Author's note: A reboot of an old story

Lioness in Captive of the Dream Spa



Luanda City.

Luanda, Central Africa

2 pm



The kidnap attempt had happened the night before and Princess Leona was comforting her niece, Caprice, at the young woman's apartment. She was listening, with secret pleasure, to Caprice tell reporter Rick Casey, how, if it weren't for the Lioness, she would have been stolen away by three men. They broke into her apartment, held her down, and pressed a cloth filled with chloroform over her face. She going to sleep when, suddenly, the Lioness...the country's famous super heroine... burst into the room, knocked out the men with a variety of blows, and left them for the police.




The Princess figured she would stay around. There may be another attempt, though the police didn't think so. Over the past year there was a rash of kidnappings in Luanda City, mostly attractive young girls like her niece. Better to stand guard, just in case. She could change at a moment's notice. She was wearing her Lion Talisman belt and flimsy lion skin leotard hidden beneath her black blouse and leather mini-skirt. Her boots went up to her knees, complimenting her strong thighs. Looking at her tall, leggy niece, with her curvy waist, smooth ebony skin, and sleek figure, wrapped in a halter top and shorts, Leona thought the girl was too attractive a prize for kidnappers to give up. And the Lioness could easily defeat those clowns again.




"The Lioness is so amazing..." gushed the 21-year-old Caprice to Casey, who was jotting everything down on a note pad. "She is so beautiful and powerful. I wish I thanked her, but I was too out of it." So you can't say anymore about her?," Casey asked. "Well, I think...you have a thing for her," smiled Caprice. "You keep asking the same questions over and over." Well," blushed the reporter, "she saved my life" "And she is the most gorgeous woman in the country," added Caprice with a naughty toss of her head. The embarrassed Casey looked over at Lenora and couldn't say who was more alluring -- the Lioness or the raven-haired Princess, who, her sensuous legs crossed, looked curvaceous and buxom enough to be a supermodel.




"Enough about the Lioness," said Leona, who glanced at Casey with a mixture of impatience and affection. "I'm sure she is happy Caprice is safe. No need to say that I am not a good substitute." "Oh, I feel safe with you," laughed Caprice, "but you must admit you are no Lioness." At that, Casey left, noticing a van right outside of the house with the lettering Dream Spa on its sides. "Never heard of that outfit," he thought...as he got into his car and drove away




"I'll get more tea," said Caprice, looking down at her empty cup. But after she left for the kitchen, the Princess heard a cry. She raced through the door. Caprice was held by three men, one placed a cloth hood around her head, tightening it with a string around her neck. Before the Lioness could react, her arms were pinned behind her back, and a cloth hood was placed over her face and tightened. She struggled blindly but the two men easily eluded her kicks.



Worse, the cloth emanated a sweet, chemical odor. It was a strong sedative...Caprice's arms flailed about, but they slowly calmed as the anesthetic from the hood overwhelmed her senses. Once her arms fluttered to her sides, the men put their arms around her waist and lowered her to the ground: one held her legs while the other took out a brown bottle and poured a dose of chloroform into a white surgical pad. Placing Caprice's head on his lap, he held the pad firmly over her face. The combination of the hood and the chloroform were overwhelming. Lioness could hear Caprice roll from side to side, her legs kicking against the floor, her "UHHHH..." subsiding into gentle protests.



"Breathe deep" one of the thugs said, "you will sleep until we get to the spa." They bound her feet and hands. "Get her into the van" said one, with the commanding tone of the leader, "but don't leave any marks or bruises." "What about this one, she's got the most magnificent chest I've ever seen," said a kidnapper, "a shame to leave her behind." Leona was groggy, but not out. Her Lion Talisman powers kept her being completely overcome. Once the hood was removed she would strike, so Lioness pretended to collapse. She wobbled and fell; a man caught her between the arms and lowered her to the ground. She had been chloroformed before as the Lioness..so she knew how to make it sound convincing.




"Uhhhh...can't stay awake..." said Leona. Her head was lifted and she felt a pad pressed over her mouth and nose. She held her breath. "I think she's really out," said one of the men, though he silently signaled to the others they should be cautious. Her hands and feet were bound and she was taken into the van. In the van, Lioness and Caprice were put on their backs on top of blankets, their heads pillowed by their luxurious hair. The hoods were removed. A man sat by each woman, making sure she remained unconscious. Occasionally Caprice would stir and make a soft moan.



As for the Lioness...she was biding her time: the effects of the sedative were fading and she wanted to know where they were being taken. She had to be careful to keep her breathing sluggish. But a little more fresh air in her lungs and she would be able to snap her bonds, easily take care of these thugs, and break up the evil operation.




But then a man, the one who admired her chest, said to the others, "Let's see how they feel. I won't leave no marks." He reached down and began to unbutton Leona's blouse. In a moment he would see her costume. Desperate, Lioness struggled to break the bonds, but she was not yet strong enough. "Hey, she's wiggling over here. Get more sleep stuff! I can't manage her." Two men came over, one grabbing her legs, the other her arms. A pad of chloroform was pressed into her face. "UHHHH....UHHHHAH...," screamed Princess Leona struggling, waving her head back and forth.



She managed to kick one of the men away and worked to free her arms. But one of her captors deftly removed her blouse, revealing the lion skin leotard and her enormous chest. The men stared with lustful eyes. "This is the one who got our buddies. The Lioness," said one. "Yeah," said the boss, "and I've got something to take her out in a very special way." With renewed energy, the three men held onto the heroine. One thug grabbed her arms. Another tried, but failed, to keep a chloroform pad clamped over her mouth. "She's still got fight in her," he yelled after the Lioness head-butted him.




"Hold her!," cried the boss, who returned with a large gray container, "this should take the spunk out of her." He pulled the top of her leotard down and sprayed her breasts with a strange smelling liquid. "This is an aphrodisiac solution made just for you, Lioness. It's laced with a powerful sedative," he said. "It is absorbed quickly into the skin. After you caught the others, we did some research. We were prepared this time. You aren't going to escape."




Two of the men began to fondle the Lioness' massive ebony breasts, rubbing the liquid deep into every inch of her chest. "That's it, be gentle but firm, like the doctor told you, no rough stuff" said the leader, "sexual stimulation drains her of her strength... turn her on...the more she fights it, the weaker she gets." Lioness's long muscular ebony legs writhed on the blanket, sometimes bucking up into the air. Her mini-skirt crumpled up, revealing her supple thighs and the bottom of her leotard. Her head waved furiously from side to side. She managed to kick a man away with her muscular legs.




But the leader was right: sexual images streamed into the Lioness's mind, she couldn't think of anything but love-making. Her resistance melted: after a few minutes her legs and arms felt as heavy as lead. Coated by the potent aphrodisiac, her breasts were shiny and extraordinarily sensitive to the touch. Her ebony legs dropped slowly to the ground, helpless. "Feel so...weak...sleepy....breasts touched by men... making me excited and tired...no...no...can't be tamed," thought the confused Lioness.




"Coordinate the rhythm of your hands on her breasts," ordered the boss, sensing the best way to paralyze her. The men began to caress Lioness's chest in a hypnotic motion, rubbing her nipples until they were hard as concrete, lulling the heroine into a stupor. "I will defeat you...stop evil...you will not smother my spirit," she said unconvincingly. In a few minutes her breathing slowed, she could only make small moans, "Ooooo....never felt so out of it...so helpless...you know how to handle me." One of the thugs began to regularly dab her face with the chloroform pad.




After a signal from the boss, one of the men cut the rope around the Lioness's legs. "No...No...No...mustn't touch me down there!..." warned the Lioness. He quickly parted her legs, and, holding a sponge sprayed with the aphrodisiac, slowly slid it up and down the soft flesh on the inside of her thighs. "Feel like kicking me again, super bitch?" snarled the thug, laughing, as he pulled the mini-skirt up, rubbing the sponge vigorously over her cunt. The erotic mixture wet her leotard and seeped in. Her breathing slowed...her chest relaxed...Lioness felt as if her body was floating like a feather, her eyes were glazed with sleep, she was falling under a spell, numb.



"Ooh... trap work good...aphrodisiac make me so weak... cannot save Caprice... myself, " she said. "The Lioness is weak as a kitten. Stop now," the leader instructed his men. "Boss, you are really doing a number on her," said the driver. "She's dangerous. Got to figure out how to put her into one of the doc's hypno-sleep spells," the leader snapped back. He thought for a moment and asked: "Does the aphrodisiac make the part of you that wants to be enslaved by men in control?" Lioness fought to keep silent, but the stimulation had made her docile.



She answered, "Yes." "Do the police know where you are?," he asked. The heroine hesitated, but could not lie. "No," she blurted out. He then asked, "How do we keep you under our control?" "Remove my Lion Talisman belt and I have only normal strength," she gasped.


He swiftly unbuckled the belt. "We will make the obedient part of you much stronger," he said. The boss then began to stroke her breasts with his thumbs, making her nipples rock hard. "No...No...No...spirit must not be tamed," Lioness groaned.




"Think of a man you desire, a man you want to touch you," commanded the wily boss, following the doctor's instructions, "you can think only of this man." Lioness fought against the diabolical suggestion, but she couldn't help but see Rick Casey. She couldn't get him out of her mind, nor her hidden desire to have his hands slowly stroke her and tame her. "You know my secrets...forbidden thoughts...I want them...but sap me of strength...make me sleep," she gasped, attempting to wriggle her breasts away from the stimulation supplied by her own powerful erotic fantasies. But Lioness could not stop feeling the reporter's hands on her breasts -- part of her wanted him to possess her.




One of the men than cut the ropes around the heroine's wrists. "Remove my hands, Lioness," the boss commanded. The Princess grasped his wrists, but his arms felt like bands of steel. Her hands slowly slid to her sides. The boss took both of her arms and lifted them above her head, pinning them to the ground.




"Must...fight...capture," moaned the desperate Lioness as she attempted to raise her shoulders and break his grip. "Your will is gone.. your only power is to pleasure men," the boss said, cupping one of her magnificent breasts in his hand. Lioness slumped to the ground, nodding "Yes...must obey."




"Now, beautiful one, it is time to go into a deep sleep," smiled the leader, knowing he had planted thoughts of the dominance of men in her mind. Fresh doses of aphrodisiac and chloroform were poured on a pad and handed it to the boss. He waved it over the woman's groggy face, bringing it closer after each breath the Lioness took. "You will sleep now...you belong to men...to give them pleasure...that is your only power...you do not want to escape."




Lioness's eyes widened. "I think only of pleasure... must obey men... do not want to escape... must sleep." "Yes. When you awaken at the spa," sneered the leader, "your fantasies of submission will be used against you. You will live to please men." He pressed the pad firmly over her luscious red lips. Lioness's brown eyes fluttered. She moaned "Uhhh..." and lost consciousness.


"The super bitch should be out for hours," said the boss as he removed the pad from her face. "I am going to put some of the ear phones on her." "Hey, look at what I found," said one of the men, holding up the lion skin mask. "Put it on her," chuckled the leader, looking down on the captured Lioness, "who cares who she was. She is ours now..."




But in their zest to subdue the Lioness, the men had forgotten Caprice. During the struggle she had come to, saw her champion in danger, and had quietly rolled to the back of the van. She was banging on the back door with both feet, making a racket. "I'll save Lioness!," she screamed, hoping somebody would hear her and call the police. One of the men grabbed a chloroform pad and covered her face with it, dragging her away from the door.




"Maybe she is another super babe," he said. "Let's not take any chances." He pulled down her tank top, spraying aphrodisiac on her firm breasts. The others held her legs, which were trying to buck free. As Caprice inhaled the chloroform, her breathing slowed and her legs stopped kicking. The men smiled as they lowered the her feet to the floor. They cut the rope around her ankles, pulled down her shorts, spread her thighs apart, and applied the aphrodisiac, generously, with their hands. Without the mighty powers of the Lioness, Caprice fell quickly under the spell of the drug and the sexual stimulation. She surrendered, whimpering "uhhhh" before sliding into unconsciousness.




"Now," said the boss, "let's make sure there's no more trouble from these two for the remainder of the trip." He placed a set of ear phones on the Lioness and Caprice's heads. He turned on a tape machine. "This tape will condition them to obey while it keeps them asleep," he said.




As if she instinctually realized the threat, Lioness tried to shake the ear phones off her head, her magnificent mane of dark hair moving back and forth. The boss quickly placed her head in his lap and applied a thick pad of chloroform to her magnificent chest, patiently rubbing on and around her breasts until, her nipples hard and glazed with chloroform, she was completely still.




The men, aroused by the sight of the gorgeous, half-naked African superwoman, wanted to have their way with her. "Nobody touches her. Lioness will be worth all the work," the boss said, "once the doctor finishes with her." "Sleep deep and long, Lioness," he said looking down at the defeated heroine, making sure the headphones were secured on her head.




To be continued