Warning faithful reader! The following tale contains graphic scenes not intended for the very young or the pure of heart! Proceed at your own caution!

 
Born to Aztec royalty, Xochitl Moctezuma was made immortal by the feathered serpent god Quetzalcoati. Over the centuries her unparalleled beauty, strength and indomitable spirit have remained constant as well as her fierce determination to fight injustice whenever possible.

Currently she resides in the seaside capital city of San Tropico, where she has assumed the identity of Gabriella Luna, an eager and ambitious employee of The Journal, a weekly Internet news magazine specializing in uncovering local scandals.

 As the personal research assistant to the publisher of The Journal, Alex Trevino, Gabriella is able to obtain the most up to date news and information on the dealings of San Tropico’s underworld element, notorious for drug trafficking, kidnappings, extortion and high profile robberies.

So when the moon rises in the night sky over the city, Gabriella transforms into the exotic damsel, Lady Azteca, who uses her ancient powers of magic to defeat those who would harm the innocent.

And so our tale begins…
 
 

Gabriella Luna stared at her personal home computer from behind her stylish glasses. Splashed on the latest news web page of The Journal was a picture of a man named Victor Salazar, a reclusive billionaire who was considered one of the wealthiest men in the world. His biography mentioned his hobby of collecting ancient artifacts, in particular, items that supposedly contained supernatural powers. The expose revealed details that Salazar was behind the recent theft of a centuries old artifact from a private collection. It was the sort of thing Salazar had been accused of in the past according to the ongoing investigations of the magazine. What items some refused to sell to Salazar he simply had stolen. But Salazar’s high-priced firm of slick lawyers always seemed to keep him immune from prosecution. It was rumored but never proven that he had those in the upper echelons of the courts and law enforcement in his back pocket as well.

A confrontation with Salazar was inevitable. Gabriella decided it was time to settle the matter once and for all. However it was next to impossible for any normal person to get close to him. And it would be no use approaching him in her current guise as a strong-willed career woman who worked for the news website that was intent on exposing him as the thief she knew he was. Therefore stronger measures were needed in this particular situation.

Gabriella stood in the middle of her bedroom and prepared herself with meditation by posing erect with her legs pressed together. Her hands were placed palm to palm with fingers pointing up and elbows straight out. While she took a series of deep breaths, Gabriella tuned her mind and body like an instrument. After a moment, a jewel embedded in the silver ring on her right hand began to glisten. Within seconds there was a soft glow that enveloped her entire body. Her glasses shimmered and contorted, their shape phasing and moving up to her forehead where it expanded and changed, spreading up and outward in a spray of colors until they finished their transformation into the feathered headdress of an Aztec princess.

Her clothing began to do the same. The top she wore shimmered into a sheer white sleeveless tunic made of the finest silk and embroidered at the edges with gold thread. It folded across her torso and fit so that her ample cleavage was accentuated. Her skirt morphed into a short waist coverlet in the same silk material as the tunic along with high-cut panties underneath. The hem was cut at the mid-thigh of her long sensuous legs. On her feet she now wore calf-high boots made of the softest white rabbit fur, which laced up the back with leather strings. The watch on her left wrist and the thin chain bracelet on her right grew in thickness until they became thick metal bands that reached up to the middle of her forearm.

On her waist there magically appeared a sash with a small pouch attached. Both of these items were the most scared part of her dress, especially the embroidered sash. It had been handed down to her from her father, Moctezuma the second, and with it the bewitching powers that the heroine used against her evil opponents. The soft leather pouch contained totems of magic that enhanced her powers to fight evil such as the jaguar tooth that helped her climb with the agility of its namesake. Without the sash and pouch around her waist, Lady Azteca was as mortal as any other woman. With them she was virtually invincible with powers of self-healing.

The final phase of her incredible transformation was the multi-colored feathers that seem to cascade from the back of her shoulders until they spread into a spectacular cloak of colors. The halo around her body grew in brightness and then dimmed just as quickly. Aztec markings at the edge of her eyebrows and a deep purple coloring on her eyelids masked her alternate identity of Gabriella Luna, whose brown eyes were now a deep azure in color. It was as if a completely different woman had emerged from the startling transfiguration. She stood proud with a determined expression on her face.

The Azteca Princess was ready to travel the night.
 

*****
 

Lady Azteca glided across the night sky along the coastline of San Tropico under the canopy of her feathered cloak and she was awed by the spectacular view of the skyline and ocean. The beauty of her adopted home never ceased to amaze her and made her homesick for the lost civilization of her childhood, the great city Tenochtitlan.

With just over a million and a half in population, the metropolitan city of San Tropico was known for its pristine white beaches, crystal waters and an infinite wealth of culture. The immaculate resort hotels and high-class casinos that stretch for miles along the beaches reflected on the surface of the waters at night like jewels. But there was an underlying sense of danger here. Like the ocean waters where playful dolphins leapt in the bright sun while sharks cruised the depths below, San Tropico had its own dark predators crawling under the cityscape, always greedy to feed on the innocent.

As she neared Salazar’s massive compound at the summit of a steep cliff, Lady Azteca began to descend in a slow arc. She noted that the estate was designed in the style of a Spanish castle with multiple structures, nearly the size of a small college campus, and surrounded by high walls. She knew that a home owned by a multi-billionaire would be well guarded against any breach of security, so she had to be extra cautious.

As she lit atop the north wall and crouched low, she watched and waited. Just inside the heavy iron gate, a security guard patrolled the manicured grounds with a Doberman. A quick survey of the area revealed more guards positioned in strategic locations. Lady Azteca watched the guard and the dog from the shadows until they disappeared around the corner.

I’d better hurry and get inside before he comes back.

She used her phantom stealth to gain access to the rear of the main house through a set of glass doors. A brilliant flash blinded the heroine for a moment and then she felt a tingling sensation throughout her entire body. When her pupils returned to normal and her vision cleared, Lady Azteca was startled to realize that her body had suddenly ceased to respond to her own natural impulses.

“What demon has done this to me?” Lady Azteca asked aloud. Besides still being able to speak, the only other actions she seemed capable of were breathing and blinking her eyes. She never noticed the figure watching from a dark alcove.

“Oh, you really don’t believe I am a demon, do you, Lady Azteca?”

The question came from Victor Salazar, a handsome, well-dressed man with thick wavy hair, and a spark in his dark brown eyes. He was dressed in a dark red smoking jacket, silk pajama pants and Italian-made slippers. He stepped out of the shadows to stand smiling before the heroine, clearly pleased that his plan had finally come to fruition after months in the planning.

To Gabriella, he looked even more smug than the picture on the website. Her azure eyes narrowed into a withering stare. Unable to move an inch to get to any of her tools of fighting evil, the heroine felt more vulnerable than she’d ever been in her life.

“Victor Salazar. I should have known.”

“You cannot blame me for protecting myself from intruders can you, Lady Azteca?” Salazar said as he allowed his eyes to skim over her body in a leering manner. “I must say you are much more beautiful in person than I ever imagined.”

“Your empty words don’t flatter me,” the heroine informed him. “You would do better to release me from… whatever it is you’ve done to me.”

Salazar laughed. “Oh yes, I suppose you are wondering how I did that. Well, let me enlighten you… you have been paralyzed by a Siberian ice totem. I…borrowed it... from a fellow collector of antiquities.”

“You mean you stole it from a fellow collector…”

“Well, yes, if you want to be precise about it. You see, when I found out what it was capable of, I simply had to have it. I would explain how it works, but I doubt if your inferior female mind would comprehend it. Suffice to say I knew it was the only thing capable of… how shall I put this…stopping you cold.”

Lady Azteca snorted at Salazar’s weak attempt at humor. “And now that you’ve stopped me cold, I suppose now you’ll find it easy to take advantage of my situation.”

“Why Lady Azteca, you wound me!” Salazar mocked the heroine. “Only a real scoundrel would take advantage of such beautiful and voluptuous woman as you. Unfortunately for you, I am such a scoundrel.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Lady Azteca sighed.

Salazar stepped closer and held up a handful of buckled straps and a ball gag. “And now it’s time we begin the traditional damsel in distress scenario...”

As if this could not be any worse, Lady Azteca thought. Her heart raced at the thought of being trussed up and gagged by this lunatic. She was desperate to put it off as long as possible. If there was thing she hated more than anything, it was being tied up and gagged. “Tell me, why do you need those when you already have me paralyzed?”

“Because, dear girl, the paralysis is only a temporary measure. I need to make certain you are properly restrained when you come out of it,” Salazar explained. Then he uttered a chuckle. “I must tell you that I have a dark vice for restraining beautiful women, so I hope you’ll understand if I overdo it a bit. I insist on strict bondage.”

Lady Azteca wanted desperately to respond, but her next words were frozen in her throat when Salazar promptly crammed a large black rubber ball in her mouth and strapped it in place with an extra tight cinch of the buckle.

“NNNNMMMPPPHHH!” Lady Azteca mumbled furiously when she felt the bite of the straps in her cheeks. Her body flinched in panic when Salazar began repositioning her arms behind her. He used a pair of straps to bind her limbs just above the elbows and also at the wrists, cinching the restraints extra securely so that her shoulders ached from the strain. Then he added another pair to her legs, one right above her knees and the other tight around her ankles. She had to remain perfectly still and balanced to keep from toppling over. Remaining still was the easy part since she was paralyzed, but keeping her balance would be impossible since she couldn’t adjust for any sudden shift in weight. All she could do was hope Salazar would catch her if she started to tip over. Suddenly there was an odd pulse that she felt through her body from head to toe. Gabriella realized she had been released from her paralysis.

How could I have fallen into his trap so easily? Lady Azteca wondered. Her self-doubts were quickly distracted when she felt a stinging slap on her rear. Salazar had swatted her with the open palm of his hand. She bit down angrily into the rubber ball in her mouth while her nostrils flared when she felt him clench her firm cheek and then pat her appreciatively.

“Superb,” Salazar complimented the heroine. Then, without warning, he held up the hem of her waist skirt and jabbed her in the rump with a syringe, then calmly swabbed the tiny pinprick with an alcohol swab. He explained to the shaken heroine, “This cocktail of psychotropic chemicals will make you more vulnerable to the unique conditioning I have in store for you.”

The hallucinogens worked quickly in Lady Azteca’s current state. Like a fever dream, the heroine felt her will ebb away as colorful swirls and patterns undulated before her eyes. She sighed sleepily when her captor stood before her and began massaging her shoulders, pushing his fingers gently into the muscles in the back of her neck. Eventually the heroine relaxed into a deep dream state.

“You should be profoundly honored to be tamed by a genius such as me,” he spoke in a soothing tone. “Listen to my voice, Lady Azteca. Your defiant attitude and feelings of superiority are slowly beginning to fade away. Your only desire will be to serve me, Victor Salazar. You are meant only to please…you will be obedient… and docile…”

The heroine was utterly helpless against Salazar’s technological and chemical forces working in tandem against her. She could only feel herself nod in agreement with his suggestions.

How is this happening? I can’t…resist him… Lady Azteca thought. And she could not get over the overwhelming feelings of arousal suddenly building inside her.

Her body temperature rose when Salazar’s hands moved from her shoulders down her arms until they reached for her torso to peel open the sheer silk bodice of her Aztec Princess costume to expose her ample breasts. Gooseflesh covered her creamy brown skin when she felt Salazar’s warm hands cradle her large, ripe breasts, cupping them firmly as if to test their buoyancy. She uttered a gasp when his fingers deliberately pinched and tweaked her nipples to bring them to full hardness. Meanwhile the hallucinogenic imagery continued flashing messages of arousal and obedience deep into Lady Azteca's mind.

“Incredible,” Salazar told her. “You have no idea how I have longed for this moment, Lady Azteca. To gaze upon your feminine treasures…to touch them…”

Lady Azteca was outraged by his perverted audacity. How dare this mortal lay his hands on me! I am practically a Goddess. But his hands… are so…aaaaaaaaah! The Aztec Princess sighed from a sudden onrush of intense ecstasy. She couldn’t help but fall back and relax into his arms as her head lolled from side to side. Her body felt as if it were made entirely of melted butter.

Salazar noticed the beautiful heroine’s arousal and smiled wickedly while he inhaled the scent of her hair and perfume. He paused his molestations long enough to reach for her waist and slowly untie her belt sash.

No, not that! I’m helpless without it! Pray that he does not know its secrets!

Salazar studied the sash for a few moments and then wrapped it around Lady Azteca’s neck. The heroine flinched in panic when he tightened it gently like a noose. Quetzalcoati! Am I going to be strangled with my own sash?

Her question was answered when Salazar began telling her, “I have to admit that I have been infatuated with you for quite some time now, Lady Azteca. I have used my vast wealth and unlimited resources to study you. And in my obsession for any piece of information about you from news archives, witness accounts, police records and any other source I could find, I discovered something quite peculiar about your sash. All the evidence seemed to point to the fact that it contained some power that could be used to compel criminals to obey your every command. Or used like a truth serum to obtain confessions of past crimes. Now if all this about your sacred belt is true, I could not find any reason why it would not work against you.”

Lady Azteca uttered a whimper of despair. She knew that Salazar’s words were true. The last of her self-control seemed to crumble away due that realization. The sash, Salazar’s devious manipulations and the lingering effects of the psychotropic drugs all worked in tandem to break Lady Azteca’s will.

“I own you, Lady Azteca. You are now the personal property of Victor Salazar. And from this moment forward, you will obey every command I give you without question. Your single loyalty will be only to me, your new Master. Do you understand?”

With her mind in a haze and her mouth stuffed with the huge ball gag, all Lady Azteca could do was nod affirmatively.

“And now for your very first test…I want you to kneel before me…”

Gabriella felt a slight tug from the sash around her neck like a leash. Her mind struggled to resist, but she could only manage a brief hesitation before she dutifully complied with Salazar’s order. She knelt with difficulty due to the tight straps on her legs and ankles and then shifted to rest on her hip, using her bound hands to keep herself propped up.

Salazar rolled his eyes and shook his head in disappointment. “No, no, no, no… Not like that, you fool…on your knees and keep your back erect in a proper slave posture.”

In a daze at what was happening to her, Lady Azteca’s face was etched with confusion. Compelled to obey, she promptly re-positioned herself on her knees and straightened her back in a strict posture. She turned her face up to fix her eyes on Salazar like an obedient pet seeking approval. Salazar was so pleased with her quick response that he decided to remove the stifling ball gag from the heroine’s mouth.

“I want to ask you a few questions before I begin your training,” Salazar told her. “First I need to know something. Are you a virgin?”

Gabriella hesitated to speak until Salazar reminded her, “Remember, your sash compels you to tell me the truth.”

“Yes,” Lady Azteca answered breathlessly.

“Now for my next question. You are not always Lady Azteca, are you?”

“No.”

“Who are you when you are not an Aztec Princess?”

Even with the control of her will, Lady Azteca fought against revealing her alternate identity. Her brow was wrinkled from distress.

“Come now, Lady Azteca. You must answer.”

“I am… Gabriella… Luna…” she whimpered.

“And what is your occupation?”

“I am a research assistant," she answered, trying to reveal as little as possible. She hoped this would be the end of his probing.

“And who do you work for?”

The heroine moaned from the strain of trying to resist giving up the information.

“Alex…Trevino…”

Salazar raised an eyebrow and grinned. “Alex Trevino? The same Alex Trevino who puts out that insipid little website The Journal?”

Lady Azteca bowed her head in defeat and whispered, “Yes.” Now Salazar would know her true motives.

Salazar laughed. “Oh, this is special. He sent you to dig up more dirt on me?”

“He…does not know I am Lady Azteca…”

“Hmmm.” Salazar grazed her cheek affectionately with the back of his fingers as his mind churned with the revealing information he had just extracted. He went on to ask her more details of her origin until he discovered all he wanted to know about her. Gabriella had no choice but to reveal every intimate detail of both her identities. When it was all said and done, Salazar remarked with satisfaction, “Very good, Lady Azteca. I am very pleased with your training so far. I should tell that I am one who in believes in reward and punishment conditioning. So I will grant you the honor of pleasuring me with a sexual favor. What do you think of my generosity, pet?”

Gabriella had fully intended to snap at Salazar, “I think you’re a demented fiend,” but instead, she was startled to hear herself say instead, “Please, Master, allow me to pleasure you... with my mouth.”

Salazar snorted derisively at the heroine's sudden change in expression. “Ah, you’re responding to the conditioning more quickly than I had anticipated. By now you are starting to realize that you have a healthy obsession with male genitalia. In fact, you have an instinctive urge to swallow semen. Before long, it will become an insatiable thirst. There will be no limit to the lengths you will go to have it. It will always be a part of who you are as long as you are under my control.”

His words struck Lady Azteca to the soul. But despite that humiliating realization, she found herself licking her lips in anticipation of stimulating his manhood. She was startled to realize that she was indeed eager to taste and swallow his male fluids.

“As I said before, you now have the honor of pleasuring me. Assume a kneeling position before me,” Salazar told her, crossing his arms over his chest.

For Lady Azteca, this was the ultimate humiliation…to bow before a man. But still she couldn’t deny the fact that it was extremely arousing. Unable to resist the urge any longer, she scooted on her knees with excruciating difficulty to position herself before Salazar like a begging animal.

Salazar forced the heroine to wait impatiently for a full minute while he took his sweet time to savor the victory over her. After months of planning, he had tamed the untamable. Finally he loosened the cord in the waistband of his silk pajama pants and brought out his swelling erection to dangle it before her like some prize.

His manhood is incredible to behold. I can’t…take my eyes off of it…I need to… taste it…Lady Azteca sighed. She looked up at Salazar with a demure expression, and darted her tongue out to flick the swollen head of her Master’s penis.

“Yes, that’s it…now slather it with your tongue…aaaaaahh…make sure it’s completely wet…ummmm…yes…very good…and now each testicle…tongue them well, Lady Azteca…yessss…aaaaaahh…like that… And now take it all in your mouth,” Salazar hissed. He was clearly savoring this long-awaited experience of conquering the stunningly beautiful heroine.

Stretching her sensuous lips wide around Salazar’s cock, Gabriella took its length inside her warm mouth. Her soft cheeks drew in tight as she suckled the head and then as much of the organ as she could. The more she tasted of him, the more aroused she became. It feels and tastes so wonderful in my mouth. I can’t get enough of it! Lady Azteca thought as she relished this degrading act that she never would have performed in her right mind.

Still clenching the sash around her throat and sighing at the delicious sensations of the heroine’s warm lips and tongue, Salazar gathered the heroine’s silken hair in a fist and pulled her face down on his groin while he thrust his shaft viciously into her mouth.

“MMMMMBLLLMMMFFF!” Lady Azteca mumbled and gagged as the head of his prick repeatedly struck the back of her throat. “UNNNNGGGGG! MMMBBBLMM!”

Despite Lady Azteca’s obvious struggle to handle his size, Salazar refused to hold back his assault on the heroine's orifice. He took perverse pleasure in ravishing her mouth to his heart’s content. After all, he thought, what else was a woman’s mouth good for?

The heroine had no choice but to intensify her oral pleasuring. More and more she felt the dizzying ecstasy of a building orgasm inside her. She was aching to use her hand to reach down between her thighs to clench her tingling sex. But despite her hands being bound and unable to touch herself, she quickly became overwhelmed in a shuddering spasm of multiple climaxes after only one minute.

Salazar sensed her orgasm. Highly aroused, he unloaded in Lady Azteca’s mouth with a long grunt, spraying directly down her throat and then pulling out to make sure she captured every drop with her tongue. Despite all his wealth and power, it was seeing the Aztec Princess on her knees before him that made all of that seem insignificant.

Never in her centuries old existence had Lady Azteca ever debased herself before a man like this, but the astounding orgasm she had just experienced overshadowed all of that. She gasped between labored breaths.  “Did I… please you?”

“That was barely adequate, whore,” Salazar sneered in reply. “It looks like we have our work cut out for us. We’ll have to do it over and over again until you get it right.”

“Thank the god Quetzalcoati!” Lady Azteca thought. The idea of submitting to Victor Salazar was deeply embedded in her consciousness now. She was feeling aroused and more eager than ever to serve him.

With soothing hypnotic words, Salazar seized Lady Azteca’s thoughts again to instill more detailed commands into her subconscious. “Once you leave here, you will return to your normal routine. But until I summon you again, you will have no recollection of our time together. I will use the following phrase when I contact you: “Cavalier Devil.” You will respond then by doing exactly what I tell you.

Now repeat the phrase after me, Lady Azteca…“Cavalier Devil.”

“Cavalier Devil…” Lady Azteca whispered in response.

“Very good. Now hear me well, my tamed slave. While you are out and about during your normal day-to-day routines, you will submit to any man or woman who calls you “bitch.” You will recognize him or her as your Master. If it is a man who takes you, you will allow him to do anything he wishes except for one thing. He will not under any circumstances penetrate your sex and impregnate you. There is a very important reason for this and I will explain it in good time.

Now listen very carefully to this particular command, Lady Azteca. After one hour has passed without you hearing the word “bitch”, you will be free to return to normal again…with your will intact. Is that understood?”

The heroine nodded, delirious with confusion coupled with humiliation.

“Speak up…bitch. Do you understand me?”

The dazed heroine gasped and quickly answered, “Yes, I understand, sir!”

“Hmmm. I’m not so sure about that. Maybe we should retire to my bedroom for the rest of the evening,” Salazar sneered while he removed the straps on Lady Azteca’s legs and placed a pair of silver cuffs on her ankles that would only allow her to take small stutter steps. “I believe an intense training session is necessary to ensure your complete obedience.”

With that, Salazar tugged Lady Azteca by the sash around her neck toward the stairs leading up to his spacious master bedroom. He had a brand new shipment of bondage equipment from Austria that he was eager to try out on his new toy.
 

*****

Gabriella was in pure agony. She had never before found herself in such dire circumstances. Despite the fact that she had centuries of intense physical training, the lessons could never have prepared her for her current state. Apparently after her captor rendered her unconscious, she was placed in an insidious vertical bondage position. Her arms were posed above and behind her head and then bound together at the wrists as well as the elbows. Her shoulders felt that they were being pulled out of their sockets, but that was nothing compared to the fact that one of her shapely legs had been pulled back and up, bent at the knee and trussed at the ankle so that her left foot was connected to her snug wrist restraints. Meanwhile her right foot was still touching the hard floor, strenuously balanced on the ball of her foot in a muscle-wrenching ballet like pose.

She was even more distressed to find that he had taken it upon himself to remove her feathered cloak, headdress, boots, sash and costume before he tied her up. She had awoken to find herself in some spacious empty room chilled and vulnerable with her body chilled by the air of some secret labyrinth. The final humiliating touch was a crotch rope that had been pulled and cinched tight between her legs. It burrowed into the folds of her most sensitive area. What was so maddening and frustrating was that she could not inform her captor how much she detested being put in such a degrading and painful position for so long. Perhaps symbolic, a white satin scarf had been used to cleave gag the twitching heroine, and it dug into her soft cheeks and forced her lips tight. To fully realize his “living art” sculpture, he had tied a white satin ribbon to the end of Lady Azteca’s ebony hair and pulled it back to attach to her upended left ankle and bound wrists. She was now posed elegantly with her face angled upward.
 
“Yes, what an incredible work of art you are, Lady Azteca!” he said with an appreciative grin. He rubbed his palm along the small of her arched back and told her, “Your curves are very impressive. Now let us see how impressive your strength and flexibility are.”

The rope holding her upright had been looped through a ceiling mounted pulley and then wound around the spool of a winch. The captor cranked the winch handle to stretch the rope up a bit more. Lady Azteca winced and groaned as she was forced up onto the tiptoe of her right foot. When he was satisfied that the heroine was sufficiently uncomfortable and in pain, he stood back with his arms crossed. “Perhaps you are ready to tell me what I need to know?”

Lady Azteca made no response, not that she could have if she wanted to since her mouth was securely gagged. He reached over and gingerly removed the satin scarf from between her lips. Lady Azteca gasped with relief once it was removed, but it hardly made up for the excruciating bondage she still had to endure. Her toes felt as if they were about to break.

“Tell me what you know now,” he said, “And I promise you will die quickly.”

“I never negotiate,” Lady Azteca said between pained grunts and pants. Her leg muscles were beginning to experience excruciating cramps.

“Why would you refuse to talk?” he asked. “Ah, well. So be it. In a way, I am delighted that you are refusing to tell me what I wish to know. It gives me the distinct pleasure of torturing your exquisite body.”

“Curse you to damnation!” Lady Azteca snapped with outrage and perhaps to hide her fear.

His eyes narrowed like a predator. He suddenly reached up with one hand and clamped it around Lady Azteca’s slender throat, cutting off her air. As the heroine choked and gagged for air, he snarled, “You will hold that sharp tongue, Princess. Do you understand?”

Gabriella could only wheeze in response. He released her to gasp for precious oxygen. He seemed to take pleasure in watching her choke and gag. It seemed to her that she had meddled once too often in his affairs and now he had the upper hand at last and nothing would prevent him from exacting his vicious revenge on her. She knew he was going to enjoy abusing every inch of her young body. From the first time she encountered him, she knew he had been eager to snare the elusive heroine, wanting desperately to snare her, but time and time again, she eluded him and foiled his nefarious plans. Now here she was in his clutches at last. She did not disappoint him one bit now that he was able to get a more intimate look at her incredible features, her flawless face with elegant cheekbones, full sensual lips, pointed chin, and stunning azure eyes. Her complexion was one that came only with unblemished youth. What he seemed to admire most about her voluptuous body was her ample breasts. He obviously enjoyed the way her nipples protruded, chilled to full erection by the cold air in this room.

“Do you know how long I have dreamed of this moment?” he asked her. He reached up and placed both of his palms on Lady Azteca’s firm breasts. He gripped them hard and then slowly began to knead and massage them. “To finally obtain you?”

Gabriella squirmed and cringed from his disgusting touch. Her eyebrows furrowed angrily over her icy stare. Without responding in words, the defiant heroine wanted to let her captor know exactly how much she detested his groping hands.

He returned her glare with a chuckle, taking the opportunity to further anger the heroine by squeezing her breasts even harder and then pinching her nipples hard between his thick fingers.

“UUUNNNNNHHH!” Gabriella winced with anger and pain.

“Yes, I enjoy when you make sounds like that! Very stimulating,” he grinned after finally getting a reaction. “It makes me want to do very bad things to you.”

Lady Azteca’s smooth cheeks blushed bright pink. She gave another frustrated grunt and attempted to twist and squirm away, but in her precarious bondage position, she only succeeded in causing more pain to her cramping leg and arm muscles. All she could do was groan helplessly as he continued pawing and molesting her ripe mounds.

“Oh, yes, I am going to fully enjoy your nubile young body,” he hissed inches from her face. Gabriella could smell Spanish rum on his breath. “Then I am going to make your death a slow and painful one.”

“If you were any sort of man, you would release me and fight one on one,” Lady Azteca challenged him with defiance. “But I see you are a true coward who can only have a woman if she is tied up.”
 
He chuckled at her words. “Brave and defiant unto the end. I must give you that Lady Azteca. You were always a formidable opponent. But now your time as the defender of the weak must come to a sad end.”

The stalwart heroine closed her eyes, trying to let her mind wander to more pleasant memories, no matter how difficult it was. In times like this, it seemed to help if she mentally encouraged herself. She knew she was smarter than him, and stronger. If only she was free to prove how superior she was in strength and skill. She vowed that she would take whatever he had planned and keep her virtue and ideals intact. There was nothing he could do to her to change her sense of self worth. Above all else, she was Aztec royalty. No one could take that away from her. And she would die before she gave her captor the pleasure of knowing any superiority over her. In fact, she vowed when she escaped this trap, and she was fully confident that she would, she would be the victor and he would be the defeated.

“UNNNNNNNNNNNGHHH!” Gabriella grunted, wincing and clenching her teeth on the scarf when he replaced it between her lips. Then he brought her back to the moment at hand with another half twist of the pulley crank, pulling her aching body further. She didn’t know if the creaking noise she heard were the ropes stretching or her own wrenched muscles and joints.

“I thought I had lost your attention for a moment,” he said. “I am not keeping you from other plans, am I?”

“UMMMMMMPPP!” Lady Azteca moaned. She didn’t know how much more of this she could take.

“I feel it is my duty to inflict as much pain as possible on your body before I take you into my private chamber and deflower you, my sweet young flower,” he taunted. “So feel free to scream and struggle in protest at your own discretion.”

Lady Azteca shot him a blistering look. There was no way that was going to happen if she had anything to do with it!

“Ah, I see the idea appeals to you,” he laughed. “I always knew you had some sort of feelings for me. Why else would you spend so much time and energy to get my attention by thwarting all my plans?”

Lady Azteca rolled her eyes and shook her head as much as she was able with her hair pulled back and bound to her wrists with the taut length of ribbon. The utter nerve of this monster galled her to no end.

“Why should we play these games, Princess?” he said in an endearing tone, as if he were speaking to his lover. “Let me put an end to all this. All you have to do is admit that you are intrigued by the possibility of entering my bed and I will release you from these restraints.”

Was there no end to his sick taunts? Lady Azteca was astounded. Was he serious? What made him think she would ever consent to such a horrid thing? She would never allow her body to be fouled by the likes of him. But one single fact nagged at the back of her mind. He was obviously insane. There was a tiny possibility that he was indeed serious about this offer. And that minute possibility was all she might need to escape this nightmare. If there was one more turn of the crank, Lady Azteca was sure her arms would be pulled from their sockets and her toes would begin to break. She was desperate. And desperate times called for desperate measures.

“UMMM! UMMMM!” Lady Azteca began moaning with enthusiasm, trying to get his attention by letting him know she wished to speak.

“Is your answer ‘no’ then?” he said, pretending to be disappointed.

Gabriella was livid. He knew clearly that she was trying to get him to remove her gag so she could answer him. But apparently he was not quite ready to let her off the hook so to speak. Prolonging her agony seemed to be his top priority at the moment.

“Well then, if that is your decision, then I suppose I must continue with this punishment.”

“UUUUUUNNNNNNNNN! UMMMMMMMMM! UUUUUUUUMMMMPPP!” Lady Azteca was more animated than ever now. Despite the stringent restraints and the excruciating pain shooting through her body, she managed to shake her head from side, desperate to let him know she didn’t want that.

 “Ah, am I mistaken?” he asked with a wry smirk. “Perhaps you wish to speak?”

Once the gag was tugged from her mouth, Gabriella gasped. “Please! No more!”

“And what of my generous offer? The pain ends and you are allowed the honor and, dare I say, pleasure of joining me in my bed.”

His arrogance never ceased to amaze her! The thought of it was too horrible to even imagine and Gabriella cringed to form the words for an answer. But her hesitation was all he needed to threaten more pain by placing his hand on the device as if he were about to give the handle another torturous turn.

“No!” Lady Azteca screamed out in panic when she saw his hand twitch on the device. “Wait! I will do it!”

He was not going to her off that easily. He tapped the crank just a bit and the ropes creaked again. “You will do what Lady Azteca? Tell me.”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I will join you…UUUUNNNNH! …In your bed! …AUUUGGH! ...Bastard!”

He chuckled. “I must admit that I did not believe you would agree so quickly, but on the other hand, I prefer to believe that you are actually eager to join me in pleasures of the flesh.”

“Yes! Yes!” Lady Azteca insisted. “I will do anything you ask of me!”

“Pardon me if I do not find your words to be truly sincere, but nevertheless, I will cease your agony for now. You will join me in my private chambers. But as far as trusting you completely however, I am insane but I am not a fool.”

He reversed the crank to allow Gabriella a relatively small amount of relief by allowing her foot to lay flat on the floor. But he did not begin to remove her restraints just yet. Puzzled, Gabriella watched him instead stroll over to a wall cabinet to retrieve something she could not quite make out.

When he turned back around, Gabriella’s eyes lit up in panic when she saw what was in his hand. With a leering grin on his face, he approached the squirming heroine holding up a white cloth soaked with some liquid solution.

“What is that? No! Don’t you dare!!” Gabriella screamed out in distress.

“Just a little something to help you slumber…”
 

*****
 

Gabriella Luna screamed out and opened her eyes wide. Breathing heavily, her heart was pounding in her chest. It took her several moments to shake off the disorienting feeling she had.

Thank the gods. It was only a dream.

But for some odd reason she felt totally exhausted. The dream had been so vivid that all of her muscles ached as if they had been stretched to their limits. She searched her memory of the previous evening but it was a total blur. The last thing she remembered was coming straight home after work, having dinner, skimming the latest web news, and then transforming into her guise as Lady Azteca for her nightly patrol of the city. She was sure that she had returned home after an hour or so, but it didn't explain the fact that she felt like she'd been without any sleep all night.

Gabriella shook her head to ignore it and started to climb out of bed. As the cover sheet slipped off, the voluptuous brunette gasped in shock when she found herself in the nude. Normally she wore one of her sexy camisoles to sleep in. She was at a loss to what was going on with her.

Maybe a morning pick me up will bring me back to normal! Gabriella thought, still feeling strangely aroused by the dream she had just woken from as she lay back in the warm comfort of her bed. The satin sheets felt soothing on her sleek muscles. It wasn't long before the caress of her fingers rose an erotic prickling all over her silky smooth skin.

While she cupped her firm supple breasts, Gabriella slowly circled her manicured nails around the brown areola of her nipples. She enjoyed the intense tingling sensation it sent through her entire body. Soon she slipped one hand down over her stomach so she could massage her sex. Gabriella closed her eyes and spread her legs wider. She began tweaking her nipples with the fingers of one hand as she used the other to caress her clitoris. After fifteen pulse-pounding minutes, she lifted her rear off the rumpled sheets, arched her back and succumbed to an intense orgasm.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHH!!!”

A thin smile of erotic satisfaction spread across her lips as she came down from her orgasmic high.

Quetzalcoati! What in the world is happening to me? I’ve never felt anything like this…!

Quivering on her back, it took Gabriella a full five minutes before she could manage to rise out of bed. Then she looked over to her bedside table to glance at the alarm clock and gasped. Oh no! I’m late!

Quickly jumping out of bed, the cream-skinned beauty scurried to her bathroom to shower and then get dressed for work.
 

*****
 

Alex Trevino was in a foul mood. His assistant was nearly an hour late. This wasn’t like her at all. She was usually prompt and ready for work to the point of being compulsive about it. It wasn't that he had anything of real importance for her to do right this minute. It was a simple matter that at the very least, his employees should show up for work on time. Although Gabriella Luna was merely a research assistant at the weekly Internet news magazine he established as hard-hitting but fair in its reporting of San Tropico’s big wigs and politicos, but she strutted around the office as if she were a senior editor.

It didn't help his mood that for all his loyal contacts plus a small team of investigative reporters, he could not get a handle on the beautiful and mysterious Lady Azteca, who showed up out of nowhere recently to rescue the kidnapped teenage daughter of a local businessman. Unbelievably, his assistant Gabriella was made out to be the heroine by the other local media while he was made to look foolish by his peers.

Alex decided then and there that it was time to put Gabriella in her proper place. She couldn't just stroll into the office whenever she pleased and expect him to put up with her arrogant attitude. However, he wasn't prepared for what he saw when she finally arrived a few minutes later.

Instead of her ubiquitous hairstyle, which was usually pulled back into a ponytail or tight bun, she allowed her glossy raven tresses to fall loose around her shoulders. In place of her normally staid and conservative pantsuit, Gabriella wore a short, hip-clinging ivory skirt with the hem some four inches above her knees and a matching blazer that fit snug across her impressive chest. Gone were the sensible flat heels. They were replaced with a pair of four-inch sleek black pumps, which perfectly accentuated her long legs.

Alex could have sworn she wasn't wearing a blouse underneath her jacket because her plump cleavage was clearly visible through the opening of her lapels. About the only thing that remained the same were the stylish eyeglasses Gabriella always wore. She was blissfully unaware of how well she had been molded though Victor Salazar’s intricate conditioning when she dressed that morning. She was totally clueless of the provocative image she presented to the rest of the gawking staff.

Alex smirked as he rubbed the corner of his thick black mustache as he leaned in his doorway overlooking the rest of the office. He was thinking, Hmmm, that’s strange. Gabriella looks sexy for once.

Gabriella herself wasn't quite sure what was the matter with her today. She still didn't quite feel her normal self. Ever since she left home she kept losing her concentration. Her mind would drift to the most erotic daydreams. She blushed and shivered each time she caught herself glancing surreptitiously at the crotches of every man she saw on the way to work, wondering what was behind the zippers of their pants. Worse yet, when she rode to work on the train, there was one particularly attractive man sitting next to her. She'd had to fight back an intense urge to kneel in front of him and ask permission to pleasure him. The experience frightened her and she felt totally humiliated afterwards.
 
Gabriella expected those urges to subside once she was at the office to begin work on her next assignment, but she discovered the feelings of desire were even worse here. She was startled when her phone beeped to let her know that someone in the office was paging her. She picked up the receiver and put it to her ear.

It was her boss, Alex Trevino. “Gabriella, come to my office.”

When Gabriella got up and headed to Alex’s office, she noticed his secretary, Teresa, staring daggers at her. The whole office knew Teresa was having an affair with Alex, and she was fiercely jealous of anyone who tried to take Alex’s attention away from her.

“Close the door,” Alex told her when she appeared at his door. Once she shut the door for the private meeting, Gabriella realized she was becoming more aroused by the minute.

Alex pretended to be busy on his computer. It was his habit of making employees uncomfortable by forcing them to wait until he was good and ready to talk to them. It irritated Gabriella but this time even more so. All she could do was fidget nervously.

Finally Alex stood up from his chair with his arms crossed, and looked at Gabriella. “Was there some reason why you felt privileged to stroll in here over an hour late?” Alex groused as he tried to look past her provocative appearance.

“No, sir,” Gabriella flinched. She lowered her eyes meekly until they froze at his crotch. She caught herself and looked away quickly, hoping the sudden heat in face had not revealed how embarrassed she was feeling inside.

Alex was suddenly intrigued by her uncharacteristic submissiveness. That’s odd, he thought. She always calls me “Alex.”  That casual familiarity had always irritated him, but he was forever reluctant to correct her about it. Alex took the open opportunity to scold his unusually compliant assistant.

“We need to get something straight right now. You work for me, remember? I sign your paycheck. That means you obey the rules in my office and that includes showing up on time. And I certainly don’t need any more of these assumptions of us as being equals around here. You will do as you are told, when you are told. Understand?”

Gabriella couldn't believe it when she felt herself nodding in agreement with Alex. Again, she had that strange feeling that she was not fully in control of her own will.

“Now hurry up and… go get me a cup coffee,” Alex ordered, abruptly sitting down to hide the sudden erection that was straining in his slacks from bossing around his sexy assistant.

Gabriella jumped in her skin and practically scurried out to find the coffee station just outside her boss’s office.

Trevino’s secretary, Teresa, noticed Gabriella picking up a mug and the coffee decanter and narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Gabriella snapped back. “I’m pouring coffee.”

“That’s Mr. Trevino’s coffee,” Teresa said with a surly attitude.

“I know that. He asked me to get a cup.”

Teresa bristled. “I’m the one who gets his coffee for him.”

Gabriella raised her eyebrows over her glasses as if to dare the young girl. “Not this time.” Then she turned and strutted away arrogantly back to Trevino’s office and closed the door while Teresa stewed and whispered the word “bitch” under her breath.

Alex was seated behind his desk, talking to one of his writers on the telephone intercom. Gabriella came and stood by waiting patiently with the cup of steaming coffee. Soon her mind began to wander again.

I’ve never seen Alex act so…forceful. It makes him so…attractive.  For a moment, she imagined kneeling at his feet and tearing open the fly of his slacks, begging to give him oral pleasure, aching to use her lips and mouth to slather his manhood until he…

By the sun and the moon, I would never do such a thing. Gabriella scolded herself. After all, I am an immortal descended from Aztec royalty…but still…he’s so…desirable…

“Gabriella?” Alex snapped his fingers. “Earth to Gabriella...”

Startled out of her arousing daydream, Gabriella's body jerked, and she accidentally spilled a few drops of coffee onto the floor by Alex’s desk.

Outraged, Alex jumped out of his chair. “You clumsy bitch! What is the matter with you this morning?” he demanded.

Once Gabriella heard the one word Victor Salazar programmed her to respond to above all others, something deep in her consciousness was triggered and she completely lost any link to her free will.

“Oh! What have I done?” Gabriella exclaimed when she saw she spilled coffee. She knew Alex was a stickler for keeping his office in immaculate condition.

“Can’t you see? You made a mess on my floor!”

“I'm sorry, Master… I mean… Mister Trevino,” she whimpered. “Please, forgive me. I’ll clean it for you this instant.” With that, Gabriella whipped off her blazer and bent down on hand and knee to dab the sleeve on the floor in an attempt to soak up the spilled drops.

Alex was stunned. Not only at Gabriella's sudden transformation but also the perfect view of cleavage busting out the top of her sheer blouse with breasts jiggling as she worked to clean up the spill. He couldn’t deny his lecherous delight was wrong, but he wasn’t about to inform Gabriella of her unintentionally titillating exposure. Suddenly he was itching to see what it might take for his sexy assistant to remove her blouse as well.

“The wool is going to scratch that polished wood,” Alex complained. “Can’t you use something else?”

Gabriella hesitated, but for barely a moment, and then promptly unbuttoned her silk top. With a blush in her cheeks, she removed it, revealing a very sexy lace bra underneath. She used the expensive blouse to dab at the remaining drops. Once she cleaned every drop, Gabriella stood up before her boss, searching his face for some kind of direction.

“Is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. Trevino?” Gabriella asked hopefully, unconsciously licking the corner of her lip, while struggling to keep from blatantly staring at the bulge in Alex's slacks.

Alex was amazed by his assistant’s behavior. The tone of her question was extremely provoking. With his heart pulsing in his chest, he studied her face a moment, and asked, “What would you like to do for me?”

Blushing self-consciously, Gabriella answered, “I would like to take you in my mouth and suck you until you allow me to swallow your juices. Please, sir, may I pleasure and swallow you?”

“Hmmm.” Alex was still wary, not trusting his sudden good fortune. “If that’s what you’d really like to do, I guess I don’t see a problem with that.”

 As soon as Alex uttered the last word, Gabriella hurried around the desk, sank to her knees, freed his belt from its loops and unzipped him. The shapely beauty pulled open his slacks and boxer shorts and took out his shaft. She stroked him a few times to get the feel of it and then applied the tip of her tongue to his swelling erection. With her mouth salivating, she slowly enveloped half his cock in her mouth, and began slurping it luxuriously with her tongue and lips.

Dazed by the succulent sensations, Alex thought, “I always knew this slut wanted me.” Then, he laid his head back on the chair and groaned as Gabriella's warm, wet mouth brought him closer and closer to climax. He looked down at her head bobbing up and down in his lap and asked her, “Do you really want to swallow it?”

“Umm hummm...” Gabriella hummed eagerly, sending delicious tremors through his prick as she nodded her head affirmatively.

“Too bad,” he said, pulling away from her. “You don’t deserve it.” And with that, Alex began spurting ropes of thick cum into Gabriella’s surprised face. She tried to catch it in her open mouth, but instead Alex gripped her by the hair and aimed his cock to splatter her glasses and nose. Finally, when he'd jerked off the last of it, he took her blouse and used it to dry off his slick shaft.

“When you learn how to take orders from me like a proper assistant, then maybe I’ll let you taste it,” Alex told her.

With a sexy pout, Gabriella resigned herself to using her blouse to wipe off her cum-splashed breasts and face.

Unbelievable! She just sucked me off like a sex-starved schoolgirl, Alex mused, stroking his trim mustache. She’s definitely not herself today for some reason. I wonder how much more I could get away with? A light went on in Alex’s brain and he waited until she had cleaned herself and re-dressed before pointing to a spot right in front of a table by his desk, telling her, “Ms. Luna, I want you to stand right here, bend over and put your hands on this table.”

“Yes, Mr. Trevino!” Gabriella said, wondering why Alex wanted her in such a position.

“I haven’t forgotten about your his tardiness this morning. Don’t you think some discipline is in order for coming in late today?”

“Yes, sir,” Gabriella sighed and she did as she was told.

*****

After a vigorous spanking of his assistant’s firm buttocks, Alex was breathless and the palm of his hand was hot from the swats he had just delivered. He had had enough of Gabriella for the moment so he quickly thought up an assignment to get rid of her before his head exploded.

“I, um, need you to go to the Natural History Museum and talk to the curator about getting an inventory of the objects on loan from Victor Salazar.”

“Yes, sir,” Gabriella replied, baffled at the suddenness of her boss’s return to his usual all business attitude. She asked permission to wash up in Alex’s private lavatory and primped herself as best she could, making sure the stains on her blouse didn’t show beneath her blazer. Not even a splash of cold water could do anything about her flushed cheeks. Unconsciously she rubbed her hands on her stinging buttocks before she took a deep breath and walked out of Alex’s office as quickly as she could, trying her best to ignore Teresa’s withering stare as she went by.

She left the building as quickly as she could and waved down a cab to take her to the museum. On the way, Gabriella pondered what had just happened in the office with Alex Trevino. She couldn't fathom what had come over her. To have actually gotten down on my knees and begged for permission to pleasure him ... I can’t believe I did that!

But there was no denying that she had done it. Amazingly, she even believed she had enjoyed doing it to him. But that’s impossible! He’s rude and arrogant! I don’t even find him the least bit desirable! Gabriella chided herself with a furrowed brow. He even had the gall to spank her in punishment for coming in late this morning. The odd thing was, she went along with it with hardly a word… and even worse… she found that being spanked was…exciting!

But now that she was away from the office and her boss, she forced herself to concentrate on her assignment to ask the curator for an inventory of artifacts that Victor Salazar had on loan to the museum. She waited in the outer office while the curator checked the museum’s computer inventory. While she waited, Gabriella tried to get a grip on her thoughts and emotions. The whole day seemed surreal, like it was happening to someone else. The thought of it made her stomach queasy for a moment, and she had to close her eyes until the feeling passed.

“Miss Luna, Are you all right?” the curator’s pretty young assistant asked. “Can I get you a glass of water?”

“No, I’m fine, I just need to…” Gabriella was suddenly overcome with dizziness and nausea. She startled the baffled assistant when she suddenly stood up and walked away. She headed straight to the ladies restroom to get a hold of herself.

Maybe some cold water on my face will help. Gabriella was about to turn on the faucet, when the sound of breaking glass and screams came from the museum. She rushed to the door and stepped out to see a man in silver and black astride a motorcycle wearing thick-soled boots, a sleek racing suit with intricate embroidery down the sides of the arms and legs, and a Mexican wrestler’s mask that covered his entire head. The cowl had a stylized wolf head design complete with pointed ears. Blue jet flames and smoke were spitting from the pipes of the Japanese racing motorcycle. Glass was scattered all over the floor from the front window of the museum he had just ridden and crashed through. It was an entrance designed to intimidate and shock.

“May I have your attention, please? My name is “Lobo,” Now listen up! Nobody tries to be a hero and nobody gets hurt. I’m just here for a little culture!”
 
From the sound of his throaty demonic voice, Gabriella guessed that he had some sort of voice distortion device embedded in the collar of his racing suit. She watched him rip the accelerator handle of the motorcycle and squeal his tires. He went to retrieve a wolf head mask that was set up on a wall display featuring a collection of native masks used by the Mayans during fertility rituals and placed it in his saddlebag.

I must stop him! Gabriella thought. But there were too many people in the museum that might notice if she transformed into Lady Azteca right now. It would be better to find a hidden spot to change and then follow the thief to whatever hole he crawled out of.

Quietly, Gabriella retreated to an alcove. Fingering a tiny jade stone set in the silver ring on her right hand, Gabriella closed her eyes and began to mouth a silent chant with a singular determination. Magically her glasses morphed into a feathered Aztec headband and her work clothes shimmered into the silk and feathered costume of Lady Azteca. After that, it was a simple matter of whisking out the rear emergency exit and following the masked robber who was just now racing away from the museum at top speed.

With death-defying leaps due to the unique magical properties of her rabbit fur boots, Lady Azteca nimbly skipped from rooftop to rooftop. The heroine easily kept pace with Lobo, who sped through the streets of San Tropico on his sleek nitro-injected motorcycle. The heroine followed him to a dilapidated gym that once trained generations of masked wrestlers. It was located in a decaying part of the city now dotted with adult clubs and tattoo parlors, exactly the sort of environment she'd expected this vermin to hide out in.

Lady Azteca watched from an alley across the street as Lobo entered the gym through a rolling overhead door that closed behind him automatically. With an astounding feat of climbing ability aided by the enchanted jaguar tooth tucked in her pouch of potions, Lady Azteca scaled the wall of the one-story building. She moved swiftly across the roof to a skylight and spied Lobo down below, parking his motorcycle and unloading the mask of the wolf from his saddlebag.

The heroine shook her head a said, “These criminals never learn.”

Without any hesitation, the Aztec Princess crashed in through the skylight with the advantage of shock and awe on her side and landed in the middle of a wrestling ring set up in the middle of the gym. Lobo reeled in shock at the sight of Lady Azteca crouched in the middle of the ring with glass raining down. Once the rattled thug realized what had happened, the pair eyed each other like two warriors about to duel before Lobo grabbed his weapon and began blasting away. Lady Azteca easily evaded his panicked aim with her predator cat-like speed, leaping and flipping through the air like an extreme acrobat, defying the natural laws of physics and gravity as she pounced from post to post and off the thick elastic ropes surrounding the wrestling mat, taunting Lobo with playful laughter.

After emptying the clip, the hulking thug tossed the weapon in frustration. He couldn’t believe how fast she moved.

“What’s the matter, Lobo, is your big gun empty and useless?”

In a fit of anger, the masked criminal grabbed a steel chair, and scrambled into the ring with the heroine. “So, you really want to throw down?”

“Only if you think you can handle me!”

Lobo charged the ready heroine with a growl, intent on crushing her with the chair, but she dropped in a crouch and deftly evaded the violent blow. She swung her leg around to a kick out the back of his knees and knocked Lobo’s flat on his face to the mat. Stunned that she had taken him down so quickly, he scrambled to his feet, ready to swing the chair, but she quickly unloaded a series of kicks and punches to his torso until he stumbled back into the ropes and dropped the chair.

Each time he tried a new maneuver, Lady Azteca parried with a skillful blow. Time and time again, she baffled him with spinning kicks and flips. When she tired of toying with him, she waited against the ropes until he charged her. She tucked her arms under the ropes and brought her body vertically to lock his head between her legs in a scissor hold and then twisted her body to slam her opponent violently to the mat on his back. Lobo grunted with pain. When he opened his eyes, he spotted the chair inches away and grabbed for it. The victorious heroine kicked the chair from his grip before he could use it. Then a swift stomp to Lobo’s groin promptly disabled the thug.

“That will teach you to take on someone with far better fighting skills…” Lady Azteca gloated. She stepped away, hands on hips in a proud pose, calmly waiting for the criminal to recover from the crippling blow to his manhood. It always gave her a tingling sense of satisfaction when she overpowered a criminal like this.

Wincing in pain, Lobo struggled to get up and grunted with disgust, “I’m going to make you pay for that, bitch!”

At the word “bitch,” Lady Azteca blinked and faltered for a moment. She had no clue the reason for her sudden hesitation was Victor Salazar's conditioning embedded deep in her subconscious. Suddenly, her brash confidence had vanished. She realized with panic that there was no way she could subdue this man as she originally intended.

Quetzalcoati! Why do I have this sudden urge to get down on my knees and worship him? Gabriella wondered with dismay. Blinking the preposterous thought from her mind, she steeled her resolve and re-concentrated on bringing the criminal to swift justice. She positioned her body in the ancient Aztec fighting art pose and advanced upon her foe. The pair of combatants began their dance of combat again, circling each other in the middle of the wrestling ring.

“Ready for round two, bitch?” Lobo growled. He was more than willing to take on the heroine again to redeem himself of the humiliation he just suffered at the hands of a woman.

No, this isn’t right! I can’t understand these urges! I must fight them! I must!

Lobo searched for any weakness in her fighting stance when he noticed Lady Azteca seemed to drop her eyes unconsciously to his waist. It looked like she was eying the wolf head insignia on his waist belt, but after a minute it hit him, and a sudden realization caused a bulge to swell in Lobo’s crotch.

Holy fuck! This bitch is eyeing my package.

Lady Azteca's eyes blinked and widened slightly when she noticed the erection in the crotch of Lobo’ sleek racing suit and she unconsciously licked her lips.

What is happening to me? Why can’t I fight this feeling to see and taste his manhood? He’s a lowly criminal and I am Aztec royalty!

Lobo couldn’t help but grin when he saw her confused expression. Then he noticed the dark nubs of her nipples poking through the top of her silk costume. I knew it! Lobo thought, this little bitch is getting hot for me!

“…So…you have a thing for thug boys, huh, bitch?” Lobo asked, vulgarly grabbing his crotch. “I’m pretty sure I can satisfy your needs with this.”

Again, Lady Azteca hesitated. What’s wrong with me? Gabriella thought. I should crush him for speaking to me in such a vulgar manner. But I can’t…I feel the need… to submit to him…

Lady Azteca suddenly paused in place. Unconsciously, she began to part the silk material of her costume top and exposed her torso. A deep blush colored her cheeks.

“What the fuck?” Lobo exclaimed in amazement. “What’s up with you, bitch?”

Again the code word reinforced deep-seated feelings of submission within her. She tried to battle it, but it was useless. “I… must… submit to you…

Lobo was more than stunned. Just a minute ago she had literally wiped the mat with him. Now here she was acting like she was ready to do the nasty with him.

“Bitch, are you for real?”

Lady Azteca whimpered and muttered, “Please…I need to… pleasure you…”

“Say what? You really want a piece of me?”

The heroine nodded and bowed her head in shame.

Suddenly, Lobo was struck with an idea. Without taking his eyes off of her, he crawled out through the ropes of the wrestling ring, and told Lady Azteca, “Stay right there and don’t move!”

Lady Azteca had no choice but to remain frozen in place while Lobo hurried to a cabinet and began rifling through the shelves. A moment later, he brought a digital video camera back to the wrestling ring and attached it to a mounting bracket in one corner where cameras were originally set up to record training sessions.

“I want a souvenir to remember this by,” Lobo chortled with glee. He switched on the camera and checked to make sure it had plenty of juice. Then he tapped the button on a CD player set on a table next to the ring. Sexy Latin dance music began to fill the gym.

“I think I’ll title my video, “Lady Azteca Gets Rocked by Lobo”. Nice ring to it! What do you think of that, bitch?”

Burning with humiliation, Lady Azteca felt an urgent tingling between her thighs upon hearing herself referred to as a bitch again. She couldn't understand what was happening to her. She recalled her experience earlier that morning with her Alex Trevino... and now this ...

Why am I succumbing to this pervert like some nymphomaniac schoolgirl? Why do I keep allowing this to happen to me? The Aztec Princess moaned. She felt overwhelmed with strange delirium.

“Now, let me see you crawl that pretty little ass of yours over here and maybe…just maybe… I might give you a nice peek at my bitch tamer,” Lobo uttered in a gravelly voice, snapping the dazed heroine to attention. “How would you like that?”

“Yes… Master…. I would like to look at your…bitch tamer,” Lady Azteca whispered, gulping with humiliation as she slowly got down on her hands and knees and began to crawl toward Lobo.

“What else would you like to do with it, you little slut?” he asked.

Gabriella was horrified at herself when she replied, “I want to taste it and suck it until I feel your hot seed all over my face and breasts. I want you to use it to mount me like an animal and take me like the bitch that I am.”

Lobo laughed in amazement and quickly unzipped the front of his racing suit all the way down the wolf head belt buckle. “Well then, why don't you take my stick out and play with it right now, bitch?”

Burning with shame, Lady Azteca reached into the crotch of Lobo’s suit and brought his cock out into the open air. She couldn't help but gasp at its length and thickness. His member had to be at least 12 solid inches long and three inches in diameter. Stunned, the heroine squeezed and fondled it for a few moments before flicking out her tongue to capture a bit of pre-cum oozing from the head of it.

“That's it, slut,” Lobo encouraged her, “Get it all wet. I want you to coat my stick real good. You know the slicker you get it with that hot tongue of yours, the nicer it will be when I tit and ass fuck you.”

Gabriella's eyes snapped wide with shock and outrage at the vulgarity of his words.

No one has ever dared speak to me in such a vulgar way! And to even suggest such unspeakable acts! I won't let this happen ... not with this animal!

But still Gabriella found herself licking her lips in order to obey Lobo’s command to wet his massive cock. While she sucked him off, Lobo glanced over at the video camera. He imagined the image on the screen he presented. The hot Lady Azteca kneeling before him in full costume, sucking his dick with enthusiasm. The video would go a long way to bolster his image as a major bad ass after it made the rounds of his underworld homeboys. Lobo decided to give them a real show and winked at the camera.

“That’s enough licking… Now put it in your mouth and suck it good, bitch!” Lobo snarled, wrapping one hand in her long, raven hair. Then he seized the base of his enormous organ with his other hand and rammed her mouth for several minutes. He was not fully satisfied with her blowjob and scolded the cowering superheroine, “That’s lame tongue action, slut. You know what you need? A good, old-fashioned bitch slapping with my dick to teach you how to do it right.”

Without any warning, Lobo used his member like a club to swat Lady Azteca’s cheeks. Gabriella found herself unable to escape as Lobo held her tight by the hair and punished her face. But part of her didn’t want to escape, and she received the punishment almost willingly. Lobo continued for several minutes until her cheeks were pink and numb from the blows. The expression of ecstasy on her face finally did it for him.

“UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNHHHH!” Lobo groaned, climaxing uncontrollably. He shot his semen all over Lady Azteca’s face and hair, pumping out spurt after spurt until his balls were emptied. Then he clenched her hair, pulled her to her feet, and ordered her, “Now take that costume off, bitch. It's time for some serious partying.”

Lady Azteca stared at her foe in horror. He can’t be serious.

“I said strip, bitch,” Lobo laughed. “I want to see that hard body of yours naked.”

Feeling totally numb, Lady Azteca began to fumble with her costume top.

“No, no, not like that!” Lobo barked from a corner of the ring, his thick arms crossed on his chest. “I want a hot strip club show. You can dance like a real stripper for me, can’t you?”

Enraged by the vulgar suggestion of Lobo, Lady Azteca closed her eyes and tried to shut out everything around her. She began her dance by swaying slightly, trying to lose herself in the brass, drums and thumping bass of the Latin rhythms. She tried to block everything out of her mind but the music. Soon she found a small measure of relief in the undulating movement of her body.

The Aztec Princess realized it had been centuries since she moved like this, when she danced the rituals of the sun and the moon for her great father, Moctezuma. By some natural instinct, she fell easily into the classic gestures of the ancient Aztec dance rituals. She was beginning to find a soothing inner peace when a rude voice cut right through her liquid tranquility.

“Come on! Show me some tits and ass, bitch,” Lobo grunted. “I didn’t ask for some lame ass dance recital.”

Snapped back to reality, Lady Azteca reddened with shame as she slowly removed her cloak and shimmering top in time to the deep rhythms. Lobo let out a loud vulgar whistle when her large, firm breasts were fully exposed. Her waist coverlet soon followed, and she bent all the way over at the waist to slide it down her long, shapely legs. Doubled over with her face almost touching her knees, Gabriella presented her round bottom to the gawking thug before she stepped out of the coverlet and stood erect.

Now, nude except for her calf-length rabbit fur boots, silver armbands and feathered headdress, Lady Azteca turned and faced Lobo. She shivered at the realization that it was becoming easier and easier to humble herself before him. It seemed as if all he had to do was command her and she turned into a subservient slave. During her dance, the once proud heroine tied to keep her face turned away from Lobo to hide the look of shame that passed over her.

Something is wrong, Gabriella realized. I’m not controlling my own actions. That can only mean someone else has some power over me ... but this one cannot be the one. There must be someone else. The answer was buried somewhere deep in her subconscious memories and she had to figure out how to uncover it. But in the mean time, she had no choice but to submit to this vermin. She reclined on her back and arched upwards before she removed her boots one by one. Then she rolled over onto her hands and knees like spoiled cat, her azure eyes boring sexily into Lobo from under her curled eyelashes.

Lobo watched her circle the ring in a sensual crawl, always keeping eye contact with him. He was hard again, and when she neared him, Lobo took his cock out of his suit and began to stroke it in front of her. Mesmerized, Lady Azteca’s eyes lingered on the thick staff, and she bit her lip hungrily at the thought of tasting him again. Gabriella fought the impulse to lick the head of his dick with all her will, but she could feel herself slowly giving in to that insatiable craving.

Completely unaware that a devious man named Victor Salazar had programmed the Aztec Princess to be enthralled by all male members, Lobo was fooled into thinking she was aroused by his mere presence. He thoroughly enjoyed seeing the once arrogant Lady Azteca kneeling naked before him, salivating at the sight of his cock.

“You want to suck it again, don’t you, bitch?” he asked.

When Lobo uttered the fateful word once more, Lady Azteca's will was fully shattered. She scrambled between his legs and swiped the pre-cum from the tip of his shaft with an expert stroke of her pliant tongue. A moment later, she took half his cock in her mouth and began to furiously bob her head back and forth on his member while she stroked the base of it with her hand. Lobo grinned deliriously as he watched Lady Azteca’s bare ass wriggling back and forth while she worked her tongue magic on his staff.

“I gotta tap me some of that,” Lobo thought, pulling open the top of his racing suit to bare his full torso. He glanced over at the camera and smiled at the lens while flexing his muscles over his conquered foe.

Meanwhile, as Lady Azteca continued to suckle the head of Lobo’s cock, she slipped her free hand down to clench her drenched pussy. By now, she was too aroused to care about her degrading position or even what was being done to her. She only knew that the hard dick in her mouth and the fingers in her juicy slit had a sizzling feel that shattered her senses despite of the underlying humiliation she felt.

Lobo reached down, wrapped his fingers in her hair and pulled her mouth down hard against his cock. As he thrust its full length down her throat, Gabriella found it difficult to handle, but the horny thug refused to yield and continued fucking her throat. Despite her struggles, she still found it in herself to increase the intensity of her own stimulation.

“UUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Lobo finally came, flooding his seed directly down Lady Azteca’s gullet. She gulped most of it down and then spit out his cock when she felt him loosen his grip on her. The used Princess gasped and coughed, spilling the excess saliva and cum from her mouth onto the mat.

Suddenly, Lobo seized her by her hair and bent her head backward. With her knees still bent beneath her, Lady Azteca groaned while Lobo unloaded the rest of his discharge on her face, neck and breasts. The Aztec Princess opened her mouth and tried vainly to use her tongue to catch the final drops from his pulsing penis. But Lobo shoved her face to his groin, forcing her chin against his balls. His wet, twitching cock rested against her face as it dripped onto the mat, along with the spilled fluid and sweat from her face and breasts.

“Clean up that mess, bitch,” Lobo barked, gesturing at the damp spot on the mat.

Her will completely broken, Lady Azteca bent down and began to lick the mixture of semen, saliva and sweat from the filthy mat as Lobo braced himself against the rope to recover from his orgasm. Feeling the gritty canvas against her tongue, Gabriella felt her humiliation had reached its lowest point.

But Lobo was far from finished with her. He lifted Lady Azteca from her prone position and turned her to face the ropes to prop her against them chest first. In a typical move derived from his experience as a wrestler, Lobo used the top two ropes to twist and tie her arms in an outward position. “You’re going to like my next move, bitch!” he snarled.

When Gabriella felt the head of the bulky Lobo's 12-inch cock pressing against her anus, she began to panic and struggle. “No! Not this…!” she whimpered, but Lobo grabbed the ropes and held them securely to prevent the heroine from escaping.

Under normal circumstances, Lady Azteca could have easily overpowered Lobo, but for some reason she felt powerless as the criminal drove his huge organ deep inside her in one quick, brutal thrust. Held in that position, the heroine cried silently as the brutal thug ravaged her ass for several minutes before pulling out and squirting all over her back and reddened ass cheeks.

Giddy from his blatant victory over the heroine, the thug went to his cooler and brought out a case of beer. He popped open one and guzzled it down to celebrate before he continued his assault. Then Lady Azteca was ordered to fuck and suck him over and over again, all while he popped open one beer after another. When the full case of beer was finished, he cracked open a bottle of tequila to down celebratory shots and even poured some on his cock so the ravished heroine could lick it off.

Just when Lady Azteca thought there were no more ways to use her body, Lobo leaned against the top of the ropes with his back to her and grinned at her, “All right, bitch, it’s time for you to toss my salad.”

Gabriella was baffled until Lobo explained that she was to get on her knees behind him so she could lick his asshole while she jerked off his dick.

With great relief, the Aztec Princess was given a brief respite when her tormentor finally succumbed to drunken exhaustion. But not surprisingly, the drunken thug ordered to her to suck his dick again before passing out. And even though Lobo was out cold, Lady Azteca found herself unable to disobey his final order. She would have to continue sucking his prick until he gave her permission to stop.

Fortunately for Gabriella, Lobo never regained consciousness while the magical hour ticked by. Still unaware of the subliminal programming that Victor Salazar had encoded into her, she returned to her normal sense of self and the sudden realization that the thug could not dominate her any longer. She promptly spit out his limp cock and shuddered with shame for allowing her body to be used and degraded like this.

Quetzalcoati! What have I done?

Lady Azteca hurried to don her costume before anyone else saw her like this. Once she completed the ensemble, it didn’t take long for the enchanted powers of her belt to cleanse and heal her body of the ravages it had endured by the masked criminal.

After she made sure the videotaped evidence of her rape was destroyed, she trussed Lobo securely to a corner post of the wrestling ring. Then she found the stolen wolf mask and turned it over and over in her hands to study it. There was something about the mysterious mask that made her curious. She tucked into a hidden fold in her cloak, deciding to return it to the museum as soon she had time to figure out why this criminal had stolen it. In his current condition, her sash would have been useless to extract the reasons from him.
 
Now curious to see whom her opponent was, the heroine untied the laces behind Lobo’s mask and removed it. The smooth peaceful-looking face of the unconscious young man, still a boy in fact, startled the heroine. She had expected some kind of scarred angry monster under the mask.
 
I’ll never understand what creates evil in someone so young, but at least there’s one less criminal I will have to deal with in the future. Lady Azteca sighed as she tucked his mask away as a souvenir. Before she left, she found Lobo’s cellular phone and used it to inform the police of his whereabouts. Then the heroine rushed away from the scene and headed for home for some much-needed rest. When she entered her bedroom, her computer screen was flashing that she a voice message. When she clicked the mouse to retrieve the message, she heard Alex Trevino’s voice.

“Gabriella, it’s eight thirty. I need you to come to the office right away. It’s very important.”

She checked the computer clock window, which read 9:09 p.m.

Why in the world would Alex want me back at the office so late tonight? Gabriella wondered. She became more excited when she guessed that Alex might need her for something other than the boring research assignments and the rare puff pieces she was allowed to write whenever Alex needed to fill some space. Maybe an important new story has come up and he needs me in the investigation?

Feeling suddenly invigorated at the thought, Gabriella hurried to change into a sexy new outfit, unconsciously putting on something that would impress her boss.
 

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What does Alex Trevino have in mind for Gabriella? And what is Victor Salazar’s ultimate diabolical plan for Lady Azteca? Will our heroine discover a way out of her mind control trap? And what of The Mask of the Wolf? All those answers and more will be found in our next thrilling chapter…