Esha - Dream Cruise
Part 1
     The crowd's cheering and last minutes yells of farewell filled the dock 
as hundreds of people waved and wished their respective others a fond 
farewell. The cruise line ship the Sea Princess blew its mammoth horn 
announcing the last call for all passengers and for visitors to disembark. 
Whitney Preston, daughter of billionaire Howard Preston, walked on board 
carrying a small travel bag. Barbara Cummings watched from the dock, 
spying the young girl's adorned neck with mouth watering anticipation. 
     "mmmm nice and tasty." The full figured brunette thought staring at 
the diamonds. Her stare then ran up and down Whitney's nice, tight body 
and then back to the jewels. "A treat with a treat.this will be a piece of 
cake. So daddy doesn't know you're taking a cruise. Incognito eh? Makes 
my job oh so much easier." she smiled. 
     Subtly, the amazon brunette slipped on a pair of thick, dark sunglasses, 
picked up her carry on bag and headed toward the ramp. Suddenly, the 
crowds began to part as a limo pulled up. The doors opened and Barbara's 
jaw nearly dropped straight off.
     A long pair of calf booted legs followed by the familiar face, body and 
costume of Power Venus slid gracefully out of the back seat. She was 
followed by the Hexana, Lady Midnight and Jungle Broad, three others of 
the She Legion.
     "Oh SHIT! Say you're not getting on too.." Barbara cursed under her 
breathe as she watched the five stunning heroines wave to the crowd. "Ah 
DAMN!" Barbara rolled her eyes as the four women went up the ramp and 
toward the entry deck.
      "So why is the She Legion here?" Barbara asked a young man knowing 
she could get him to say just about anything she wanted with a wicked 
smile.
      "Um. uh. dontcha know about the benefit. they're doin' a 
swimsuit model thing to raise money for charity." The young teen 
stammered staring at the curvaceous brunette behind him. "Some cruise 
thing where they are gonna make a calendar and sell it along with getting 
people to go on the cruise to raise money. I'm gonna be buying that 
calendar that's fer sure. Anything to see Junglebroad in a bikini." He 
stammered looking at the amazon jungle queen's wide, full rear as she 
stealthily walked up the ramp like some exotic jungle panther.
    "Indeed." Barbara said tipping her glasses to get a closer look.
    "Hey, maybe you oughta do some of that modeling stuff. You'd look hot 
on a calendar." The kid said glaring at Barbara's obvious endowment.
    "Sorry sweety." Barbara said patting the kid on the head like he was an 
eager puppy dog. "I just don't do those things." She grabbed her walk on 
bag and headed up the ramp, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.
     The entry deck was a madhouse. Teen boys, middle aged men, even 
geriatrics were pushing to get autographs of their favorite heroines. The 
four women waved and signed everything from travel brochures to napkins 
all with the starting phrase of "To my friend.". Barbara slipped past the 
crowds and handed her cruise ticket to one of the pursers. 
     "This way Mam." Suddenly, he stopped and took a closer look at the 
ticket, then a closer look at Barbara. "Um. did you know your cabin is."
     "Yes, sweety, I know. I'm on a budget." She smiled tapping him on the 
shoulder to get him moving.
     "Yeah, but a lady like you shouldn't be on M deck. I gotta warn ya. The 
engines are going to kill you." He said shaking his head.
      It took nearly twenty minutes of stair climbing, walking decks and 
trudging down hallways till they reached M deck. Not decorated like the 
rest of the ship, decks K and below were painted navy white and looked 
more like a military hallway than a cruise ship. The kid reached her room 
and opened it.
     "There ya go Mam, M28. Now, don't mind the vent pipe. Its huge but 
the bunk just clears it." He said putting her bag on the single bed and 
leaving the key on the small table. "Are you sure I can't get you a better 
room. I got's connection with the captain." He said straightening his tie 
and trying to look ten years older than he was.
     "Oh no. I just want to hide away. See, I'm a writer and I need my 
privacy. That's why I want you to make sure that I'm not bothered in 
anyway and that you don't tell anyone you saw me." Barbara said taking 
off her sunglasses and giving him a sultry stare. 
     She then put a hundred dollar bill in the stunned kid's hand and closed 
it tightly. "There's another two hundred if I'm not bothered for the whole 
cruise." She whispered softly in his ear. 
     The kid nearly ruptured right there and skipped out of the room. "The 
names JJ Mam. Anything and I do mean anything just dial 9845." He said 
like an excited school boy.
     "Oh I'll make sure I call you the moment I get.. Lonely." She said 
shooting him a wink and closing the door. The kid nearly flipped down the 
hallway.
      Barbara opened her large carry on and spread it flat. She pulled out her 
normal clothes and put them in the chest drawers making it look as though 
this was her entire wardrobe. She then pulled back a corner of the black 
inner lining of the case to reveal a hidden zipper. She unzipped the lining 
and opened the rest of the case. 
      She took off her raincoat, then her slacks and finally her blouse. She 
then pulled off her laced underwear and bra and stood naked in front of the 
narrow mirror on the closet door. For several moments she fondled her 
huge, globular, nearly perfect breasts and ran her hands over her firm, 
smooth figure. She then pulled the hair pins from her head and dropped 
the brunette wig to the bed letting her styled, curvy blonde hair run free.
     Turning to the bag, Barbara grabbed a black, v cut spandex bikini 
bottom and slid it slowly over her round hips. This was followed by a 
black, spandex bikini top that latched together in the front and formed her 
breasts into mountains of spherical, tan cleavage.
     Next were her arm gloves. Silk and black, she took her time running 
them up her long arms to her shoulders. The black, stiletto, four inch shoes 
were next leaving her legs long, shapely and bare. Finally, she put on her 
black, eye mask and secured it tight with double stick adhesive and a tie 
around her head. She turned to the mirror and put her hands on her hips.
    "Baby, you are a knock out!" Esha said with a smile slapping her own 
ass in the mirror and sighing. 
     The jewel thief had rather a narcissistic side to say the least. In 
actuality, Esha did have a super power. Her body could regenerate and heal 
at a fantastic rate. Since she was 19 her body never changed, staying the 
incredibly form it was now. She rarely had to work out. She never got any 
scars or permanent bruises regardless of how much damage she suffered 
and she never gained weight. Her body just kept going and going looking 
like a million dollars. 
     The outfit proved to be valuable as well since it allowed her to distract 
her enemies by letting them view her in all her splendor. She found that 
most men, and some women, didn't even mind being robbed, especially if 
it was by some hot masked babe in a black bikini. Besides, what's the use 
of being the world's top jewel thief if you can't show off a bit of cheese 
cake and having some fun now and then.
     She looked over her bag and started to take inventory. "Rope; 
Bandannas; Black Jack; Cutters; Thief tools; and Chloroform." She said. 
"Glad I brought enough anesthetic. I didn't know those four super sluts 
were coming on board." She said counting her small brown bottles. 
"Hopefully I won't have to tangle with them but if I do.." She held up a 
small bottle and smiled.
     *     *     *
     It had been nearly four hours since the cruise ship got underway. The 
guests got what they paid for as the four luscious heroines spread out over 
sections of the ship with professional photographers snapping away pic 
after pic. During reloads and breaks, fans got a chance to talk with and 
take fan photos of the heroines in various bikinis, lingerie and their 
standard costumes. The crew and passengers were all enamored with the 
four heroines, all except two.
     "Damn IT! DAMN IT ALL! What a fucking load of SHIT!" Antonio 
Bandella cursed standing far off near a stairwell in his first mates uniform. 
"The captain didn't even tell me about this! Now our schedule is 
FUCKED!"
      "The captain didn't tell you Antonio dear because you are such a 
louse." Softly teased a voice from behind. Cassandra Wong, the ship's 
head female purser, put her arms on his broad shoulders and watched him 
watch the She Legion. "Besides, this is going to work out much better than 
we hoped."
     "What? What do you mean? Those atomic powered super. BIMBOS 
can knock us into next week. We'll never nab any good girls while they are 
around. Our foreign market wants ten girls in two weeks. This cruise is a 
bust." He said disbelieving her and pouting.
     "Oh don't fret my pretty boy hunk. We'll get them their girls all right. 
See, those superheroines are actually doing us a super favor. They are 
keeping the rest of the crew and passengers occupied while we do our little 
dirty work." Cassandra explained walking her fingers up his shirt.
     "Also, here's the best part. I contacted our buyers and they are willing 
to forego our quota for the rest of the year if we deliver to them four 
superheroines." She added with a smile waiting for him to burst.
     "WHAT! Are you nuts!" he said trying to keep is voice down.
     "Not at all. Do you know how much they'll pay for American 
superheroines? Nearly ten times the usual amount." She replied.
     "Fine, that's if they don't nail us first. I maybe pretty fit but those 
women can wipe the floor with me and the rest of us. They're not some 
dopey college girls." He said. "Besides, there's a dozen people around them 
constantly."
     "Oh they are not that bad. I happen to know that Junglebroad and Lady 
Midnight are just big breasted athletes. Hexana is a regular woman who 
needs to speak her spells to cast them and Power Venus. well, I just 
happen to know of a way to bring her down to size. Our foreign friends 
gave me some info on them all." Cassandra replied with a superior smile 
as she watched Power Venus laying on her stomach and curling her legs 
for the camera.
     "Also, once this photo thing is done, they instructed the captain to be 
left alone and told him they would stay "incognito" for the rest of the 
cruise. We nab them and no one will miss them." She added thinking how 
smart her plan was. 
     The two stood for the rest of the day, watching the four women with 
Antonio getting more and more confident that they could pull this off.
     *     *     *
      "I don't know about you but I am worn out." Power Venus said as she 
plopped down on her bed. The other three heroines sauntered into the large 
two bedroom suite and sat down as well. 
     "Yes, good thing this is over with. Now we all we got to do is relax and 
deal with a few pesky fans." Hexana said pouring a glass of lemonade and 
taking a long drink.
     "Ah.. Ah.. Ah. not so fast ladies." Lady Midnight said stripping off 
her bikini and putting on her usual costume. "We have an assignment to do 
remember. That's why we got this cruise trip for free." The rest of the girls 
rolled their eyes and nodded.
     "So what makes you think the white slavers are going to grab any girls 
now? While we're on board they're probably scared out of their wits." 
Power Venus said getting dressed.
     "Not so. The slavers will actually be more brazen since they'll probably 
use us as their distraction." Hexana replied.
     "Yes, sadly no boyfriend or husband is going to miss a girlfriend or 
wife while they are trying to get shots of us." Added Junglebroad.
     "Exactly! That brazenness will be their undoing. What we need to do is 
go about our business but keep an eye open. Try to track whether girls are 
disappearing. Keep tabs on the younger ones. Follow up any leads, no 
matter how small." Lady Midnight ordered being the leader of the group.    
"On a side note. Billionaire Preston's daughter Whitney is on board. She 
thinks she's traveling in disguise but the C.D.A. knows she's on board." 
     "Ah, young beautiful and rich. A good target." Junglebroad said with a 
smile as she brushed her long, sun bleached blonde hair.
     "Exactly! And since you understand the situation, I need you to check 
up on the young lady and keep tabs on her." Lady Midnight said fitting 
Junglebroad with the assignment.
     "Oh. OK. You have me. I'll take a look around her room." The 
jungle queen smiled as she left.
     *    *    *
     "Let's see. two decks. No three. Damn flashlight!!" Esha lay 
sideways in the air vent as she tried to read the ship's blueprints with her 
pen light. "That's what I get for buying two year old plans. They 
remodeled the whole damn thing!" she cursed taking a look down one 
intersection, then another.
     For several minutes the lithe, bikini clad blonde slinked through the 
vent she had opened in her room. "Pretty handy renting the only stateroom 
that has the master vent pipe running through it." She thought proudly, 
happy that at least this part of her plan was going well.
     "Ah! There it is H78!" she said looking down through the grill at the 
stateroom. "I didn't think you'd camp your pretty, rich ass in first class eh 
Whitney?" Esha said with a smile.
     Suddenly, the thief froze. A large pantry cart pulled up with a rather 
stocky maid pushing it. The woman knocked softly then used a pass key to 
open the door. "SHIT! I'll have to wait till the maid leaves." Esha cursed.
     *     *     *
     Whitney was busy laying out her evening wear as her shower warmed 
up. She let her towel drop to the floor and she got into the shower. She was 
too engrossed with the warm, running water to hear or notice the stateroom 
door open slowly. A burly maid entered pushing a large pantry cart full of 
towels. Looking about, the woman closed the door and locked it. She then 
pulled out a small, brown bottle and a terry cloth, white towel and 
proceeded to empty the bottle's contents into the cloth. At that moment the 
shower stopped.
      Whitney wrapped herself in her towel and came out of the bathroom. 
She saw the cart and gasped in fright, then she saw the maid dusting the 
night stand with a white rag and relaxed.
      "Sorry to disturb you mam. I missed my rounds earlier and my 
manager will have my job if I don't get all my rooms done." The maid said 
in a crackly old voice keeping her face away from Whitney.
      "Oh. no problem. I'll be dressed and out of here in no time." Whitney 
said dropping her towel and sliding on her skin tight, sequined dress. The 
young girl then went to the dresser to get her jewelry.
      As she started to put her earring in, she looked up in the mirror and 
saw the maid standing right behind her. The maid, however was the ugliest 
woman she ever saw. Whitney quickly realized this wasn't a woman at all. 
Her realization was too late, however, as the rag the maid was using to dust 
with clamped down hard over her nose and mouth stopping her try at 
screaming.
     The muscular maid pulled Whitney in close and held her fast as she 
struggled and flailed trying to get the chloroform soaked rag off her face. 
Her head twisted and her body bucked but the fumes sapped her strength. 
Soon, she began to slow then her body grew limp. Then, with a sigh, she 
slumped into the maid's arms and fell asleep.
     The maid let her slide to the floor and then placed the rag over her face 
again. He let her breath the fumes in deep and held it there until her 
breathing was deep and heavy. "Good, she's out." Antonio said with a 
smile as he pocketed the rag and picked her up.
     *     *     *
     "How long does it take to change the beds!" Esha said gruffly waiting 
in eager anticipation. Then the door opened and the burley maid pushed 
the linen cart out, shut the door and headed down the hall.
     "Good! Whitney hasn't left yet.. I'll just. OH SHIT NO!!" Esha slid 
the vent grill back in place just in time as Junglebroad came slowly up to 
the door. The impressive amazon stood for a moment, then raised her hand 
to knock. She then backed down and walked over to a nearby porthole and 
look out trying to act inconspicuous.
     "Oh great! Now what." Esha said. Then the thief smiled.
     *     *     *
     "I can't just stand here forever." Junglebroad thought, "A girl standing 
around in a cheetah print bikini is pretty conspicuous. Too bad there's no 
place for me to hide."
     Suddenly, the heroine heard a loud, unusual clang coming from a 
nearby intersection. The jungle queen stealthily slipped down the corridor 
and peered around the corner. Halfway down the hall, in an alcove, a vent 
grill sat on the floor.
     "Hmmm.. Mice methinks." She said with a smile slipping around the 
corner and to the alcove. She looked up the shaft and saw what looked like 
the strap to a bag. Reaching up, she grabbed the strap and pulled a black 
bag down to examine it. As she looked it over, the door to a nearby linen 
closet slowly opened.
     "Thanks sweety. I'll take that." Said a female voice from behind 
Junglebroad. Before the amazon could turn, a chloroform soaked gauze pad 
came down over her nose and mouth and the heroine was pulled off 
balance. 
     The two blondes struggled, each pushing and shoving trying to push 
theout manuever the other. Esha hung on for life and she could feel the 
jungle woman sucking down lung fulls of the ether. 
     Suddenly, Junglebroad threw her weight back and, with a spin, threw 
Esha off her and into the wall. The blonde thief slid down partially dazed 
by the blow. Junglebroad stood shaking the cobwebs from her head and 
trying to stand straight. Esha grabbed the chloroform pad and jumped back 
at the jungle woman. Even half drugged the amazon was good and she 
flipped the surprised blonde with ease. Esha landed upside down on a 
nearby flower table and slid to the floor with a crash.
     Junglebroad staggered toward Esha thinking the upside down blonde 
was out. Esha, however, shattered that notion with a powerful kick to 
Junglebroad's head. The amazon reeled back and clutched her forehead in 
pain and dizziness. Esha then rolled forward and plowed into Junglebroad 
sending her to the floor on her stomach. The thief grabbed the jungle 
queen's arm and pinned it behind her back. With her free hand, she took 
the chloroform pad and reapplied it over Junglebroad's gasping mouth.
     The amazon flailed like a wild animal but Esha now had the weight and 
pinning advantage. For several minutes Junglebroad bucked trying to get 
the thief off her back. After a few moments, her struggles slowed. The 
amazon began to breath more slowly and her gyrations dampened. 
       Slowly, the jungle woman was reduced to a moaning, sleepy heroine. 
Esha got up and turned the amazon on her back. Junglebroad tried to get 
up with a woozy, drugged look on her face but the pad was applied once 
more draining more of her energy. Junglebroad's head swooned and her 
eyes fluttered. Then her eyes rolled up into her head and she slipped down 
asleep. 
     Esha continued to hold the chloroform pad over Junglebroad's face, 
"That's right Jungle-Bunny. Breath it in. Time to go beddy bye." She kept 
the pad in place until the heroine was breathing deep and regular. She then 
stood up and grabbed her bag.
     "Now to ditch you and get the jewels." Esha said grabbing Junglebroad 
by her shoulders and pulling her into the broom closet.
     *     *     *
     The bulkhead door to the lower storeroom opened and Antonio hoisted 
a wrapped up bundle in his arms through the archway. He set the rolled up 
bundle of towels on a wide raised mat bed and unrolled them. Whitney 
Preston's rolled out, sleeping like a baby, her hair draped over her face 
haphazardly. 
     Antonio bent over the young girl and straightened her hair and clothes. 
He then slid her to the center of the bed and handcuffed her arms over her 
head. He secured them to a swivel eye ring at the top of the frame.
     The first officer then pulled out a tripod and video camera and started to 
film the peacefully sleeping Whitney. As he worked. Cassandra walked in 
with two of her female cohorts. Antonio and Cassandra liked using women 
more than men since women seemed more amenable to the white slavery 
thing. They could also be bought with coke, heroine or other drugs fairly 
easily and Antonio's charms were hard to refuse. Plus, if their "help" ever 
got uppity, Antonio could easily handle one or two of them. Also, without 
their knowledge of course, Cassandra's helpers were backups in case they 
couldn't make deliveries. The young girls were oblivious to this, being told 
that the last girls that disappeared left because of boyfriends or being 
arrested etc.
     "So, you got her. Very nice work." Cassandra said as she, Mimi and 
Sheri, her two henchwomen, walked over to the bed and sat next to the 
sleeping girl.
     "Yes, I'm doing the sleepy pics now. Get the ammonia and we'll get the 
other pics done." He said not looking up from his camera.
     Cassandra got a bottle of ammonia and dampened a small rag. She 
placed the rag over Whitney's mouth until the girl started to cough. Just as 
Whitney began to awaken, Cassandra pressed a duct tape gag over her 
mouth.
     Whitney began to scream and thrash wildly, horrified at her 
predicament. "That's it sunshine. Make with the wiggling. Put on a good 
show." Antonio said taping her. He, Cassandra and the two henchgirls 
were all wearing black sweaters, pants, shoes, gloves and masks. Antonio's 
was a ski mask while the others wore large Mardi-Gras style eye masks. 
Whitney had no idea who these people were, just that she was in a shit load 
of trouble.
     "Ok, now set three." Antonio ordered. Mimi and Sheri instantly 
climbed on the bed and began slowly removing Whitney's clothes. "Don't 
struggle honey and you won't get hurt." Mimi whispered in the young 
girl's ear.
     Whitney was nearly frozen in fear as the last of her undergarments were 
removed and she lay naked and helpless on the table. She had no idea if 
they were going to make a porn film, rape her or just kill her. She thought 
it was some kind of kidnapping thing where they needed to send a film of 
her tied up back to daddy. The two women then handcuffed Whitney's 
ankles to the corners of the mat in a spread eagle position.
     "Ah yes, show us the goods honey." Antonio said continuing his camera 
work. He ran the camera up and down Whitney's young, firm naked body, 
filming everything from her jiggling breasts to her curvy legs to her 
shimmying ass to her little girl face. Finally, after a twenty minutes, he 
shut the camera off and pointed at Whitney.
     Mimi picked up a bluish filter mask, the kind used by allergy sufferers. 
She stuffed the inside with cotton then poured a health dose of chloroform 
intoit. Sheri knelt down next to Whitney's head and grabbed the young girl 
to hold her still. With the tape gag still in place, Mimi pressed the ether 
soaked mask over Whitney's nose and mouth and stretched the strap over 
her head to hold it on place.
    Whitney's eyes exploded from the fumes and she struggled violently. 
The anesthetic was a hefty dose and Whitney soon began to slow. Her 
eyelids grew heavy and her eyes rolled up into her head. With one last 
moan, the young girl passed out and slipped into a deep, anesthetized 
sleep.
     She was then uncuffed from the bed and Sheri and carted her sleeping 
body into the back of the hold. A series of coffin sized crates lay open with 
padding on the inside. They lay Whitney into a crate padded with thick 
foam. Special arm shackles, padded with foam lay on her sides and they 
secured her arms in place. A stock like padded clamp at Whitney's ankles 
held her legs in place as well as another stock just over her knees. A final 
foam padded stock clamped over her shoulders and her head was secured 
with foam padding on both sides. They didn't want their "product" 
damaged in shipping. The two girls made sure the sleep mask was secure 
then closed it and sealed it with a clasp and padlock.
     "That should keep our prize for a while till we ship her off." Cassandra 
said rubbing Antonio's chest. "Now, give me her vault receipt and your 
pass key and I'll get the jewels." She said holding out her hands.
     "Vault receipt. ughhhh." Suddenly both he and Cassandra realized 
his mistake.
     "YOU LEFT THE RECEIPT IN THE ROOM!" Cassandra screamed 
causing Sheri and Mimi to back away with a start.
     "Shit! I'll have to go back and get it!" Antonio said pulling off his ski 
mask.
     "NO! That'll be too suspicious, especially with those super bimbos on 
board. No, Sheri, Mimi and I will get the receipt. You wait for us in your 
stateroom." Cassandra said as she and the girls started to change back into 
their uniforms.
     *     *     *
     "MMmmmbllmmm." Junglebroad slowly started to come around, the 
chloroform wearing off like a bad hangover. "Ugghh where. WHAT! I'm 
TIED!"
     The amazon quickly began pulling at her bindings but to no avail. Her 
arms were tied behind her back with cotton rope, wrists to elbow. Several 
coils wrapped around her front securing her arms to her back. Her legs 
were bound at the knees and ankles with more coils and her mouth was 
stuffed with a black, silk rag and tied shut with a large, black bandanna.
     "Acck! If I wasn't so limber I'd be hurting right now. That blonde who 
tied me up sure knows her ropes. This is impossible to untie!". The 
amazon continued to struggle, trying to weasel her arms loose. She looked 
about at the cramped broom closet for any kind of help. Suddenly, her eyes 
widened as she spotted the orange handle of a utility knife on one of the 
shelves.
     With her legs, she started kicking the shelf, rocking it back and forth. 
After several attempts, the shelf came crashing over with its contents of 
floor cleaners, brushes, towels and other items piling down on top of the 
trussed up jungle queen. The utility knife was close at hand and 
Junglebroad went to work.
     *     *     *
     "Damn! Where the hell could she have gone?" Esha said staring about 
Whitney's room slightly puzzled. "Maybe she slipped out while I was 
getting rid of that big breasted jungle tart." She said. "Anyway, all I really 
want is the jewels. I just had my hopes up for a little midnight fun."
    Esha searched the room with careful, thief like skill, trying not to leave 
anything out of place as she worked. After five or so minutes, Esha sat on 
the bed and sighed. "Where the hell are those jewels. They have got to 
be.." Suddenly, Esha spied a yellow ticket on the TV.
     "Of course! A vault receipt! All I have to do is claim the jewels and 
they are mine." She said. "Oh, wait. Without the First Mate's pass key I'll 
need to prove I'm Whitney and I can't pass for her. They probably took her 
finger prints." She sighed but her dismayed look turned to an evil grin. "of 
course, no man can resist my "charms"." She said standing up in front of 
the mirror and cupping her large breasts like they trophies.
      *     *     *
     The door to the laundry room slowly opened and Junglebroad staggered 
out, dropping the last of the cut cotton rope to the floor. "Oh.. by the Gods 
I am so dizzy. I've never been chloroformed before. The stuff smells 
aweful." She muttered clutching her head and walking toward Whitney's 
room. 
     The bikini clad heroine knocked on Whitney's door. Silence was her 
only reply. The heroine then looked down and noticed scratch marks on the 
keycard lock. "Someone has picked this lock. It MUST have been that 
woman in the black outfit." Junglebroad said getting nervous that 
something may have happened to Whitney.
     The amazon tried the knob and the door opened freely. She slipped 
inside like a cat. The room was empty. Everything seemed Ok but 
Junglebroad's years of experience dealing with criminals told her the room 
showed signs of being searched. She found wet stains on the floor and 
found wet towels neatly folded in the cupboard. She also took a long sniff 
and smelled something very, very familiar.
     "So, that bikini clad thief chloroformed Whitney as well." She said 
finding the exact spot with her super sense. "I'll have to inform the team 
about Ms. Preston's kidnapping. I guess this blonde woman is the white 
slaver. It shouldn't be hard to catch her." Junglebroad thought as she 
headed for the door.
     *     *     *
     Cassandra and her two friends headed for Whitney's room. Just as they 
rounded the corner, Whitney's door opened and Cassandra froze in shock. 
"SHIT! Junglebroad! Quick, hide!" she hissed pushing the two girls back 
down the hall.
     "What will we do?" Mimi said as the three women slipped into one of 
the nearby empty staterooms. "If she sees us, she may get suspicious. She's 
got to know Ms. Preston's been taken already."
     "Yes, but she doesn't know who did it." Cassandra said as an evil 
idea crossed her mind. "Quick! Get the ropes."
     Junglebroad slowly walked down the hall and rounded the corner. She 
was still a bit dizzy from her anesthetizing and was taking her time 
shaking off the cobwebs. As she rounded the corner and headed up the 
hall, she heard a thumping noise from a door to her right.
    "mmmph! Mmmmppph! Mmmppph!"
    "Sounds like someone's in trouble." Junglebroad said softly as she 
pressed her ear to the door and listened. She tried the knob and it was 
unlocked and she let herself in. On the floor, wiggling on her back with 
her hands behind her, her legs tied together and her mouth gagged, was a 
beautiful Asian purser tied up and struggling.
     "Here, let me help you." Junglebroad said crossing the room and 
kneeling down over the young girl to untie her. She pulled the gag off first 
to let her breath.
     "No, let me help you." Cassandra said. On cue, Mimi and Sheri flicked 
off the lights and jumped Junglebroad from behind grabbing the amazon's 
long arms and holding them firmly. At the same time, Cassandra swung 
her arms out from behind her back and clamped a think, terry cloth towel 
soaked with chloroform over Junglebroad's nose and mouth. The jungle 
queen was shocked that the girl's arms were not tied at all and struggled 
violently against her attackers. The four wrestled in the dark. Cassandra 
held the towel in place as Mimi and Sheri wrestled Junglebroad's long legs 
and arms to the floor. The amazon was already weakened by her previous 
chloroforming and this dose was even stronger. 
     In the darkness, the jungle queen's shapely form began to sway and 
falter. The amazon moaned and cried under the thick towel but the fumes 
were sapping her strength. Sheri hung onto the amazon's wide, shapely 
hips and thighs. Mimi held the heroine's arms behind her back and 
wrapped her legs around the blonde's abdomen. Cassandar continued to 
hold the towel in place, giving the jungle queen no quarter. The heroine's 
body soon slowed. It surged and convulsed as though Junglebroad was 
having some horrible dream. After a few moments, the heroine collapsed to 
the floor with a loud, low moan. 
    Sheri turned the lights back on and watched as Cassandra held the towel 
over the jungle woman's face. She lay dazed and sleepy on the carpet, 
sliding her legs slowly and groaning in futile resistance. The blonde's 
gyrations finally slowed, then came to a stop, her long leg sliding to the 
floor in defeat. Cassandra continued to hold the towel over Junglebroad's 
face, letting the woman soak up as much of the anesthetic as possible.
     "Quick! Get the towel cart. We've got our first super heroine!" 
Cassandra said with a laugh as she watched Junglebroad on the floor 
breath the fumes in slowly.
     *     *     *
     Antonio slept lightly. He lay on his bed, thinking about the receipt and 
how he had screwed things up. "Cassandra will get the receipt. If she 
wasn't such a sick hard ass bugging the crap out of me with each detail I 
would have remember. I'm wondering how much I could get for her." He 
thought dreaming of his lover being sold off. Watching her being trained to 
obey her new masters. Wondering what kind of slutty little vegetable she'd 
end up as after a year in some private harem. He then began to rub his 
hardened cock at the thought and unzipped his pants.
     Antonio was so into his little daydream, he had not noticed the air vent 
opening nor the sound of a bikini clad vixen slipping into his room or the 
movements she made as she poured the contents of a small bottle into a 
thick, gauze pad. He didn't notice, however, until Esha pounced on top of 
him and pressed the pad over his nose and mouth.
     The woman's body slamming onto his chest forced all the air out of his 
lungs and his automatic response to inhale was met with a thick wave of 
chloroform. His eyes burst open to see a beautiful blonde face wearing a 
mask. She was smiling at him while she continued to press the pad in 
place. 
     He tried to grab her but he already got a lung full too much of the ether. 
Esha grabbed his arm with her free hand and slid it under her knee to keep 
it in place. She then switched hands and did the same for his other arm.
     He thrust and struggled but the woman not only had him pinned but, he 
had sucked down too much of the anesthetic too fast. His eyes began to 
waver, then grow heavy. Then with a final sigh, his head rolled to one side 
and his body collapsed asleep.
     "Ooo, you are a wild one aren't you." Esha said leaving the gauze over 
his face and running her arms down his firm, muscular chest. "I'm going 
to enjoy this."
     *     *     *
     Junglebroad slowly started to wake. She was handcuffed to the same 
mat Whitney was cuffed to and lay the same way with her hands over her 
head and her feet spread apart. As soon as she started to groan, Mimi 
slapped a duct tape gag over her mouth.
    "My, aren't you regal." Cassandra said wearing a mask and filming 
every part of Junglebroad's fantastic, cheetah bikini clad body. "Just like a 
prize catch."
     Junglebroad began struggling and twisting, trying to free herself. This 
only made the show even more spectacular since the clients always liked 
girls with spirit. An American superheroine brought down to size was 
particularly entertaining. Cassandra continued to film Junglebroad for 
several minutes. She then snapped her fingers at Mimi and Sheri.
     The two girls came in from either side of Junglebroad and started to 
untie her bikini. The amazon began to shriek in horror as her bra and 
panties were removed to reveal two of the most fantastic breasts they had 
ever kidnapped.
    "Wow! Now those are a major show stopper!" Cassandra said nearly 
drooling as she brought the camera in close and filmed Junglebroad's 
shimmying, globular breasts. Mimi reached over and grabbed the amazon's 
right breast and began to slowly massage it.
     "One hundred percent natural. What a prize!" the young girl said 
enjoying the feel of the amazon's soft breast in her hand. All three girl's 
were getting pretty horny. The girls they normally kidnapped were 
attractive but not as spectacular as Junglebroad. They could see why her 
and her costumed friends were going to fetch so much more money.
     Cassandra stared down at Junglebroad's curvaceous, writhing body and 
she began to get wet herself. "We could do her right now and no one would 
know. That holier than thou bitch probably never get's it anyway. We'd be 
doing her a favor." Cassandra thought to herself justifying her sexual 
fantasy. She then shook her head and realized that damaged goods don't 
get sold.
     She walked up to Junglebroad who was quickly catching on to the three 
girls' intentions and patted the amazon on her full breast. "Sorry hon. We 
can't pop your cherry. That's for our clients." Cassandra laughed. 
Junglebroad's eyes burst open in shock and puzzlement.
    "What? Did you think we just wanted little teenagers and bimbos? 
You're grade A prime meat honey. This whole thing was set up to catch 
you and your three friends. You four are going to make me a lot of money." 
Cassandra explained leaning in over an angry, tricked Junglebroad.
     "Besides, you're super heroines. Nobody knows who you are and, since 
you don't have annoying family and friends to come search for you, you 
can disappear and nobody will know to come looking. You heroines are 
always slipping away into the darkness anyway." She continued. "Next 
stop you'll be sucking and fucking for the rest of your life." Cassandra 
laughed then waved at Mimi.
     "Triple the dose. We don't want our precious super cargo to wake up 
any time soon." Cassandra ordered.
     Mimi poured triple the amount of chloroform into the filter mask and 
pressed it over Junglebroad's face. The two girls slipped the mask in place 
and watched as the heroine was forced to breath in the fumes. Junglebroad 
was frantic, not only from her helpless condition but the fact that she was 
now the white slave. A superheroine reduced to nothing more than sex 
meat for some rich oil shiek or drug lord. 
     "Its not supposed to happen like this!" she thought as she got dizzier. 
The blonde's gyrations soon slowed then she collapsed into a deep, 
drugged sleep. The amazon was tied and her naked body was placed into a 
packing crate along side Whitney.
     "One down. Three to go."
     *     *     *
     Antonio was panting under his bandanna gag as Esha sat over him. She 
had pulled his pants to his ankles and nearly tore his shirt clean off. His 
hands were handcuffed over his head to the bed frame and his ankles 
cuffed together and to the base of the bed. Esha sat like a tiger over her 
prey, sitting on his stomach and running her gloved hands over his firm, 
muscular chest. 
     "Mmmmm, baby. You are NICE!" she said with a grin leaning over 
him and breathing heavily over his bare chest. She dipped then rose over 
his face letting the bare surface of her large breasts glide softly over his 
chest. She stared down at him, then brought her face close, placing her 
nose next to his and breathing heavily.
      "I bet you'd like to have me wouldn't you? I bet you'd like to fuck me." 
She said deeply sitting up and sliding back. She slid her wide, round hips 
back so her bare, bikini clad cheeks cupped his raging erection.
      She then slid down over his thighs so his crotch was in front of her. 
She grabbed his jock strap and, with a knife, she peeled it off, grinning like 
a bad girl. His huge cock stood instantly at attention and she stared at it for 
a long moment.
     "My, you are a healthy boy." She said running the knife blade 
dangerously close up his hard on. Antonio glared in horror, the thought of 
her slicing him racing through his mind. He didn't know who the hell this 
woman was but part of him was thinking this was either a girl he had sold 
or some girl's relative or friend seeking revenge. Damn, this woman was 
hot though. Definitely something he could sell.
     Esha put away the knife and leaned down over his cock. With her red 
lips, she blew softly on the head, teasing him with puffs of soft breathe. He 
was going nuts. What this woman was doing was erotic enough but he had 
an even more wild fantasy racing through his mind. He was expecting 
Cassandra and the girls to burst in any moment and catch this blonde 
bombshell. Then he'd see who gets fucked.
     The girls didn't seem to be showing however, and Antonio's cock raged 
harder by the second at the though of this blonde bombshell getting nailed. 
Esha slid her pursed mouth down his penis barely touching his skin with 
her lips. She then leaned over him, opened her mouth wide and brought 
her head down over him as low as she could go, letting his cock go into her 
mouth but not letting it touch her.
     At that moment, he slammed his hips upward but her weight on his 
thighs kept him pinned. "Oh, yes. you want me soooo bad don't you." 
The bombshell said softly staring up at him.
     Esha then arched like a stretching cat and grabbed his hips. She 
brought her mountainous cleavage close to his nearly bursting penis and 
lightly slid her breasts against it. She slid up and down for several minutes, 
just barely touching him and teasing and taunting him with her jelloey, 
huge breasts, her heavy breathing, her feminine scent and her heavy, 
sexual gaze.
      Suddenly she lunged over him. "WHERE'S YOUR KEYCARD!" she 
barked letting the tip of his penis touch her bikini covered crotch ever so 
lightly. Instinctively, like she counted on, Antonio looked over at a box on 
the dresser. She smiled at his quick glance and he rolled his eyes realizing 
what he had just done.
     "Thanks honey. That's just want I wanted." She said getting up and 
sashaying her round ass over to the dresser. She opened the box and 
grabbed the card.
     "Now, to leave you with a nice, parting gift." She said walking back 
over to him, criss crossing her bare legs.
     She sat down at the side of the bed and grabbed his bloated cock with 
her gloved hand. Like some little girl abusing a doll, Esha began wildly 
stroking his erection. She laughed and giggled, making very erotic "Ah's" 
and "Oh's" as Antonio struggled on the bed. She then started making 
moaning and cooing noises as though she were being stroked as well.
     This just sent Antonio into a tirade. He was delirious and out of control. 
Finally, with a series of firm, slow strokes, Esha forced Antonio to surge 
upward. She then let go just as his cock exploded like an erupting volcano. 
She stared down at the pumping organ, wetting her red lips and looking at 
him with a deep, sexual stare.
     "Oh, I so do love raping men. It must be so humiliating not being able 
to put that in me. I bet you want to fuck me hard now don't you?" she said 
leaning over his face. 
     As she teased him, she pulled out a smoky brown bottle from her bag. 
She cupped a thick, gauze pad and poured the bottle's contents into it, all 
the time staring at him with those big, blue eyes. He began to thrash his 
head violently as she brought the pad toward him but she grabbed him 
firmly. She pressed the pad over his mouth and waited patiently as he tried 
to not breath. 
     "Oh come now. This won't hurt. Just breath it in." she whispered. He 
couldn't hold his breathe any longer and sucked down a large lung full of 
the ether. She could feel him weakening and held the pad as his head 
started to wobble. Then his eyes grew heavy and his body relaxed. Finally, 
his eyes rolled up into his head and he slipped unconscious.
      "Very good. Now, to make sure you don't wake up and alert 
anyone.." Esha took out a filter mask and stuffed some cotton in it. She 
poured a light dose of chloroform in it and strapped it over his nose and 
mouth with the elastic strap. She then took out a roll of lip stick, wet her 
lips and kissed him on his forehead, leaving a big, feminine lip print. She 
then did the same thing to his penis, leaving a lip print there as well.
     "There, now whoever you're screwing will be thoroughly jealous." She 
laughed, collecting her things and heading back into the air duct. She 
tucked the keycard into her bikini bottom and started sliding toward the 
vault.
     *     *     *
     Lady Midnight walked along, following the blueprints she had recorded 
on her palm computer of the ship's layout. Power Venus and Hexana 
followed, keeping a sharp eye out.
     "Something must have happened to both Ms. Prescott and Junglebroad. 
Whitney's room is deserted and it looks like there was something signs of a 
struggle." Hexana said.
     "Plus the fact Junglebroad's been missing for the last four hours and 
hasn't reported in." Lady Midnight added. "You both have ship diagrams 
on your computers. Split up and start searching."
     "I'll head aft." Power Venus said heading down another corridor.
     "I'll check the upper decks and the bridge." Hexana added. "What are 
you going to do Lady Midnight?"
     "I have hunch. Whom ever kidnapped both Junglebroad and Ms. 
Prescott had to move the bodies unnoticed. This ship has an elaborate 
system of ducts. Our white slavers might be using them as a way to move 
their victims." Lady Midnight replied. "I'm going to check a junction a few 
decks down."
     The three heroines split up and Lady Midnight headed toward a vent 
junction near the vault. The ebony avenger followed the diagrams on her 
computer, watching the halls and trying to act inconspicuous. Of course, 
this was pretty hard for a leggy beautiful black woman with huge breasts, 
wearing a skin tight, one piece costume. Luckily, it was nearly three in the 
morning and the only people out were drunk passengers or pursers running 
drinks to cabins.
     As she headed down a quiet corridor that was half lined with piping, 
valves and ship hardware, she heard a distinct noise come from a grated 
vent panel on the wall. She immediately slipped into the shadows and 
waited.
     The panel swung open and a bag plopped out onto the carpet. Then the 
head of an ash blonde woman wearing a black mask popped out and looked 
about. The blonde slipped out of the vent and looked about some more. 
     "Hmmm.. Black bikini, mask, dressed like some wild stripper. This 
has got to be our white slaver or at least one of them." Lady Midnight 
thought.
     Like the athletic pro she was, the ebony heroine slipped down the hall 
and up behind Esha. With a Judo hold, she grabbed Esha's arm and 
slammed the shocked woman up against the bulkhead.
     "Ok, honey. Don't struggle and you won't get hurt." Lady Midnight 
said as she pulled out a pair of her Midnight cuffs.
     "Oh really. HIIIYAA!" Esha reeled and slammed the back of her head 
into Lady Midnight's face. The black woman let go of Esha's arm in 
instinctual reaction. Esha spun and sidekicked the heroine in the gut, 
sending her slamming up against the opposing wall.
     "Oh, baby! This is going to be fun!" Esha said grinning, looking at the 
beautiful, buxom black woman clutching her gut against the wall. Esha 
came at Lady Midnight with a raised fist.
     Lady Midnight, however, was a woman who has been in far worse 
fights. With blinding speed, she ripped off three snap round kicks straight 
to Esha's head before the blonde could even react. The heroine then 
jumped up and landed a spinning hook kick across the other side of Esha's 
masked face, sending the blonde sprawling to the hall floor.
     Esha got to her knees and staggered backward, holding up her fists as 
Lady Midnight confidently approached. "Don't make this hard on yourself. 
You're obviously out classed." The black woman said with an arrogant 
grin.
     "Oh yeah. I'm shaking!" Esha knew she was right but there was no way 
she was going to admit it. She swung at Lady Midnight with her best 
power punch. Lady Midnight easily ducked it and countered with a 
stomach ripping side kick. The heroine then grabbed Esha's arm and 
twisted it to force the blonde to stand. Lady Midnight sent three more rapid 
round kicks into Esha's pelvis. She then let go of the blonde, who 
immediately dropped to the floor panting and grimacing in pain.
     "Oh, what's this?" Lady Midnight said as her boot kicked a yellow card 
on the floor. Esha stared in shock as the heroine picked up the pass card 
and stuffed it in her costume. 
     "Like I said, you're out classed sweet cheeks. Now relax." Lady 
Midnight said firmly as she knelt down and once again produced a pair of 
her midnight cuffs.
     "You RELAX!" Esha screamed. Before the ebony woman could react, 
Esha pointed the palm of the hand at Lady Midnight's face. A stream of 
chloroform shot out from a duct in her glove and sprayed over the heroines 
mouth and nose.
     Lady Midnight immediately reared back and staggered, coughing and 
gasping from the fumes. Her vision was already getting blurry and she 
grabbed the wall to brace herself. Esha sprang up and sent a powerful kick 
straight between Lady Midnight's causing the heroine to leave the floor. 
The woman roared in pain then collapsed to her knees clutching her pelvis. 
Esha then cold cocked the heroine making the hallway echoed with a loud 
whack of bone and fist. Lady Midnight crumpled to the carpet in a ball, her 
cape nearly covering her like a blanket.
     "OUT OF MY LEAGUE EH!??" Esha said kicking Lady Midnight. 
"We'll see how you are after a nice little nap." She added pulling a bottle 
of chloroform and a pad from her bag.
     "Lady Midnight! Where are you??" cried out a voice from nearby.
     "Oh SHIT! Another one! I can't take on both of them." Esha muttered. 
She put her supplies away and threw the bag back into the air vent.
     "Now, just so you don't tell them where I went." Esha grabbed Lady 
Midnight by her cumberbun and pulled her head up. She brought her palm 
close to the black woman's head and sprayed a long, hefty dose of 
chloroform into the heroine's face. Lady Midnight gasped and moaned 
some more as the added dose sapped her. Esha shoved her to the floor and 
slipped into the vent and closed it. A few seconds later, Power Venus and 
Hexana both arrived.
     "Lady Midnight! Are you OK?" Power Venus said pulling the woman 
up and resting her in her arms.
      "Ughhh, where??" The chloroform had made Lady Midnight delirious 
and incoherent.
      "Good thing you pressed your alert button." Hexana said. "Whomever 
did this to you could have really did you in." The two women picked up 
Lady Midnight and carted her off back to their room.
     "Oh NO! I have GOT to get that keycard BACK!" Esha cursed staring 
out at the three women from the air vent.
     *     *     *
     "YOU BASTARD!" Screamed Cassandra, slapping Antonio across the 
face. The First Officer grabbed his pretty boy face in pain. 
     "What the fuck is your problem! Can't you see I was. was. 
assaulted!" he screamed back.
     "Oh yeah. Let me guess. She raped you right?" Cassandra said standing 
over him with her arms crossed.
     "Well. yeah." he stammered.
     "Who was she! Tell ME! Some slut from the crew? One of the guests! 
Maybe I'll make sure she ends up shipped off as WELL!" Cassandra blared 
as Antonio got up and started to get dressed.
     "No, she was wearing a costume and mask and she."
     "A costume?!" Cassandra interrupted putting up her hand. "It must 
have been one of the She-Legion."
     "What? No, I didn't recognize this one." he started to say.
     "Oh, it was probably one of them in a disguise. Hexana can cast spells 
and change her form. They must be on to us and used you to get at me." 
Cassandra thought, her anger quickly dissipating as her evil mind went to 
work. "Where's your keycard?"
     "The woman, she stole it." He said putting his shoes on. "I should have 
it canceled."
     "NO! Then they'll suspect us for sure! They must have both the receipt 
and the keycard. This makes it even more imperative that we nab them." 
Cassandra said.
     "Sheri, I want you to search around and keep tabs on those costumed 
bimbos. Let me know where they go." Cassandra ordered. Sheri 
immediately left and headed toward the heroines' deck.
     "What do you plan to do?" Antonio said.
     "We'll grab one of them and make her talk. If she won't tell us, we'll 
keep grabbing a girl till we find the card and the receipt. Those jewels will 
put us in the black for a long time and our foreign buyers can pawn them 
with ease. Now stick you dick back in your pants and get to the bridge! 
You're on duty!" Cassandra screamed.
     Antonio mumbled and staggered out of his room, toward the bridge. 
     *     *     *
     "I don't know who she was. She's apparently using the air vents to get 
around in." Lady Midnight stammered taking a sip of water.
     "Well, who ever she is, she's got to be working out of somewhere. She 
can't be alone. And where's she hiding the bodies." Hexana said 
massaging Lady Midnight's sore shoulders.
     "Its got to be one of the holds. There are dozens of them. I can't 
imagine they are visited much. She could tuck someone down there, 
especially if they were packed in a box or crate." Power Venus said.
     "You know, you should get some rest." Hexana said letting Lady 
Midnight lay back on the couch.
     "No, I'll be fine. That woman sprayed some sort of ether liquid in my 
face. Its wearing off." Replied the black woman.
     "I know, Power Venus and I will check out a few hunches while you go 
to that hair dresser spa place and get a good rub down. I hear they do 
wonders." Hexana said nudging Lady Midnight to go. "They can definitely 
work out the knots."
     "Maybe you're right. Power Venus, you should check out the holds. 
Hexana, maybe you should interview some of the crew. Try that first mate. 
He's a looker and I bet he would know anything going on onboard." Lady 
Midnight said getting up and heading for the door.
     *     *     *
     She was feeling nearly 100 percent better. Lady Midnight walked into 
the beauty saloon and sat down. She felt kind of guilty indulging herself 
but, since the only thing they had to worry about was some blonde woman 
in a bikini, she wasn't too ready to go crawling through miles of duct work 
to chase her. "Power Venus and Hexana can take care of themselves. Its 
only some trap blonde."
     "I'll be with you in a few moments." Yelled a voice from the back 
room. The young, red headed beautician finished folding the last of her 
linen and closed the large closet. She was unaware of the vent panel on the 
other side of the room that sat open.
     "HMMMBLLM!!!" The chloroform soaked pad clamped down over her 
mouth as a woman's arm grabbed the young girl firmly around her waist. 
The girl tried to scream but the pad was thick and it muffled her cries. 
     Out in the waiting room. Lady Midnight picked up the latest Cosmo 
and started to work the sex survey.
     Esha pinned the young girl against the wall and held the pad firmly. 
The girl's body started to soften, then sway. Finally, with a deep, heavy 
moan, the girl reeled back and sank into Esha's arms.
     "Nothing I like more than a sleeping girl." Esha whispered softly as she 
dragged the beautician's body toward another back room. Using duct tape, 
she taped the girl's hands behind her back and her ankles together. She 
then tape gagged the red head and hoisted her into a large towel cart. She 
then grabbed several towels and spread them over her body. "Sleep tight 
sweety."
     Esha then looked about. She smiled as she spied one of the beautician 
uniforms in a rack. "Nice. This should work just fine."
     Esha removed her mask, and gloves and slipped on the uniform which 
resembled a white, nurses outfit. The girls even had a nurse's style cap 
which Esha put on, wrapping her wave, blonde hair on top in a styled bun 
under the hat. She then soaked a pad with chloroform, put it in a zip lock 
bag and put that in the outfit's large pocket.
     Esha was a large woman and the outfit ran a bit higher on her than on 
the usual girls. The skirt came only to the upper part of her thighs leaving 
most of her long legs fully exposed. "I look like nurse Bimbo." Esha joked 
grabbing the young red head's glasses and putting them on.
     Esha sauntered out into the salon carrying several towels and various 
beauty aids. "I assume you're next." She said in a deep, almost snotty 
voice.
    "Oh, yes. Thanks. I was wondering if I can get a massage?" Lady 
Midnight said. Esha nearly laughed thinking this woman had no idea who 
she was.
     "Massage. hmmmm. You need more than a massage deary." Esha 
said in the same tone walking around Lady Midnight, pulling up her cape 
and checking out the goods. "Do you ever use any skin creams? You could 
do with a skin peal and maybe a bikini wax."
     "Um. no." Lady Midnight said coldly getting a bit angry with the 
woman's attitude. "Just a massage will do fine."
     "Very well, please disrobe and put on this towel." Esha said handing 
the woman a towel. Lady Midnight went into one of the changing rooms 
and, in a few moments came out naked and wrapped in the towel. She still 
wore her mask, however.
     "You'll have to remove the mask. That just won't do." Esha said 
readying the massage table.
     "Oh, I can't. I have to leave it on." Lady Midnight replied dropping the 
towel and climbing on the table on her stomach. Esha stopped for a 
moment and gazed. "Wow! What a body! Nice breasts!" she thought 
watching the amazon heroine get on the table.
     "Indeed, with dry skin like that." Esha whispered. Lady Midnight 
looked up and sneered at the comment. "Ok, this woman is definitely a 
class A bitch." She thought.
     Esha set to work massaging the black woman's smooth, gleaming 
muscular body. Her skin was so soft and warm. Esha kneaded her muscles 
slowly, getting a bit excited at the feel of the other woman. Lady 
Midnight's ass was that of a typical black woman's, perking plump and so 
round. It shimmied slightly as Esha karate chopped her back and the whole 
experience was turning the blonde on.
     "Hmm. a little chloroform. I lock the door. This could work out." 
Esha thought reaching into her pocket for the pad.
     "Let me ask." Lady Midnight said turning to face Esha. The thief 
immediately pulled her hand from her pocket and resumed massaging the 
heroine. ". have you noticed anything strange on board lately?"
    "Strange, oh you mean you and your friends walking around in 
Halloween costumes kind of strange?" Esha said with a dry tone.
     "No, I mean.. well, I'm looking for a woman."
     "Aren't we all." Esha replied putting her hand on Lady Midnight's 
bare ass.
     "NO!.. ehem. NO, I mean I'm looking for a woman in a black 
bikini, very well built, very large breasts. You can't miss her." Lady 
Midnight replied feeling a bit odd that this beautician might be some kind 
of whacko lesbian.
     "Hmm. only in my dreams. Why do you ask?" Esha said waiting for 
Lady Midnight to turn her head or close her eyes or just shut up.
     "Oh nothing. She's some two bit purse snatcher, that's all. Probably 
some whore who snuck on board at the last stop."
     Esha gritted her teeth and dug her fingers into Lady Midnight's back.
     "OUCH! Watch IT!" the heroine yelped.
     "Oh, I'm so sorry. You are so tense. I'm just trying to loosen up those 
muscles." Esha replied looking about the room and not knowing how long 
she could or wanted to keep this up. Then she spied a hot box for towels 
across the room.
     "I have an idea. A good hot towel facial is just the thing for tense 
nerves. Why don't you roll over and I'll be right back." Esha said going to 
get a steaming towel.
     "That actually sounds good." Lady Midnight thought rolling on her 
back and stretching. Esha opened the hot steamer and picked up a towel 
with some prongs. "I cover her face then its lights out and I get that pass 
key." Esha thought grinning at the naked woman on the table.
     Esha walked over and draped the towel over Lady Midnight's face. The 
black woman jerked and twisted a bit as Esha haphazardly laid it over her 
sensitive skin. "Its hot honey, just let it soak in." the blonde said enjoying 
watching the woman writhe on the table.
    Lady Midnight soon became used to the heat and relaxed, letting her 
arms to her side. Esha stood for a long moment, gaping and admiring the 
buxom black woman's naked, powerful body. Those breasts were so plump 
and full. She began to imagine rubbing her own chest over them and 
melding her soft flesh with this awesome woman's body.
    She then shook her head and pulled out the chloroform soaked pad. 
"Just relax and all your worries will be..." CLANG!
     Esha stopped cold hearing the sound of something metal hit the floor in 
the back room. "Did I use enough chloroform on that girl? Did she wake 
up? I've got to deal with her first." Esha thought repocketing the pad.
     "I'll be right back. Just breath deeply and let the heat do its work." She 
said heading for the back room. Lady Midnight nodded and sighed.
     "God damn nuisances! If its not one thing its."
     MMMMMMMBBLMMM!!!
     Just as Esha entered the back room, the door was pushed shut and a 
hand, holding a cotton pad clamped over her mouth. At the same time, a 
young girl grabbed the thief's legs and held them tight.
     Esha gyrated and struggled but the woman behind her had the pad held 
firmly and her arm around her waist. Esha then panicked as yet another 
girl rushed in and grabbed her flailing arms.
     The four struggled with the three girls almost picking up the larger 
blonde. They pulled her toward the back room, Esha bucking and moaning 
all the way. Esha was too busy struggling and breathing hard to realize that 
the cotton was soaked with chloroform. She had sucked down a lot of the 
ether before she realized what they were doing. 
     Esha started to sway. Like some wild beast being brought down by a 
pack of wild cats, Esha lurched and gyrated more loosely as the anesthetic 
drained her will. Her eyes were growing heavy and her ears began to buzz. 
Her head rolled and jerked as she tried to stay awake but the three women 
had her too well. The girl grabbing her bare legs finally pulled them out 
from the amazon blonde and Esha went to the floor. 
     Still holding the pad over the blonde's mouth, Sheri grabbed some duct 
tape and started taping the woman's hands behind her. Mimi did the same, 
wrapping coils of tape around Esha's long, curvaceous legs.
     Esha's eyes soon grew heavy and dull. They rolled up into her head and 
slowly closed. Cassandra held the pad over the bigger woman's face until 
she was breathing deep and full.
     "Wow, I didn't know she worked here?" Sheri said finishing binding 
Esha's hands. "She ain't half bad."
      "No, not bad at all." Cassandra said. She rolled Esha on her back and 
pulled open the nurse's outfit. "Now that is a body!" she said staring down 
at Esha's huge breasts and her black bikini clad form.
     "What do you think? Will anyone miss her?" Mimi asked.
     "I've never seen her before so she probably stays tucked away down 
here. We'll have to come back and get her after we nail Lady Monster tits 
outside." Cassandra said peeling off some duct tape and taping Esha's 
mouth shut. "For now, throw her in that laundry cart."
     The two young girls complied unaware that the real beautician was still 
sleeping soundly at the bottom. They tossed Esha in the cart and covered 
up her sleeping form with towels then headed for the front room.
     "Now, be ready to jump her." Cassandra whispered.
     The three women calmly came out of the back room and walked up to 
Lady Midnight, who still lay on her back with the heated towel over her 
face. Cassandra smiled and motioned to the two girls to get on Lady 
Midnight's other side and at her feet.
     Cassandra opened a smoky brown bottle and held it over Lady 
Midnight's towel covered face. She slowly poured the ether into the towel 
where the black woman's nose and mouth were. Apparently, Lady 
Midnight was in a light sleep anyway and was deeply breathing as the 
bottle was emptied.
     For a long moment, nothing happened. Then Lady Midnight groaned 
softly. Her legs began to slide back and forth and her arms waffled about 
slightly. She rocked her head slowly and moaned. She then tried to sit up. 
Her head swayed and spiraled, then she slipped back and slumped onto the 
table moaning some more. She was like someone trying to wake up from a 
bad nightmare. Those long, smooth, black legs slid and twisted slowly as 
the woman breathed in more of the fumes.
     Cassandra, Mimi and Sheri then grabbed her arms and legs and held 
the heroine down. Cassandra placed her hand over Lady Midnight's mouth 
to keep the towel in place and all three women pinned the heroine, forcing 
her to suck down an endless supply of the fumes.
     Lady Midnight finally shuddered and tried to sit up once more. Her 
head swayed and rolled and she fell back with a thump. Her body collapsed 
and she began to breath slow and deep.
     Cassandra removed the towel and the three women stared down at Lady 
Midnight's chloroformed, naked body. 
     "Two down, two to go." Cassandra said with an evil grin.

End of Part 1