnson...Michelle replied "Don't worry Mrs Johnson...I'll find your son."
Detroit Waterfront
10 pm
Detective Michelle Walker dismounted her Harley Davidson chopper and walked slowly towards the ordinary looking warehouse...which was the cover for the Scorpion Nest...the top secret lair which Trey had helped her build as a base of operations when she was Scorpion Woman. It became more than that over time...serving as a virtual home for both of them. Michelle sighed as she looked at the front doors of the warehouse...remembering the last time in the Scorpion Nest was when she broke up with Trey. "Are you certain of this Mistress?" asked Stinger via the silver ring on Michelle's right index finger.
"No...but I can't let Wilma Johnson worry about Trey...No one else but me would know where he is...I'm pretty sure he's been here since we broke up..." replied the policewoman. "What if he recognises you Mistress?" asked Stinger. "I've got to take that chance...I know he's hurting as much as I am...but I have to do this as Michelle Walker...not as Scorpion Woman...I need you not to give me away...Ok?" asked Michelle. "As you wish Mistress...I shall communicate with you through mental telepathy from this point" agreed the AI. Entering the Scorpion Nest...Michelle saw Trey's old van parked up in the middle of the lair.
Walking past the van...she saw the spiral staircase which led to the loft...where the bedroom and showers were located. A quiet gasp slipped out of the policewoman's parted red lips...as she saw her teenage boyfriend...lying face down on the control panel of the main computer system...which was used to monitor the city for crimes or any emergency which she would respond to as Scorpion Woman. She heard Trey murmuring one word...over and over again. "Amazon...Amazon." Michelle knew that was Trey's nickname for her as Scorpion Woman. She remembered being surprised when he called her that...but then pleased because he thought she had a perfect body...like an Amazon warrior. Taking a deep breath...Michelle walked over to the sleeping teenager...and gently placed her hands on his shoulders. "Trey?...Trey....Wake up..." said Michelle softly as she gently shook the teenage boy...until he woke up.
As he opened his eyes...Trey Johnson was startled as he saw the beauteous policewoman looking at him. "Who are you?!... How'd you get in here?!...Amazon!!...Help!!...Help!!" cried the startled teenager...whose face had a thin layer of stubble on it from days of not shaving. "It's all right Trey...I'm not going to hurt you...My name is Michelle Walker...I'm Scorpion Woman's friend..." said Michelle in a calming voice as she extended her hands towards the panicked teenage boy. She saw Trey watching her...processing her words.. "You're the cop...Amazon told me you were someone I could trust..." said Trey...with a tinge of uncertainty in his voice. "I am...Scorpion Woman's worried about you...and asked me to check in on you..." said Michelle.
"Oh yeah?!.....Well if Amazon's so worried about me...Why isn't she here?!" demanded Trey...looking at the female police detective...with tears in his eyes. "She is Trey...but she can't tell you"thought Michelle as she contemplated her answer. "I can't answer that question Trey...She loves you...but she's going through a lot...and needs time to think things through...I know you miss her...and you're hurting too...I'd like to help...If you'll let me...If you'll...trust me?" offered Michelle as she extended her right hand to the teenage boy. Trey looked at the sexy female detective with suspicion. Trusting people didn't come easy to him... especially since his father...Leroy...missing and long presumed dead...was once leader of the feared Detroit Bones street gang. The first person he trusted unconditionally...was his Amazon girlfriend...the sexy Scorpion Woman.
However as he looked at Michelle Walker...Trey remembered the words of the Venomous Vixen to him...about Michelle being someone he could trust...and he could trust her. "My...Mom...I really should go home..." gasped the teenage boy as he remembered his 70 year old mother Wilma Johnson...who was a nurse at a hospital in downtown Detroit....and that he had been living in the Scorpion Nest for days...since Scorpion Woman broke up with him. "Yeah...Scorpion Woman told me you're a handsome guy...and she doesn't exaggerate...though I think a shave and shower would help" said Michelle in a teasing voice.
Trey raised his hands to his stubble covered face...and took a whiff of his t-shirt. "Whoa...Yeah...I guess you're right..." replied Trey...who couldn't help but feel he knew the policewoman from someplace before...but just couldn't put his finger on it. Something about the way she spoke...how she stood...it reminded him of someone. "Hey...You sure you're all right?" asked Michelle with a smile as she placed her hands on the teenage boy's shoulders as she closed the gap between them...looking at him with concern. "Uh...Yeah...Guess...I'm a bit tired...Been working on some leads...Was hoping Amazon would be back to..." said Trey...cutting off as tears welled up in his eyes again.
"Poor baby...He's delirious...Must be his depression over our break up and lack of sleep getting to him" thought the policewoman. "It's okay Trey...Let me take you home to your mom...You can leave your van here...I'll come and see you tomorrow...and we can talk some more...Deal?" asked Michelle with a smile. Trey looked into the blue eyes of the sexy detective...and again...he had a sense of deja vu. "Yeah...I'd like that...Amazon said I could trust you...Least I can do is give you a chance..." replied Trey in a jaded voice. "That's all I want Trey...That's all I want" replied Michelle...feeling happy for the first time in days...as she walked out of the Scorpion Nest...hand in hand with her teenage boyfriend.
Grand Circus District
Detroit
11 pm
"Uuuuuuuuuh...Where...Where am I?...Uuuuuuuh" groaned Paula Jones...as she slowly regained consciousness...feeling soreness in her large ebony breasts and in her cunt. Raising her right hand to her face...the busty black professor discovered something covering the upper part of her face. "What??!!" gasped Paula in shock...seeing a reflection of herself in a nearby mirror...wearing a yellow feline mask on her head...which left only the lower part of her nose and her full red lips exposed...a flimsy yellow bra which barely contained her large ebony breasts...and a thin yellow panty which barely covered the space between her large thighs.
Getting to her ebony bare feet...Paula Jones looked all around her...and saw multiple reflections looking back at her. "Where am I??!!...Why am I dressed like this?!!!...What's happening?!!!" cried Paula shaking her clenched fists in the air. "Ah you awaken Yellow Cat...You are my guest..." said a male voice over a hidden intercom. "My name's Paula Jones!!...Professor at the University of Detroit!!
Who are you?!!...Show yourself!!" demanded the busty black professor. "No one makes demands of the Black Syrian!!...You must be tamed...taught your proper place!!" replied the voice.
"Your proper place is in jail!!...I'll see to it that you go there once I get out of this nightmare!!" declared Paula. "The Black Syrian is not without honour...I shall give you the opportunity to do so Yellow Cat...If you can escape the maze of mirrors unscathed...I will grant you your freedom...If you fail...I shall make you my slave...forever!!" laughed the voice...and the laughter echoed throughout the entire glass-walled maze. "No way sicko!!...I'm going to stop you!!" resolved Paula as she turned and ran down one mirrored passageway...seeing what she thought was an exit. "I'm getting out of here...Now!!" cried Paula as she leapt towards the doorway.
However the hardened glass surface that she slammed into...showed her this was no doorway. "Unnnh!!" groaned Paula as she staggered backwards on the balls of her ebony bare feet...her hands clutching both sides of her head...as she was dazed from the impact. This allowed a female sex slave to surprise her. "Hey!!" cried Paula in surprise as the thin yellow bra was yanked off her...exposing her large ebony breasts. The busty black professor was barely getting over the shock of having her chest exposed again...when the sex slave took out a spray bottle. "Ooooooh!!!...My breasts!!!...Ooooooh!!!...Something cold being sprayed on them!!!" cried Paula Jones.
The cold sensation was brief...and quickly replaced by another sensation. "Uuuuuuunh!!!...My nipples!!!...Getting
hard!!!...I've been drugged again...It's making me sleepy!!!...Uuuuuuuunh!!!...Not again!!!...Have to escape!!!" moaned Paula...staggering down another mirrored passageway in the maze...her shapely arms flailing in front of her...as her big black nipples...thickened at an alarming rate. Lying in wait...a second sex slave came up behind Paula and used a switchblade to cut the right strap of her flimsy yellow panty. "Uuuuuuuh!!!...Hey!!!" cried the busty black professor in surprise again.
This allowed a third sex slave to step forward...with another spray bottle in hand. "Uuuuuuuuunh!!!...My cunt!!!..No!!!
....Uuuuuuuuuuuuunh!!!" groaned Paula...squeezing her large thighs together too late...doubling over and thrusting her shapely naked large ebony breasts forward...as she felt the coldness of the liquid from the spray bottle penetrate her thick forest of curly black pubic hair...and dampen the brown lips of her throbbing clitoris. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuunh!!!...Pressure in my cunt!!!...Uuuuuuuuuuunh!!!...Can't....Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunh... handle
it...Uuuuuuuuuuunh!!!!...Creep!!!...Sadist!!!...Pervert!!!...Uuuuuuuuuunh!!!!...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunh!!!!" cried Paula as she staggered through the maze of mirrors on the balls of her ebony bare feet...her right hand clutching her naked ebony bust...her left hand resting atop her throbbing clitoris...trying to suppress the orgasm which was building within her cunt...thanks to the aphrodisiac/muscle relaxant that was sprayed in her erogenous body parts.
Her head reeling with dizziness....as she felt simultaneous growing hardness in her big black nipples...wetness and pressure building within her throbbing cunt...Paula Jones...now only clad in the mock yellow heroine mask which Black Syrian instructed she be made to wear...was easy prey for the six female sex slaves who had tamed her previously in one of the treatment rooms of The Harem...the centre of a top secret sex slavery ring in the city...which she had been a prisoner of for several days now. "Uuuuuuuh!!!...Let me go!!!...Let me go!!!...Uuuuuuuuh!!!...You won't get away with this!!!...I'll escape and stop you!!!...You won't tame me!!!..." cried Paula...her shapely ebony arms and shapely ebony legs flailing wildly in the grips of the six sex slaves as they grappled her to the floor of the mirrored maze.
"Tame the meddlesome heroine!!...Tame Yellow Cat into submission!!" ordered the voice of the Black Syrian over the hidden intercom in the mirrored maze. As two of the sex slaves held her shapely arms...and another two sex slaves held her long shapely legs...spreading them wide open...the remaining two sex slaves...did as the international criminal kingpin commanded them to do. "AAAAAAARGH...MY BREASTS....AAAAAAARGH...BEING GROPED...MY NIPPLES....AIEEEEEEE...BEING SQUEEZED...AIEEEEEEEEE....THAT'S MAKING ME...AIEEEEEEEEEE...TIRED...AIEEEEEE
SO TIRED...AIEEEEEEEEEE...DON'T WANT TO BE KNOCKED OUT...AIEEEEEEEEE...NOT AGAIN...AIEEEEEE....AAAAAAH
AAH...AAAH...AAAAH...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" moaned Paula as streams of milk spurted out of her hard and erect black nipples...as she lactated...and a geyser of milky white liquid exploded between her large ebony thighs...as she had an almighty orgasm....her brown eyes rolling up in her head as one of the sex slaves removed the yellow mask from her face...as she surrendered to unconsciousness again.
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