Amazing Woman Chapter One

Martha Knight was the second born child to a black family. The Knights lived in a metropolis city known as Metro City. At the time Metro City was considered one of the safest cities in the world. Martha was named after her grandmother.

Marthas mother would give birth to another healthy baby girl eleven years later named Jasmine. However tragically Marthas mother died while giving birth to Jasmine. Tragedy stroke the family again, struggling to keep two full time jobs, along with raising three children, Theodore Knight had a stroke and after two painful months, died.

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The three black children were sent to an orphanage. An auto-mechanic and his wife soon adopted Martha and Jasmine, however Marthas older brother Josh wasnt adopted and remained at the orphanage until he was eighteen years of age. The family was slit up and Josh would grow up as a troubled youth.

Martha missed her older bother growing, but she did see him. She sneaked away from home and visited him whenever she could. She never understood why her adopted parents didnt adopt her older brother as well. They said there were reasons to why they didnt adopt him, but nether parent ever told Martha what those reasons were. This issue often caused conflict with Martha and her adopted family.

Martha saw the constant conflict that Josh had in the orphanage and she felt so unable to help him. He was growing up a troubled youth and concerned there was nothing she could do.

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Jasmine grew up, aware, but unconcerned about being adopted, viewing the family as her own.

Martha felt weird, in the new school system, was reserved, quite not wanting to draw attention as the new kid, the only area which she did much was gym, and various sports which she joined, including track, being the district champion three times, and state champ in Track and Field. Otherwise she was the student; sitting off the side, only noticed when roll was being called. She was a girl apart from everyone else with few who would call her friends.

When Josh turned eighteen he was released from the orphanage. He attempted to keep in contact with Martha with writing her mail back and forth, but went by the mail became less and less. Then he was arrested for committing theft and Josh became so ashamed to face his sister decided never to write her again.

After Josh was released from prison, he joined a criminal underworld gang that had ties to the most powerful criminal Mafia in Metro City.

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Three years later, Martha, not having confidence in getting an athletic scholarship, entered as an undeclared major in the local college. Taking class, she wondered around campus, and ran into Rick Lance, a visiting photographer.

Rick doing freelance work the college was able to sweep the young Martha Knight off her feet, paying attention to her, inviting her to dinner, and listening and letting her speak. On having her first boy friend, someone she really responded to, Martha fell in love, wishing to be with him.

After Martha had completed high school, a modeling job came up out of state to model for some women's pants; Martha jumped at the idea. Dropping out of collage to this dismay of her parents, the shy girl left for the big lights of modeling world.

After a two week whirlwind of excitement and adventure modeling, Martha was laughing enjoying herself, and enjoying being with other people, able to glow, showing herself off, and most importantly, being with Rick Lance. After the shoot was completed, the Jeans Across America, she prepared a special dinner for Rick, setting the candles in the small motel on the California beach, she waited for him to come in. She greeted him at the doorway with a huge hug around the neck and kiss.

"Hello there Martha... Do I have a surprise for you..." He gleamed. He told her about modeling for Vicki's Whisper, a new lingerie company. A nervous Martha wanted more information, which he told her about it. A way to becoming a super model, all she had to do was a private 'showing', with the company president.

A stunned Martha was started at this, as Rick grinned slowly unbuttoning her shirt, told her it might be a good time to test how good she could be. Martha stunned, did not protest, just stood there listening how the man she loved was selling off her body for a job as a famous supermodel and photographer. Rick pulled down the shirt and slowly kissed her neck. Waking her from her shock.....

"You... you...." Martha was red with anger, slammed her fist into his nose, with the crunch of the cartilage breaking as he reeled back. She stormed out of the room as a dizzy Rick moved into the room to se the setup for the romantic dinner, as Martha Knight walked out of his life.

Martha was devastated the man she had fallen in love with had treated her like damn a sex toy. Marthas love had turned to hate. In her own way unique refused the offer and quickly ended her modeling career.

As Martha stormed through the streets crying it quickly started to rain heavily. The rain beat down hard Marthas body, and within seconds she was soaked.

Martha looked up into the sky. The rainwater mixed with the salty tears as the flowed down her face.

Never again, Martha vowed just as a lightning bolt struck, Never again will I allow any man to treat me like this! Never again will I allow myself to fall in love to only be hurt again!

That day Martha made a vow. Never again would she allow any man treat her like this again. Not saying that she would become a lesbian, but she would relationships with men differently. Never again would she allow herself to fall in love, instead she would pick men to date who there would be no chance for a real relationship with. She would never trust a man to hold her heart again.

If the man of the month, wanted to treat her like a sex object that was fine with her cause that was how she was treating them. After the first two weeks of dating she would dump em anyhow. That was normally just around the time that they would start hounding her to have sex.

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The next day at a lost on where do go, her life on the rebounded she wanted to do something then just go home, to avoid her parents disappointment. She walked by a local army recruitment office hidden between an ice cream store and office furniture store at a mini-mall.

She turned around and walked back.

Yes, asked the army recruitment officer as Martha stepped inside the army recruitment office.

"I want to join..." said Martha though the teeth of her mouth.

The tired captain grinned as he held out the paper and pen. "Just sign and you can get to help Uncle Sam..." As he made the quota for recruits for that month, with the signature of one Martha Knight, with the signature of one Martha Knight, unaware of the full ramifications that the signature would lead to.

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Martha made it through the six grueling weeks of basic training. However during Marthas weeks in training she impressed the top brass so much that instead of the standard branch of the army, several divisions were trying to recruit her, and one of them she joined, a covert military operation division called SWORD, which drew its recruits from all four branches.

Martha soon learned that SWORD was military project that started way back during World War II. Its was started to hopefully end the war, the idea was to create super heroes to aid America in battle against the Nazis. Its first two successes were Captain Justice and the American Woman. Both heroes where given the rare and dangerous Super Warrior Serum to fight evil.

After the war SWORD was transformed into anti-criminal origination. It began funding the efforts of trusted superheroes within the Untied States. However since superheroes had become scarce it SWORD often had to create them themselves. All SWORD trainees knew this, only a few of them would ever be selected to become a superhero, and when did happen it was considered to be an honor.

SWORDs efforts were more then just the Armys superheros, but trusted agents of protectors within the United States.

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Years later

Somewhere within a SWORD base located somewhere within Oklahoma

Martha Knight stood at full attention. The young beautiful six foot tall twenty-five year old black woman was fully in her blue SWORD uniform. At times she hated this uniform, it always felt like it was a size too small. Even every time took it off her 38DD sized breasts would bounce out like escaping prisoners. Well Martha would have to grin and bare it for now, she was on duty.

At ease, ordered Commander Bagley. Ive heard Ensign Freemans side of the story. He says you viciously attacked him last night. Now Id like to hear your side!

Yes sir! shouted Martha, Ensign Freeman attempted to rape me last night. He ordered me to follow him his quarters to pick up some training manuals, but once inside he grabbed me ripped open my uniform and grabbed my breasts. I fought him off by slamming my knee hard into his groin, as the bastard moaned in pain I got off the bed and onto my feet and delivered a round house kick to his head! While he was down delivered a series of kicks to his mid-section and groin.

Why? asked Bagley.

I was unarmed, said Martha, I didnt want to take a chance with my life, the asshole might have had a gun on him!

As it stands its only your word against his, snapped Bagley, Have any evidence?

Yes, said Martha, The uniform I was wearing that night has his slimy fingerprints all over them!

I suppose that will do, said Bagley, But theres still one other person you have to explain this tale to.

Martha sighed, Who?

Bagley raised his arm and pointed into a dark corridor, Hes in there. Go!

But that area is.. started Martha.

Thats an order! shouted Bagley.

Yes sir, replied Martha as turned and walked towards the dark corridor.

Commander Bagley grinned as he watched Martha marching into the corridor. She dont have what it takes, thought Bagley. Ensign Knight is a nice piece of ass, but no way in hell will Ross ever make her one of us!

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Martha felt uneasy about this. She knew this wasnt proper procedure and felt like she was being set up for something.

In the corridor saw a man of about average height, he was well built appeared to be the age thirty. He had dark black hair and blue. He was dressed in a SWORD uniform. Oddly enough he looked very familiar to her, like she had seen this man before, but long ago like in her childhood growing up, but that couldnt be it, he wasnt that old.

Martha Knight, he asked looking her over.

Martha realized that this man was a superior officer and her training kicked in Who are you, sir?

My name is Jim Ross, he said, I am the current head of operations of SWORD.

Head of operations, questioned Martha, Your not here to ask questions about what happened last night.

No, said Jim Youre being reassigned.

Reassigned, asked Martha.

Yes, said Jim, Youve been selected for a new mission, but you do have the option on passing on the assignment if you dont want it.

What kind of mission, asked Martha.

Something a bit more interesting than guard duty, said Jim.

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Martha followed Ross into the office. It wasnt much to look at, just a desk with a lot of paperwork on it and a few chairs in the middle of an empty room.

Looks pretty make shift to me, said Martha.

I tend to agree, said Ross, Have a seat.

Martha sat down in one of the chairs as Ross took the chair behind the desk. The chair was comfortable compared to the stiff, be hard, be mean, be ready of the standard offices.

You said something about a new mission, asked Martha.

Yes, answered Ross thumbing through some paperwork on his desk, As you know SWORD is an anti-criminal origination that secretly funds the efforts of trusted superheroes worldwide. And that in some very rare cases SWORD has trained key agents with the prospect of becoming a superhero.

So what are you telling me, Ive been selected to become a superheroine asked Martha sarcastically. She found it hard to believe that of all the hopefuls of trainees on this base that were hoping and kissing ass to get such an offer that Martha Knight would be the one chosen.

No, said Ross. Not yet.

Not yet, asked Martha.

Our computers chose you out of a thousand hopefuls of being able to handle a mission, said Ross, The mission is classified, and it involves Metro City.

Metro, said Martha, I was born and raised there.

Which is why the computer picked you of the hopefuls, explained Ross. You know the city, and can easily blend into it.

What have I been selected for exactly, asked Martha confused.

When you born the crime rate in Metro City was practically none existent, explained Ross, but it steadily grew year after year. Now today the crime level is off the map, the justice system is practically non existent. After the death of the last superhero charged with protecting Metro, Max Wonder three years ago SWORD has decided to take matters into our own hands.

I thought you said I wasnt selected to be heroine, asked Martha.

You werent, replied Jim, You were selected to be a vigilante. SWORD secretly funds them too. If you accept the mission we will supply you with the weaponry, vehicles, and headquarters need to complete this mission.

My own personal headquarters, questioned Martha, it sounded unbelievable, Your kidding, right? It sounds a bit far fetched to me.

Ross said, Heroes never lie.

Oh course not, said Martha she wanted to roll her eyes back behind her sockets.

Martha hoped Jim was kidding about that. If a heroine were to be expected to honest 24/7 than she would make a poor excuse of one. Perhaps that was why the selected her to a vigilante. Martha had a bad habit of telling white lies. In fact she had told a lot white lies up until now. There were all those reasons she gave people for why she broke up with them. All were untrue. There was a dozen of times she had come with excuses to explain to Commander Bagley what she was doing at such-and-such a time.

Jim handed Martha a file off his desk. She opened it and began reading the documents and blueprints inside.

As you probably remember growing in Metro, that there is some mountain on the outskirts of the city, explained Ross. Well long before they constructed Metro City, SWORD had a small training base built inside one of the mountains.

My god, said Martha as she looked at the floor plan of the base, Theres a secret military base inside one the mountains?! I always wondered why the mountain area was strictly prohibited when I was growing up.

Actually the base has been empty for years, explained Ross, When the city was being built. it was ordered that all personnel relocate from the base to another one. I convinced SWORD to instead of destroying the base that we keep it around in case we ever decided to plant a hero in Metro City.

Looks like you made the right call, said Martha, So now it will serve as my headquarters.

Yeah, said Ross as he rose from his desk, Your own personal lair if your interested in the mission. And if I think you are good enough!

Martha knew now was the moment of truth. Her life she want to be part of something big and had meaning. Now it was being handled to her on silver platter. The question however wasnt if she wanted the job, but rather could she handle the pressures of being something like a superheroine? Could she handle it?

Okay, said Martha after taking a deep breath, Ill do it!

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A few hours later Martha returned to her quarters on the base.

Martha noticed a cardboard box laying on top her bed that wasnt there when had left. She always kept the door to her quarters locked at all times.

Carefully looking around her quarters, Martha to her relief found no intruders inside. She then picked up the box and opened it.

After viewing what was inside the box. There was no question where it had came from and who had sent.

Oh God, cried Martha as took out a brightly colored costume and cape from the box, Is he out of his fucking mind?!

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The next morning Martha Knight stormed into Jim Ross office. She was carrying something inside a paper bag. She noticed that Jim was sitting at his desk engrossed with the growing amount of paperwork on it. He was engrossed with his work that he noticed that Martha had came into the room.

Martha frowned and then slammed the door shut.

Martha, cried Jim as head shot upward, and his eyes met those of the woman who had came in. Then his eyes glanced downward a bit. Youre early!

We have to talk, said Martha, the tone of her voice indicated that she was very upset about something.

The thing that Jim admired the most about Martha was her long raven dark black hair that flowed down against her shoulders and down her back. For some strange reason it reminded him of late wife Jennifer. Perhaps cause she used to keep her hair in the same fashion.

Jim then noticed that young black woman had on a brown trench coat that was cinched tightly about her waist. Even with the bulky coat on though, Jim could easily make out the swell of Martha's abundant cleavage under the confines of her apparel. It was no secret that Martha Knight had big boobs. And what Jim had read in her medical profile they where real too.

As he looked down he noticed Marthas legs were bare and she was wearing high-heeled green leather boots. The age-old scenario and fantasy of a beautiful woman wearing only a trench coat played through Jims head. He shocked his head feeling shameful of himself for looking at Martha like that and undressing her with eyes. He hoped Martha hadnt noticed his glance.

Is this your idea of a sick joke, asked Martha as she unfastened the sash of the coat and slide the coat off revealing the costume on underneath. "You cant honestly expect me to fight crime in this getup!"

The costume Martha was wearing was made of a bight yellow leotard with the symbol of large hawk at the center and long green skirt that ran down to her knees. There was also was a short green cape and green boots and gloves. Martha hated this costume.

Whats wrong with it, asked Jim looking it over.

Whats right with it, declared Martha, Although I personally love the color green, this costume looks like it designed in the 60s! If I go out in that costume they wont be dropping to their knees in fear and awe, but in laughter!

The costume isnt that bad, said Jim.

Yes, it is, snapped Martha, Who the hell am I supposed to be? Hawk Lady?!

I was thinking Hawk Girl, muttered Jim under his breath.

This is insulting, Martha replied while reaching inside the paper bag and pulling out a green mask, But that isnt even the worst part of it all THIS IS!

You dont like the mask, said Jim, But without how will you hide your secret identity?

By giving them something else to look at, answered Martha, Jim, if things are as bad in Metro City as you let on, then the last person on Earth the citizens there will trust is someone wearing a mask. And besides I dont like hiding my face from anyone. When I left Metro City I was a shy woman who always kept long hair nicely tied in a bun, but as you can see my self esteem and outward appearance has changed completely

I see your point, said Jim, But you have family in Metro, an adopted family and a sister. How will hide your identity from them?

Although I have kept in good contact with my family via the phone and mail, explained Martha, I havent seen them in all the years since I left Metro They probably even think of me, as the shy girl I once was. They wouldnt recognize me at all right now if I was in the room with them.

So you have no real interest in keeping a secret identity, asked Jim.

Ill still keep in touch with my family, but only in the guise of the shy woman I once was, explained Martha. Fuck, Ill even start wearing reading glasses when Im around them! It worked for that guy in the comic book didnt it? As far as the detail of having a secret identity goes another job, another life why do I need it? I mean Im still going to be paid my monthly military fees and they handle all the funds needed for the equipment of being a heroine and vigilante, right?

Yes, answered Jim. So whos really going to care, asked Martha. Your family, said Jim, Thats youll need a second job...

Bullshit, yelled Martha, If this is how all the heroes in SWORD work, its no wonder why the affairs of the world is going down to the dogs. A second career on top of all this would only slow me down how can I help people if Im busy punching a clock someplace else? The only thing I have to do is explain my whereabouts during times in question.

Fine, you win, Jim said grinning sheepishly, but youll still need a costume. Ill design another one and

No, said Martha as she picked up the trench coat and slipped it back on, Ive already designed another costume for myself. I gave the design to the boys in the SWORD costume shop, they said theyd have it ready in a few hours.

Good, said Jim, But I like to take a look at it before you hit the streets in it.

Very well, said Martha grinning as she tossed the green mask into the trash, I can honestly say though it will definitely keep the eyes of the world from looking at my face!

With that Martha turned and left the room not saying another word. All Jim could do now was wait until she returned. He bent down and looked at the mask, It was sort of a superhero tradition to wear the mask, still, it would not help Martha much considering she had a much bigger attribute to bring to everyones attention.

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A few hours later

Martha was having second thoughts about the costume she had designed. She wondered if she would even survive showing it off to Jim as promised. The costume meant to be revealing, in fact it left little to the imagination. She wondered how it would feel wearing it out in public.

The thought sent shivers down her spine, but she didnt if it was from fear or from the excitement of the idea.

Martha walked through the entrance of Jims office nervously. Underneath her long trench coat, she only had on her new costume.

Jim stood up from his desk as she came in.

Martha, said Jim, It isnt proper for you to keep bursting in my office unannounced

Martha didnt reply as she held her breath and discarded the coat at the entrance, standing clad in her costume that could easily have passed for a swimsuit. The coat hit the ground in a heap.

Jim looked like he was going to gasp as he saw the satin green bustier and satin briefs she was wearing. The bustier seemed to do an excellent job highlighting her fabulous breasts. She also wore green high heel foots and green leather gloves.

Martha had nervous coming in, but once the trench coat was removed and her costume and body was more revealed a new sense of claim swept over her. Maybe the time Martha had sent modeling had made her more of exhibitionist than she had realized.

What do you think, Jim, asked Martha as she stood at military attention.

Jim Ross couldnt believe his eyes, like the secret fantasy he had of Martha was suddenly springing to life. His eyes wondered up and down. He saw that the young black womans legs were clamped tightly together. He looked at the satin green bustier that encased Marthas breasts, the more he looked at the bustier the more he studied the perfectly shaped breasts.

Ummm.. Jim, Martha asked as she noticed her new boss was still silent as he looked at her.

Jim kept reminding Martha of a person, but she couldnt quite place exactly who it was. Not someone she knew personally, but someone felt she remembered reading about or seeing on television when she was young. This feeling made Martha feel odd cause Jim appeared to be only about ten years older than her.

Martha realized really for the first time she met him that Jim was now checking her out. She had pegged him for being either a boy scout or a person who didnt find black women attractive for he never seemed to look at her the way most men usually did. He look gave was that of grandfather looking at the younger generation, which was odd cause he only looked about ten years older than her. However now he was staring at her in whole new light.

Martha wished Jim would at least say something. The way he staring at her as she stood at attention was starting to make her feel horny. She regretted not wearing a bra cause her nipples were now hardening involuntarily.

All she could do was look at Jims body as he was examining her. He had very athletic build and broad shoulders. Jim probably the same height as her too. He was what she considered to be a hunk.

Under normal circumstances Martha might want go with her feels use this moment, but if this guy was to be her new boss then there working relationship would become very different than it should be.

Im Im sorry at ease, said Jim forcing his eyes away.

Martha finally relaxed. The sexual tension that she was feeling passed.

She walked over to the desk and looked down at him, Are you alright Jim?

Sorry he said staring off into a photograph on the desk that looked pretty old.

Something wrong, Martha asked looking at the photograph. It was a wedding picture taken over forty years ago. What was shocking was that the groom looked exactly like Jim Ross.

Your father, she asked.

Nope, he replied, Thats me

That photo has to at least forty years old, said Martha.

It is, said Jim, I never did look my age.

Who was your wife, asked Martha. She looks familiar to me.

Jennifer Blake, he said, But thats not the name you would remember her as she was the American Woman.

But according to rumor she was married to Martha started. She froze and stopped dead in her tracts, She now knew who it was Jim reminded her of Captain Justice.

Yes, said Jim as he stood up from the desk. But that was a long time ago and I dont have the time to reminisce the past. I want you on the next plane heading to Metro City. Ill contact you again once you arrive there with instructions on how to gain access to your new headquarters inside the mountain.

With that Jim immediately left the room leaving a very wondering Martha Knight.

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The next day in Metro City

After a three-hour plane trip Martha Knight had arrived in her old stomping grounds. Which had changed a lot since she was last there.

Martha Knight firmly believed all the stories that Jim Ross had told about how dangerous Metro City had become since she lived there as a child.

It was a busy hour as Martha walked down the street dressed in a black pinstriped blazer and skirt. She sported black heels and her long black raven-like hair waved gently in the breeze of cold air that brushed by her.

The black woman felt and probably looked like tourist as she stopped to look at the big busy city. The city had doubled in size since last she was there, many new buildings and streets surrounded the area of the city called Old Metro.

The numbers of people walking down the busy street enveloped Martha. The moment she had stopped moving with the crowd made her an immediate target.

People began bumping into her left and right. Everyone around her showed that they were in a hurry to be someplace else. They also showed that they had the attitude of rather stepping on someones face rather than having to look at them.

Excuse me, Martha muttered on deaf ears. She bumped into again by a man in hurry to get to his bus.

Martha swore that she would punch the living daylights out of the next person that didnt acknowledging her as a human being after they bumped, or slammed into her.

Then it happened, a man brushed up to Marthas arm and bumped into it. Martha instantly balled her fists and turned around. However she was taken aback when she saw it was a police officer and she relaxed her hands.

Martha turned around and continued walking. She didnt want get arrested for punching out a police officer today. She was not in a good mood and almost wished she could find some bad guy to pound on to release her frustrations.

She wouldnt have to wait long.

The purse-snatcher seemed to appear from nowhere. Before Martha Knight even knew what was happening, he had snagged her new leather purse and was hightailing it on foot.

Oh fuck! cried Martha, Come back here damn it!

Martha started to chase after him, but the skirt she was wearing was fairly tight and the nine-inch high heel shoes didnt help either. So she kicked off the shoes and chased him barefoot through the streets.

The thief saw a break in the crowd. He quickly looked back and saw that his victim was in hot pursuit of him.

Suddenly a foot swung out from the crowd and tripped the thiefs legs. The thief fell flat on his face on the hard cement.

The thief wasnt quite sure what had hit him, but as he looked he gasped as a police officer standing over him. The thief realized that this little endeavor was over.

Dont move slime-ball, ordered the officer as he held the gun posed in his hand as carefully bent and picked up Marthas purse.

The officer turned his attention in the turned in the direction of Martha Knight who was quickly approaching. He saw that the black woman was extremely attractive, very shapely, lovely long black hair was in a state of dishevelment because of her run that he found very alluring.

This belong to you, asked the officer as he held out the purse.

Yes, said Martha as she took the purse and kept walking, Thank you.

Wait, said the officer, I didnt even get your name!

Martha kept walking and replied, No, you didnt!

Martha hated having been rescued liked that especially when she could have handled the creep herself. Not that Martha had anything against the officer, but the last thing on Earth she wanted to be was a damn damsel in distress who needed a shining knight in white armor to come sweep her off her feet and rescue her. She loathed the thought of that and vowed that if came to that she would not only give up the crazy idea of being a heroine, but she would put a gun in her mouth and blow her damn head off rather then ever need rescuing.

She was thinking with sarcasm on that last bit, but she remembered how she was treated years ago the last time someone had swept her off her feet and she fell in love. She was betrayed and used like a toy. Her vow to never fall in love had remained true and she reminded herself of it everyday she woke from bed.

During her years in SWORD Martha had kept in control of all relationships she was in. She didnt look for the perfect guy, but rather the type of guy she could a short-term relationship. She had a few one-night stands, flings with men visiting from out of state or country, short lasting affairs even married men.

Martha had to admit she often even had fun ending the relationships. Weather it was using the almost classic line of, Ill be right back or allowing one of her lovers to accidentally find her in the arms of someone else. She had been using men as sex objects to meet the need of her hidden and inner sexual desires and then she realized that along the way she had left a trail of scorn and broken hearts like her own was so many years ago.

It was sad, but Martha realized, life wasnt all roses.

She spoke and renewed her vow once again, Never again!

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In the late afternoon Martha Knight received a phone call on her cellular phone from Jim Ross. He told her to meet a man called Robert Benjamin at a car dealership and gave her the address.

When Martha arrived she met Robert. He was a frail old man in his sixties and he was dressed as a mechanic with a few oil stains on his clothes.

Martha asked, Are you Robert Benjamin?

Yes, he said holding out his hand, Hello, you must be Martha Knight. Jim told me you would be stopping by.

You work here, asked Martha as she shook hands with him.

Yes, said Robert, Well at least for now. The car dealership is really a front, where SWORD builds, stores and transports special designed armored combat vehicles for SWORD agents. Ive been stationed here ever since your soon-to-be headquarters was a training base.

Planning on quitting, asked Martha.

Oh heavens no, he said smiling, SWORD is moving the whole operation back to a more secure location, while I myself am being transferred to SWORD headquarters to help Doctor Danger. He has recently discovered and activated a female android he found during one of his misadventures. Hes actually training the android to be his nurse.

As intriguing as hearing about Nurse Nancy or Nurse Betty or whatever her name is, said Martha, Jim said you would have some sort of package waiting for me?

Actually she doesnt have a name yet, and shes deciding on picking one said Robert off tract of the subject, Though I suppose calling her Nurse Nancy or Betty would be an interesting suggestion. Ill suggest them to her...

The package, asked Martha.

Oh yes, he said walking over to large wooden crate that stood on the pavement. He flipped the latch and all four sides of the crate fell open revealing an impressive motorcycle inside.

Robert explained the bikes many unusual features which included hidden weapons, tracking devises, a built in computer the size of Marthas palm. Finally he pulled out a piece of paper with written instructions on how to get to her new headquarters.

Follow the instructions Ms. Knight, said Robert, And due take care of the bike, and remember an atomic powered battery engine is not the easiest thing in the world to replace!

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Martha Knight drove the motorcycle on the dirt road leading into the mountain area. There were signs marked No Trespassing every mile or so, which was no surprise to Martha seeing how SWORD owned the land and wanted no one it.

Martha continued on the road, it looked like no one had driven on it in years. Finally she came to a stop at the foot of the mountain.

There it was Mount Galleystone. It was the largest mountain in the surrounding area.

Martha saw the entrance of what looked be a cave. She drove ahead and once inside she came to a stop. Inside it was completely dark.

SWORD access code 1901, cried Martha, Power on!

Suddenly the large overhead lights flashed on filling the cave with light for the first time in years.

Martha gasped in amazement at the sight of the former SWORD base. She stepped off the bike almost as if was in a state shock. What she saw was amazing.

The first thing she saw was the central computer. It was an old SWORD R-X system, one of the largest built computers in the world. Even though SWORD considered the computer now outdated it still was light years ahead of anything currently found on the common computer market. The SWORD R-X was connected to a sophisticated array of other computers and devises in the room.

Martha explored inside her new headquarters and soon found that the mountain also housed a laboratory, a small gym, eight living quarters, a kitchenette, a swimming pool, and a hot tub.

Jim was right, said Martha to herself. This place is a lair!

Martha walked over to the main computer. She was very familiar its design, she had taken numerous SWORD computer courses. She found that her computer was still had a direct link to the motherboard computer at SWORD headquarters wherever that was.

Martha adjusted the computer, so it could tap into Metro City Crime Units computers without being detected. She could use this to help her monitor the city. In seconds the computer found a crime in progress.

Hmmmm, looks like someone is attempting to make an early withdraw from Metro First National Bank after business hours, mused Martha to herself as she slipped out her casual clothes revealing her green stain bustier and silk briefs. I could be there within fifteen minutes!

Martha again felt the shivers of excitement running through, just as she did when showed Jim her costume. However this time she welcomed it.

The young black woman slipped on her green boots and gloves and then placed the utility belt around her waist. The transformation into a crime-fighter was complete.

Martha looked at her reflection on a mirror that hung on a wall. She looked and felt incredibly sexy now. She hoped her costume would give her the edge she wanted. She wanted appear like heroine of every mans fantasy hoping that idea would distract her opponents and not take her as a serious threat, that would make them vulnerable to her. Then she would take them down by surprise, she planned.

A man Martha once loved wanted to exploit her body to gain money and fame. Now Martha planned to exploit her body to bring criminals to their knees. She knew this concept wasnt pure, or something that Jim or any other superhero would approve of, but then she never was one for following the rules.

She claimed back on the motorcycle and drove off.

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A few minutes later

Martha rode through Metro City on her motorcycle. She saw how the citizens were looking at her. Most of them looked at her as a cheap slut, thinking she was some sort of hooker. She attracted the rooming eyes of men everywhere. Parents covered their childrens eyes so that they wouldnt see her as she drove by. And the street slime only degraded themselves more as she passed by them.

The black woman in green didnt look like a heroine in their eyes. She wondered if that would ever change.

Martha parked the atomic powered motorcycle in the banks ally. She then pulled out her grappling gun and fired a line onto the roof of the bank.

She easily scaled the Bank's walls and then she eventually slipped through one of the many windows inside the bank.

So far so good, muttered Martha under her breath.

All those years of SWORD training were finally starting to pay off.

Martha was inside one of the many office rooms inside the bank. She silently left the room and headed downstairs to stop the two thieves.

This was it. Her heart was pounding as she laid eyes of the thieves inside the vault for the first time. She noticed that one was a man and the other was a woman.

Martha noticed the bank guards laying in the corner. They were unconscious and tied and gagged.

The woman was dressed in tight black jeans and a black long sleeved shirt. She had long blonde her and had a mask over her blue eyes. In her hands she held a machine gun.

The Man was tall and built like a hulk and he was dressed in black clothing. He had short black hair and blues under his mask.

Come on Steve, cried the woman, We got about fifteen minutes before the cops show up!

I know, Linda, growled Steve, Check on those guards, if they so much as twitch kill them!

Linda walked over to the guards slowly. She clutched the gun tightly with her hands as she looked them. Her finger was on the trigger of the weapon.

Theyre still out it, yelled Linda. We have nothing to worry about.

Suddenly, Linda felt an arm wrap around her waist. Instantly, a gloved hand holding a heavily soaked rag of chloroform clapped down over her nose and mouth.

You have nothing to worry about except for me, whispered Martha. Sweet dreams.

The fumes plunged deep into Lindas lungs. She wiggled and struggled vainly against the anesthetic. Her moans grew deeper and her body slowed as the drug sapped her strength. Lindas blue eyes grew too heavy to stay open and she slowly sank down to her knees. A low moan to announce her defeat.

Martha held the rag over face a moment longer making sure she was completely under then she quickly tied the thief up with rope from her utility belt.

Thats one down and one to go, thought Martha.

Martha silently moved towards the vault. Her hand clutched another cloth pad of chloroform. She just had to sneak up on him and take him from behind like she did with his partner.

Linda, asked Steve as heard Martha approaching.

Steve turned around expecting to see his partner, but instead he saw a ravishing black woman in a green satin bustier and shorts instead.

Who the fuck are you, screamed Steve.

Now that wasn't any way to greet a lady was it, Martha teased, she hated the fact she sounded so cocky, I think I'm going to have to teach you a few manners!

Steve lunged toward Martha taking a swing at her with left arm. The punch was sloppy and almost didnt with Marthas jaw, but it did. The blow was enough to send Martha staggering backwards and she dropped the chloroformed soaked onto the floor.

Martha remained on her feet feeling still a bit stunned. She knew this wasnt going to be easy.

When the muscular man in black came within striking distance, Martha suddenly swung around and brought her green booted right foot up to strike the face of her assailant.

Steve saw the move coming, he brought his hand up and caught Marthas ankle and held her there. Martha looked at him in shock and amazement. In all her years of combat training, no one had ever managed to block that move of hers before. She almost felt like complimenting him to be the first as she struggled to hold her balance in the sand hopping on one leg.

Let me go, demanded Martha.

I dont know who the hell you think you are lady, but you are going to regret messing with me, he said.

Shut up bastard, said Martha as hopped her left leg off the floor and swung and it around smashing her foot into Steves jaw. Steve fell backward and released Marthas leg and since Martha now had no standing leverage on the ground she fell as well.

Martha landed hard on her back. She felt the wind knocked out of her as she hit the ground. She moaned in pain as she gathered herself off the floor. She looked around at the thief and to her dismay he was already back on his feet.

Steve lunged himself forward at Martha. This time he managed to get a hold around the black womans waist and pushed her backward slamming Marthas back to the wall of the vault.

Again the wind was knocked out of Martha. She knew that she would have to be extra sharp to defeat him.

Steve wrapped his arms around Marthas waist and arms. He began to squeeze hard holding Martha in the tight bear hug. He squeezed with all his might.

Marthas breasts were squashed against his hulking chest. She found hard to breath, let alone move. All she could was kick her legs, which didnt seem help cause she no leaving and she still feeling weak from all the blows she had taken.

The thief's face was only inches from hers. Martha looked into the deep blue eyes and saw the utter confidence he had in them. He had Martha right where he wanted her and there was not a thing that Martha could do about it right now.

Martha could feel her breasts pushing tightly against his muscular chest and she feel the bulge in his pants that almost felt like it was thrusting against her satin briefs.

Martha silently cursed herself for underestimating her opponent.

She knew that she was overpowered, her dark eyes wide with shock.

You are nothing more than a black slut, gloated Steve as he held Martha in place.

No moaned Martha arching her back while trying to escape the hold, Uuggghhh..

As Steve held Martha in close, she groaned inwards feeling the immense strength he had. Her ribs were binding inwards and the air escaped her lungs.

Steve looked at down Marthas helpless eyes.

He could tell by looking into her eyes that she knew he was physically stronger than her and she was at his mercy!

Steve squeezed tighter and Marthas mouth jerked open gasping for air as she started to feel like she going to faint.

He jerked his arms in tighter, as though emphasizing his superiority.

To Marthas dismay she felt herself becoming aroused by the roughness of the way she was being handled. She always enjoyed rough contact sports, and some of her SWORD training had included amateur wrestling that she found very enjoyable. But she liked it even more when she was in control.

However nothing in her former wrestling days was in any way as exciting as this.

I think your actually liking this, arent you, gloated Steve.

Martha closed her eyes in despair. She felt exhausted, both mentally and physically. She cursed her body for betraying her deepest thoughts.

A small trickle of saliva started to drip from Marthas mouth as Steve squeezed even tighter. He released his grip slightly and then squeezed once more. The black womans legs jerked up in reaction to the pressure and it forced more saliva from her luscious mouth.

Slowly she felt her life slipping away from her, unable to take in any oxygen. Another jerk of her tormentors arms and one of her breasts popped out of her green satin bustier.

Steve could feel that the fight had left the black woman in green. Her large breasts were still pressed against his chest. He looked down and saw one them was now exposed.

Steve released his hold on his struggling captive. Martha feeling exhausted fell to her knees. Then she gasped as she felt his strong arms grab her from behind. However Martha now had more leverage on her now, as Steve leaned in Martha grabbed onto his arm and buckled her knees, and pulled his arm with her might. Her hips slammed into his bulge hard.

Steve as staggering on his feet.

Martha in an unexpectedly twirled around and then dropped to her knees before him. She made a fist and then delivered a sharp low blow between his legs.

Steve screamed, ARAAAGGGHHH!!!!!

He was staggering on his feet.

Martha grabbed the wet chloroform cloth she dropped earlier.

She moved around him as he was stunned and then leaped onto the muscular thugs back. It was like riding a horse as Martha wrapped her shapely toned legs around him. Her breasts where pressed his back as wrapped one arm around his waist and forced the wet chloroformed rag over his mouth and nose.

Damn it, Give in, demanded the black woman as held on to him hoping he breath deeply. She kicked his ribs with her knees as she rode from behind, Give in, damn it!!!!

Steve slowed and swayed. His head fell back and his knees buckled and he soon collapsed. The anesthetic claimed yet another victim.

After Martha bounded Steves arms and legs with her rope, she heard police sirens approaching. Her first victory, as she ran back upstairs.

Martha made it back to the office and she slipped out the window she entered through and using the grappling rope she scaled back down the wall.

As Police cars pulled up the front of the bank, Martha made it back to her bike. She was about to climb back abroad her bike and ride off when she heard someone yell, Freeze!!

Martha jerked her head back and saw a young rookie cop holding a gun in his hands pointed directly at her. He was well built with blond hair and blue eyes. He looked about the same age as her, maybe a year younger.

Listen Started Martha as she read the name badge on the officers uniform. It read Officer William Hardon. Officer Hardon?

Reading his name almost drew a chuckle of laughter from black vigilante.

No jokes, said William, Ive heard them all.

Sorry, said Martha, but I havent committed any crime!

Your fleeing the scene of a crime, he said, That should hold you over for questioning, that is if your not the thief who broke into that building. Now step away from that bike and walk toward me slowly.

Martha did as she was told moved slowly towards him, however she to chose to sway her hips. She walked slowly, swaying her ass and breasts seductively as she walked.

Very good, he said as lowered his weapon, Now place your hands on the roof of my patrol car and keep your lovely black legs spread were I can see them.

Martha placed her hands on the car roof and spread her legs as told.

You better frisk me, suggested Martha grinning hoping he would take the bait.

Wouldnt you rather a female officer did that, said the officer.

Martha frowned. Well at least he was a gentleman, she thought.

I might be dangerous, said Martha, Might be wise for your own protection.

Well your just asking for it arent you, he said moving in behind the black woman.

Martha then felt the officers hands slowly and carefully running down her body. His hands moved down her sides along the sides of her breasts, but he didnt give into the temptation of squeezing them. Martha couldnt decide to be relieved or disappointed.

The officers hands ran her stomach and then gently over her hips and ass making her gasp. He got bolder, even running his hands over her bare thighs. Martha would normally consider a police officer doing this as police brutality or sexual harassment, but she remembered she had gloated him into doing this and she kind of liked it.

Martha let out a soft sigh as the officers hands roamed down her long dark brown colored legs. He was definitely distracted, but so was she. It had been months since she had allowed a man to touch her like this.

Finally William patted down her green boots finding nothing.

"Now turn around," the policeman said, breathing with difficulty. He removed his nightstick from his belt and gently tapped the side of Marthas leg.

William couldnt resist the thoughts of what he could do to her luscious and voluptuous body.

"Officer, couldnt you just give me a ticket," Martha asked politely while turning around to face the officer. She moved closer, mashing her breasts against him.

William sighed, thinking both of the trouble he could get into, and of the pleasure he could have with this beautiful black woman. He sighed.

I I think I better handcuff you, said William as his hands on her hips began to push Martha away slowly.

Martha frowned feeling almost rejected. She then slammed her knee into his crotch crying, Sorry, baby wrong answer!

Suddenly as William was almost double over Martha grabbed the nightstick from his one hand and ripped the holster and gun off the rookies belt with her other hand. She opened the door to the patrol car and tossed the gun inside and then locked and slammed the door shut tight.

Martha quickly turned and face the officer again. He was bent over holding his groin, she felt sorry for having hit him there, and he was after all only doing his job.

The black vigilante grasped the handle of the wooden nightstick in her hand and then smacked nightstick gently between Williams legs. He groaned as he felt her rubbing the nightstick between his thighs.

Careful officer, teased the black woman in green, looks like you got a hard-on for me.

The rookie officer didnt know what to say or do as Martha moved closer and again mashed her voluptuous breasts against him. He still felt the rubbing of the nightstick between his legs as she kissed him on the lips. He didnt show any signs of resisting.

Then suddenly she wrapped her right leg around one of the officers and pushed him hard, tripping him. William was already off balanced and fell backwards crashing to the ground.

By the time the rookie officer managed to back up onto his feet the black woman in green had managed to climb back aboard her motorcycle. She drove past him and then back onto the street. A minute later other police cars finally arrived.

The rookie officer wondered how he was going to explain what had happened with the mysterious black woman and had she had slipped through his fingers using only her womanly charms. He felt so embarrassed.

Martha breathed a sigh of relief she had escaped from the rookie cop. That was more thrilling and daring than the fight with the two thieves inside the building.

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After the police cars arrived a short time after that. Once inside the bank they found freed the guards and they also found the thieves tied and gagged.

Captain Mary Langstrom was on hand as the arresting officer placed Linda and Steve in a patrol car to be taken to jail.

Mary Langstrom who was about twenty-nine years old and dressed in a standard but well decorated womans police uniform with a navy blue skirt that came down to her knees. Her blonde hair was straight and ran down to her shoulders. She had blues eyes

You want to tell me who did this to you, asked Captain Langstrom.

I didnt get a good look, said Linda, I was taken down from behind.

A woman, admitted Steve shamefully, A woman did this.

You want to tell me more about this amazing woman who defeated you, asked Mary.

She was black, explained Steve, and I think she was naked!

Take them away, Mary instructed the other officers.

Mary was feeling very tired. She didnt know what to make out of this quite yet.

Captain Langstrom knew that the thieves would be questioned again once they got back to the precinct. Maybe then their answers would make more sense.

Mary was a widowed mother and she had an eight-year-old son at home that was now with a nanny. All she really wanted to do now was to go home, but she had a feeling this would be a long night.

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Two weeks later

Martha Knight was at her apartment; she had just finished a heavy session of aerobics and collapsed in a pile of sweat and exhaustion on her sofa. Her every muscle was toned to perfection, the result of daily exercise and endless hours in a gym.

She moaned as she picked up the remote off the floor and turned the television. She would relax as she watched the evening news.

In other news the mysterious vigilante hounding the streets of Metro City struck again last night, stopping a bank robber, said the young and perky reporter on the television. Police have confirmed the rumors of the vigilante being a naked woman are false, but the vigilante is in truth a young black woman wearing a green bustier and satin briefs. The police are unable to identify the identity of the woman, but have warrant for her arrest! The chief of police Mark Buck said that the vigilante is a menace to society and that

Martha had heard enough. She pressed the button on the remote and turned the television off.

Damn, muttered Martha as she closed her eyes and leaned back in the sofa, Even after all I went through last night the police and the general public still dont trust me!

Martha realized of course that if the police in Metro City was now as corrupt as Jim Ross had suspected then chances are she would never be on good terms with them.

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Meanwhile elsewhere

The tallest skyscraper in Metro City was called Enterprise Towers. It was owned by Richard Polaski, a man whos family name played a big role in the development and building of Metro City. He was the heir to the empire so to say inheriting the ownership and control of half the businesses in Metro City.

The gentleman sat down in his new office and overlooked his view of the entire city. He considered it the best possible view of the entire city.

He was dressed in a custom made Italian suit. He stood about six foot four inches tall, his body was very well built almost like a brick. He had short red hair and blue eyes. He was thirty-seven years of age.

Richard was listening to the radio, he didnt like what he was hearing.

Since the first appearance of the mysterious vigilante crime in Metro City has dropped ten percent, said the reporter. In other news...

Richard switched off the radio, just as the phone rang. He answered it quickly.

Hello sir, said the cowarding voice of the other man on the phone, Sorry I was

Save your excuses Buck, shouted Richard slamming his fist down hard on the desk, I have been listening to the news and I am not been pleased with what I have been hearing! This vigilante woman is proving to be too much of a threat to simply be allowed to run loose!

Ive got an APB out for her arrest, claimed Buck.

That doesnt impress me, Buck, yelled Richard, With all the resources and official manpower available to you in your office you could take over the city stopping one mere vigilante in a timely fashion should not be that difficult!

I will

You better, said Richard, I have too much invested in Metro City, to all allow one vigilante one woman to spoil my plans! Dont forget Buck, that it was through my leverage over the mayor that made you the chief of police, I put you into that office, and I can take you out of it!

When Richard slammed the phone down, he looked up and noticed his younger sister Rachel Polaski had entered the room. She was nineteen years old and a red headed vision of beauty.

Having a bad day big brother, Rachel cooed, she had an evil grin on her face.

How long have you been at the foot of the door spying on my conversation, asked Richard pouring himself a glass of wine.

Long enough, she teased, I see your finally having second thoughts about having placed Buck in that office, I warned you he couldnt handle the job!

We need somebody in that office we can control, said Richard.

Oh I agree, said Rachel, We need somebody in that office to sure that deaths of our beloved parents remains labeled as accidental and not as homicide!

Its not just that dear sister, said Richard. If it wasnt for our family name, there would no Metro City. Ever since the deaths of our parents we inherited ownership of half of the businesses and buildings in Metro. We own the city and even since Ive placed the citys mayor in our back pocket, weve been secretly been running it as well.

Weve been buying off cops having them turn the other check, look the other direction to maintain that control too, said Rachel. I believe it might be wise to establish better control of the office of the chief of people, if Buck cant be trusted to do the job we want then I say in few years well have to replace him.

With who, said Richard sipping his wine.

Me! said Rachel. I plan join the police to obtain a position of power. The ultimate goal seizing the office of the chief of police!

That could take years, said Richard.

Maybe so, said Rachel, but it be years well spent!

Just then Richards assistant and lover Amanda Bakely entered the room. She was a beautiful black woman with long straight black hair that was kept tied in a bun, she was about six foot, dressed in a black business skirt and blazer. She had a hard body, and she probably sent a lot of time in the gym.

Even Rachel couldn't help but be impressed by her figure at times.

Richard and Rachel had known her for years. She was currently Richards lover, though the two were not in love with each other. Their interest in each other was on sex alone.

For a moment Rachel pondered the idea that Amanda, could be the mysterious black female vigilante, then easily dismissed the idea cause Amanda herself had been involved in their groups most shady dealings.

Freeman is here to see you sir, said Amanda.

Freeman, asked Rachel, whos that?

A new hired gun, said Amanda.

A new hired gun, asked Rachel. Then she smiled as she realized what her brother was up to. Planning to kill off the vigilante before she comes a pain in your neck, big brother?

Lets just say that youre not the only one with a plan, said Richard.

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An hour later

Freeman was leaving Enterprise Towers. He had gotten the job, but he was even more surprised as to who his first target was going to be. Of all the people in the world, fate must have been kind to him, or so he thought.

As Freeman was in the parking garage heading to his car he noticed a black van suddenly drive up and block his path. The vehicle parked and then two men dressed in black stepped out.

Who the hell are you, demanded Freeman.

The men didnt answer him. One of them pulled out a dart gun and when Freeman saw the weapon he started running in the opposite direction. The man holding the gun quickly aimed and fired a dart into the back of Freemans neck.

Freeman instantly reached back and pulled the dart out of his neck. He felt weak and dizzy and started to stagger as he ran. The drugs were in his blood system and he soon fell face first to the ground.

The two men picked Freeman up by his shoulders and dragged him back to the van. They threw unconscious man inside the van and slammed the sliding door shut and then simply got back inside the vehicle and drove off.

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Hours later elsewhere that night

William Hardon was taking a shower. He scrubbed the soap maniacally as his thoughts kept drifting to the encounter with the black vigilante. He rinsed himself off and then shut off the shower.

He slid the shower curtain back and stepped out of the tub wrapping a blue towel around his waist. He headed back into the bedroom. He was beat it was already 3 a.m.

He turned on a lamp that was positioned on a table next to the bed.

Nice place you have here officer, spoke a womans voice.

The vigilante, William gasped as saw the young black woman in green step out of the shadows.

Martha disliked being called that. She hoped that the press would eventually pick another name for her, something that would demand a bit more authority and respect.

You made a mistake coming here, criminal, the young rookie officer proclaimed as he held out his hand showing her to yield. Dont move, youre under arrest! Im going to take you in!

It appears you seem a little underdressed to be taking me out anywhere, Martha teased the officer as she stare up and down his body and then into his eyes. Besides you wont arrest me. I can see it in yours eyes your too tempted by me handsome.

What makes you think Id desire you, asked William.

From the kiss I gave you that night our paths first crossed, said Martha, If you were raciest or was unattractive by me you would have rejected to my kiss completely, instead that night I could feel your lips melting under mine.

The black woman in green gave the young white officer a wicked smile as she looked at his body, sizing him up.

Martha moved closer to William as he stood before the bed. He backed up a step realizing then that if he took another step that it would cause him to trip and he probably would land on the bed on his back.

My my I can see you have been working out at the gym, purred Martha placing her gloved hands on his bare muscular chest. Im surprised you dont have a live-in lover.

The towel around Williams waist loosened and then fell to the floor. Martha couldnt help but glance downward and admire the young officer in all his glory.

I can see your more aroused by me that I thought, said Martha as she stared down at his anatomy and then gripped Williams harden cock with her gloved hand. She smiled giving the hard cock a tight squeeze, Tell me my fine white stud, are you a virgin?

Martha couldnt believe she just asked that. Having this alter ego allowed her to explore a whole new side of her personality. She was now acting out things that she had only dreamed about doing for years and she loved every minute of it.

I Im no virgin, said the young officer almost shuddering as he felt the leather gloved hands slide across chest down to his toned stomach.

Have sex often, asked Martha jerking the cock in her hand slightly.

No, moaned the officer, Only once.

Martha asked, With that much experience, you might as well be a virgin.

Maybe, replied William.

In my eyes your still a virgin, explained Martha while jerking his cock hard in her leather hand. She saw William was now biting his lip hard and sweat was running down his face. Martha grinned realizing that she had made her point a little too clearer than necessary and eased her grip, Dont worry baby, I wont hurt you much.

Martha cleared her throat.

Now listen up stud, said Martha in her most dominant tone of voice. I want to have sex with you tonight, but Im not looking for a future husband, and I dont want one. My only interest in you is sexual, I need a lover without the restraints of actually being in love. Youll be nothing more than sex-toy and this relationship ends whenever I begin to feel attached to you.

With that Martha released her hold on the young officers cock. She then placed her hands back on his chest.

Let me get this straight, you want me to be your sex slave, asked William still not completely believing what was happening.

No, said Martha, Although I like the feeling of control, I would prefer to think of you as a lover than a concubine. I would like to think I would be satisfying your sexual needs as well as mine own. However I will not force myself on you. If youre not interested in having a sexual relationship with me, or do not feel comfortable having one with me under my limiting terms than say so and Ill leave now. The choice is yours.

William paused as thought all this through. This black woman who was vigilante already wanted by the police wanted him to serve as a mate and lover, but without having a relationship with her other than of sex. If he agreed to it this would go a lot further then adding and abetting a known fellow. However she was like no other woman he had ever seen before. Should he dare pass this type of opportunity by?

I I accept, William finally answered.

I knew you would, said Martha gloved still exploring the young officers chest.

Okay, he breathed, Im ready

Hearing that Martha laughed.

Now dont get too excited on me stud, the black woman teased in her most sexiest voice. I think we shall try a kiss first.

But before William could say anything Martha put her arms around him and gave him a long, vigorous kiss. Her gloved hands roamed over his body.

Martha ended the kiss and grasped William's shoulders.

"Mmmm, that was delicious dear," Martha purred. "Shall we try some more?"

Without waiting for a reply Martha embraced William again, only this time she leaned her full weight against him, her green clad breasts pressed against his chest and made him stumble backwards onto the bed.

William landed on the center of the bed on his back and Marthas body landed atop his. She wasted no time, and quickly the young black woman sat down on his naked body and straddled his legs.

Why did you pick me, asked young police officer as was pinned.

What do you mean, asked Martha.

Do you know how beautiful you are? he whispered. Do you know how desirable you are? You could have any man you wanted, so why me?

You known, its not easy to make me blush, said Martha. Truth is I picked you probably cause you looked and acted so clean-cut and innocent compared to some of the scum Ive been fighting these last few weeks.

William slid his hands across Marthas bare shoulders and grasped her toned arms in each hand squeezing her slightly. Martha wanted to sigh as she felt him release his grip and moved both his hands to her waist.

Im not that innocent, he said.

Martha felt Williams hands slide up her torso and cupped her green clad breasts. She took a deep breath that caused her upper chest to rise.

Martha breathed, Good.

The black woman then gasped as she felt the young officers fingers slide underneath her green bustier exploring her vulnerable flesh, squeezing gently and hardening her nipples with a firm pinch.

I cant believe this is happening, said the young rookie officer as he fondled the black vigilantes breasts. This has to be a dream of some kind.

Believe what you will baby, said Martha trying sound dominant, but leaning more towards ecstasy, but dont stop!

Martha became really aroused when William leaned began licking the inside of her ear with his tongue. Her eyes widened as she felt a stirring in her crotch. He continued to massage her flesh and her vagina began to grow moist.

Martha moved her hands behind her back, finding the zipper and slowly pulling it down. She felt her costume begin to compress against officers hands, as he slid Marthas green bustier open revealing her naked breasts.

She could feel his hardening cock rubbing against her green satin covered crotch. This made the black vigilante feel very aroused and became wet.

Marthas arousal grew as he continued to fondle her flesh. She began to pant while he pressed her breasts together into mounds of cleavage, then pulled them apart again.

Kiss me, she ordered.

William wasted no time planting his lips deeply onto hers. Martha forced her tongue in his mouth, probing and exploring inside his mouth, then pulled slowly back.

Wait just a sec, said Martha softly.

Martha slowly unstraddled Williams legs and stood up from the bed. She unlatched her utility belt and slid it off her waist dropping it to the floor. Then after she removed her gloves she grasped the edges of her green trunks and pulled them down.

The black woman climbed back onto the bed wearing only the green leather boots. She waved her thighs open and straddled Williams hips again. Martha rubbed her wet cunt against the tip of his cock head teasingly. Then she lowered herself onto his waiting cock, slamming her cunt all the way down as the start for an exhilarating ride.

The young black womans shapely hips thrust and pounded as she impaled herself on the young white hardened cock. Martha could feel him plant both of his hands onto her hips as she rode him vigorously.

William had felt like he had been forced to drive his cock into the black womans femininity. It was clear that she was in control of him now and she was now directing how she was going to be fucked.

Martha felt Williams cock grow ever larger inside her womb. She built up a rhythm while on top of him.

OOOOOOOOAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! Martha screamed as she had her first orgasm of the night. The orgasm consumed her, her every muscle froze in perfect ecstasy. She felt thundering shudders running up and down her spine.

Martha then felt William running his hands along her large breasts. He squeezed them again and ran his fingertips over her erect nipples. He thrilled at the touch of her chocolate colored skin. Her skin felt so soft.

William tweaked the nipples and kissed Martha again deeply as she moaned softly. He gazed at the firm breasts with dark brown nipples.

Martha smiled wrapping her arms around him, pressing the full weight of her naked body against him. She enjoyed rubbing her breasts into his smooth muscular chest. The feeling this caused felt great for both of them.

Martha then wrapped her arms around Williams shoulders. She then directed and lowered his bead head into her wonderful breasts.

The young officer started to suck on her nipples. Her nipples became hard in his mouth. Her breasts were so soft and scrumptious. He continued to lick and suck on them.

Oh yesssss, moaned Martha swaying her head back and closing her eyes. She enjoyed how William licked and stroked her breasts with his tongue and the way he sucked and gently nibbled on her nipples made her moan in ecstasy.

As the next few hours went by Martha had numerous orgasms and William climaxed inside her several times. The orgasms continued to reverberate through her, forcing her to thrash and moan uncontrollably. She was in ecstasy.

Marthas muscles contracted and relaxed, she arched her back feeling every nerve ending felt alive with pleasure. She opened her eyes wide as she dismounted herself off of Williams cock and slid her body onto the bed so she could lay side by side with him in the bed.

Martha had a satisfied grin on her face.

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The next morning

The sound of taxis honking two blocks below woke Martha Knight awake. The sun was streaming in the open window and she could see blue sky beyond. The sun was directly on her face and the glare of its light kept her from falling back asleep.

Martha stretched out her arms and then stretched the rest of her body slowly under the sheets.

William was still asleep beside her under the soft silk sheet.

The black vigilante tilted her head back and looked at the clock on the far wall. It was 10:36am. She had over slept.

Martha had promised Jasmine that they would have an early lunch together at eleven. She could still make the appointment, but she would have to leave right now.

Martha carefully got out of bed and gathered up her costume off the floor. She silently walked into the bathroom and silently shut the door.

In moments she again dressed in green bustier and satin green shorts. She slid her gloves back on and then wrapped her utility belt back around her waist.

Martha looked at herself in the mirror. Martha thought about combing her hair, but as she studied her long curly raven long hair that came down to her shoulders she decided against it. It always amazed Martha how her hair always seemed so perfect, even like this after just waking up. At times she even thought it was unnatural.

Martha returned to the bedroom. She looked at William sleeping peacefully alone the bed. She leaned down and silently kissed him on the lips. He began to stir after receiving the kiss.

She knew it was time to go.

Vigilante, called William as slid his hand across the bed to the spot where she had sleep.

William rubbed his eyes and then opened them. He found the room empty and the window to the bedroom ajar. The mysterious black vigilante was gone.

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Somewhere else

The electronic sliding door hissed open just as the arch villain known as the Evil Warlord stepped into his main control room of his lair. He was dressed in black armor bodysuit. He wore a black iron mask that concealed his whole face with the exception of his eyes and mouth that could be seen through holes in the iron mask. He also had on iron gauntlets and wore a black cloak.

The Evil Warlord faced his most loyal servant and trusted friend the lovely Valentine Gemini. She was about five foot eight inches tall, with dark reddish hair and sparkling green eyes. She was dressed in a tight red leather bodysuit and had knee high leather boots that made her look a lot taller then what she really was.

The microchip was drilled and implanted inside the test-subjects tooth as you requested master, said Valentine, If Freeman believes he is defeated that the mind control devise will make him disclose the name Richard Polaski as his employer, and then Freeman will have an overwhelming urge to commit suicide!

And his memories of his abduction, he asked.

They were removed, said Valentine, We returned him to his car with an implanted memory that will make him believe that after his meeting with Polaski he was so tired that he took a nap inside his car. This will account for him the missing hours while he was abducted.

Good, said the Evil Warlord, Everything is falling into place.

Our plan only works if the black vigilante defeats Freeman, explained Valentine Gemini, If he should prove victorious, our plan will be ruined!

He wont be, explained the Evil Warlord. Freeman doesnt realize yet that the cards are stacked against him!

Master, started Valentine, If everything goes as planned, not only will we implicate Richard Polaskis name in the kidnapping of the police captain, but no one will ever suspect that we were involved in this or that we even exist.

As it should be, said the Evil Warlord, When the time comes for me to conquer this city then people will tremble my name in respect and fear! Until then I must continue to secretly build a power base within Metro City which I have been doing so years now! However I cannot allow the Polaski clan or anyone else to grow too powerful and then beat me to the punch. Nor will I have my plans for conquering Metro City and then the world be ruined by a female vigilante, no matter how attractive she may be!

Shall I kill her, asked Valentine.

No, said the Evil Warlord, Doing so now may draw attention to ourselves, and besides in time she could prove very useful to us.

How? Valentine asked.

I think it might be possible to corrupt her, explained the Evil Warlord.

I see, mused Valentine as she watched her master carefully, he was talking about the vigilante as if he was a boy talking about his new pet. Valentine Gemini had to ask, I take it you then that you want to have your way with her?

The Warlord didnt answer her. He just breathed heavily under his ironed mask.

Enough, he finally said changing the topic, I have someplace else to be this night and I dont have time for this pointless debate!

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Elsewhere that night

Captain Mary Langstrom was exhausted as she was driving home for a well a deserved rest. However as she was heading home she noticed a car pulled over to the side road.

The policewoman pulled her patrol car over along side the other car. Mary picked up her flash light and stepped outside. She headed over to the other car.

Thank God, said Amanda as Captain Langstrom approach her car. My cars battery is dead and left me stranded in the middle of the road!

So I see, asked Mary, Mind if I see your drivers license?

Not at all, said Amanda as she handed over the drivers license from her purse.

Mary looked the drivers license over. She had a gut feeling that something was wrong and maybe it would be a good idea to run Amanda Bakelys name through her cars computer and make sure that she wasnt a wanted felon or at least that she didnt have any outstanding parking tickets.

Jack Freeman hid behind the other side of Amandas car crouched down on his hands and knees. As he saw the policewoman heading back to her patrol car, he knew it was time to strike.

The police captain returned to her patrol car. Just as she inserted the key and opened the door, she heard the sound someone rushing up behind her. She just managed to turn her as a forceful hand holding a damp rag covered her nose and mouth.

Mary began to scream as her attackers strong arm wrapped around her waist and held her tight, but her screams where her undoing. Her screams quickly became slurred mumbles. She slowly sank to her knees and blackness soon enveloped her.

Assured that his victim was out from the chloroform, the attacker scooped Mary up into his arms and carried her back to his awaiting car.

Light as a feather, Freeman said.

That was easier than we planned, smiled Amanda who waited by the car. She opened the trunk and Freeman placed Mary inside. Once she was inside the trunk sleeping peacefully, he closed the trunk door.

Then Freeman and Amanda walked around and climbed inside the front of the car and simply drove off into the night.

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An Hour later

After dropping off Amanda at her house as planned, Freeman returned his motel room carrying Mary Langstrom in his arms into the room.

Freeman placed the police captain down the carpeted floor. He rolled her over onto her stomach and then he got some rope.

He tied the policewomans arms together behind her back. Then he tied Marys legs together.

Soon after that Mary started to stir.

Uggghhh she moaned. Wha Whats going on?

Ill tell you whats going on, Freeman gloated. You where just kidnapped! And now youre going to be my sex toy for the night!

Mary Langstrom wiggled around, trying to get loosen her bounds. She was trying to get free, but all she seemed to accomplish was to get her navy blue uniform skirt brushed up further showing her bare smooth thighs as squirmed around the carpeted floor.

Freeman grabbed her roughly by the ankles and Mary struggled furiously as he dragged her to the bed. Mary looked about anxiously. Her eyes were full of desperation.

I know your husband has been dead many years now, but thats no excuse for a beautiful woman not to have sex again, Freeman cooed in Marys ear as he began slowly unbuttoning the front of the police captains uniform. Letting her uniform hang open, he could see her light blue bra that restrained and held her large round breasts.

You monster! How dare you treat me like this, snapped Mary as she still was struggling to escape, I am a police captain!

That just turns me on, Freeman whispered into her ear.

Freeman bent down and lifted the policewoman into his arms and then placed her down on to the bed. He rolled her over onto her stomach. Freeman reached and picked up the needle he had placed on the table by the right side of the bed. Soon after that Mary felt him inject needle through her skirt and into her ass.

Freeman explained, Not only will this drug make you a more willing partner, but when you awake you tomorrow you will remember nothing of this!

With that Freeman untied Marys ropes around her arms and legs and rolled then he rolled her back over so she was lying on her back.

Freeman forced Mary to lift up her arms so he could remove the bra she was wearing. He did so and threw it aside in the corner of the room. Her breasts popped out, they stood out high and proud as if they were happy to be free and unrestrained.

NOOO!!! cried Mary.

Mary Langstrom knew she was in danger, but the drug injected into her bloodstream where now begging to start to take effect. She was feeling lightheaded and mind was becoming cloudy.

Meanwhile Freeman couldn't help but admire the beauty of the policewomans full breasts.

Next, Freeman unbuckled the policewomans belt and then seductively slid it off the waistband of the navy blue skirt. He gently worked his thumbs into the waistband of the skirt and worked it down over her hips. He took great pleasure slowly sliding the skirt down police captains long smooth legs.

The policewomans lacy panties she had been wearing were now hanging in tatters on her hips. Marys pussy was in his plain sight.

Freeman placed his hands roughly on her legs and forced her to spread her legs apart wider.

I will make you feel so good, Freeman promised as he brought his face toward Mary's pussy. The policewoman found the motor control over her own limbs slipping away thanks to the drugs in her bloodstream.

"Noooo" the Mary protested weakly as he brought his mouth deep into her pussy. Freeman opened his mouth and began to lick Marys cunt. She pleaded, Uggghhh You cant Ohhhh do this to.. to Uggghhh me Im a police captainUgghhh oh my

Freeman didnt respond to policewomans pleas. He just continued licking and stroking his tongue deep into her wet pussy, which caused her to orgasm.

Ummmno.dont, said Mary weakly, her struggling became lesser and lesser.

The drugs were making Marys mind feel very passive. The policewoman had never had oral performed on her before, this a pleasure all new to her, but in her drugged out mind she still tried to resist although she helpless and could do absolutely nothing to stop him.

Freeman slurped the drugged policewomans wet juiced. When he continued stroking his tongue roughly inside for awhile until thirty minutes later he finally got bored with it and pulled his head away.

He unbuttoned his pants and tugged them down his hips. He straddled her waist and then he thrusted his cock in hard and deep inside Mary Langstrom.

OhUGGGHHHHH!!!. NOOO. Mary moaned.

Freeman paused allowing his cock to settle deep inside Marys cunt. Then he began stroking his cock inside her with small motions, building a rhythm slowly. Freeman went deeper and deeper, and began thrusting himself harder into the drugged policewoman.

URGGHHH!!! Ohhhhh Ughhhhh.. The police officer moaned as she was impaled on Freemans hard cock. It continued to thrust it in and out of her deeply. Deeper and Deeper. Harder and Harder.

Mary's moaning continued and then the sounds became louder and louder, as the unwanted pleasure began to effect her lovely drugged body. Suddenly the policewomans arms went around his neck and her long smooth legs lifted and wrapped themselves around Freemans torso, crossing over his tight butt.

Uggghhhh please ahhhhohhhhh. Ohhhh ohhh oh yeahhh Mary said weakly as the last of her resistance finally broke.

Freeman loved the changed expression of the beautiful drugged policewoman. She was in another world now, a drug induced ecstasy. Marys thoughts and cares were nothing now but of sexual bliss and pleasure.

With every hard stroke of his hard cock, Freeman gave the policewoman a feeling of forbidden sexual pleasure that she hadnt felt in years.

Suddenly her arms and legs tightened and she moaned "Ohhhhhh, I'm cumming.........".

After Mary and Freeman both climaxed together for yet another time. The drugs finally overtook Mary completely and already exhausted from the rough lovemaking she passed out drifting off into slumber.

Freeman just laughed triumphantly.

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The following night

Martha entered Williams apartment though the window of his bedroom. The room was dark, but she could see William sitting on the edge of his bed. He was dressed in his police uniform.

Hello vigilante, William greeted her as the black woman in green approached him. I know your not here tonight for sex.

Thats right, she said, Whats the latest of Captain Langstroms kidnapping?

We know the kidnapping is a man and that Mary Langstrom was abducted around midnight as she was driving home, explained William.

Anything you can tell thats not been already mentioned on the evening news, asked Martha.

Did you know the kidnapper demanded that he would release Mary for another hostage, asked William.

No, said Martha. Who does he really want?

You, said William. He wants you.

Did he give the police the location of where he was holding the Captain, Martha asked.

Not exactly, said William pulling a piece of paper from the pocket of his pants, He left a message for the replacement hostage on where the trade off was to take place, but theres a hitch the message is encrypted. The other officers on the case cant seem to brake the code, ether that or theyre not trying hard enough. I know Im just a rookie cop, but even I know most of the cops in Metro City are corrupt.

Mary Langstroms isnt corrupt, asked Martha.

No, said William, Shes one of the best. In fact I think she should be the chief of police and not that dirt bag Mark Buck!

Let take a look at that code, said Martha taking the folded up piece of paper from Williams hand.

Martha looked over encrypted message. It was a series of numbers and letters. Marthas eyes widen in disbelief and anger.

This code she said, This code is a SWORD binary encryption code!

A sword what, asked William.

Its like morse code, said Martha, expect only agents trained by SWORD use it!

Whats SWORD, asked William.

Its better that you dont know, said Martha.

Does it say where Mary is being held, asked William.

Yes, answered Martha. She is being held at an apartment in the green light district.

Shady part of town, said William. He turned around to pick up the phone. Which apartment is she being held in?

William turned around and noticed that the mysterious black vigilante was already gone.

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Moments later Martha rode through Metro City on her motorcycle to the location

Unpleasant thoughts were running through Marthas head. The message was meant for only her to decode, but who in SWORD would kidnap Mary Langstrom? Although no one in Metro City recognized her as Martha Knight there were plenty of people in SWORD who probably knew who she was. All agents of SWORD were sworn to an oath of secrecy. Who would betray their oath?

When Martha arrived outside the apartment building she saw a man standing outside the entrance to the building. It was the man who had betrayed his oath.

Ensign Jack Freeman, Martha said in disgusted as she got off her bike.

Not an ensign anymore thanks to you slut, said Freeman angrily. I was court-martialed and then thrown out of SWORD completely! I was humiliated and now its payback time!

So you kidnapped Mary Langstrom out of an act of revenge to get back at me, said Martha.

Dont flatter yourself, said Freeman, When I was thrown out of SWORD, I came to Metro City merely looking for work, knowing a few connections with the citys underground I was hired to eliminate the citys newest vigilante. Imagine my surprise when I looked at the photos and saw that it was you!

Since you knew my identity why did you kidnap the Langstrom woman and come at me directly, asked Martha.

Because I was ordered to, said Freeman. You see I never revealed to my employer your true identity. You my issues with you are personal and I dont want outsider getting to you first!

Wheres Mary Langstrom, demanded Martha.

Inside, said Freeman, Ive been waiting outside here all night for you to arrive. If you want to rescue her you have to go through me first!

Gladly, said Martha as she balled her hands into fists as she stepped towards him.

Martha ran forward and lunged herself towards Freeman attacking him a series of punches and kicks. Freeman held his own against her blocking almost all her attacks.

Martha pulled a rag of chloroform from her utility belt and quickly moved behind Freeman.

Suddenly Marthas hand holding the rag of chloroform clamped down over Freeman's mouth and pulled him back. The villain struggled, but managed to not breath in too much of the fumes. He grabbed the arm and twisting it. With an elbow smash, he sent Martha staggering backward. Spinning around, he give Martha a roundhouse kick that connected across the black woman's head and she fell to the ground moaning

Freeman smiled as saw knocked Martha down. He then saw the rag of chloroform on the ground and quickly picked it up.

Before Martha could get up off her knees, Freemans hand holding the rag of chloroform that once belong to Martha clamped down over her nose and mouth while Freemans other hand wrapped around her waist holding the black bombshell in place.

"HEY! What the fuck.. mmhhhhhh!!!" Martha cried as Freeman held her tightly from behind.

Martha started to pull at Freeman's hand but found her strength already waining.

She started to panic as chloroform started to work its magic on her. She wrestled and struggled to escape Freemans grasp, but she grew ever more weak and tires with each passing moment breathed in the overwhelming fumes.

Freeman hung onto the black vigilante and held her fast as the ether dampened her enraged spirit, drawing her deeper and deeper under its spell. Finally her eyes closed and Martha Knight drifted into an induced slumber.

The villain laughed and he bent down and swung Martha over his shoulder and then carried her inside the building.

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Mary was asleep when Freeman returned and entered the room. The police captain was stirred awake as she heard Freemans boots tapping on the floor. She saw that over Freemans shoulder was the unconscious female black vigilante in green.

Wha? Mary asked sleepily.

Mary Langstrom was now bound to a wooden chair dressed in only her bra and panties. The officer was tied hand and foot with rope. She was unable to move.

The police captain noticed that the black woman in green hung limply over him, her face hidden by her dark black raven hair, her arms and hands dangling limply. When he turned, Mary could see that the black womans long legs dangling while spread apart, her green boots hung from her knees weakly, bouncing as the villain walked.

Freeman walked over to the bed and lowered Martha onto it. He then removed Marthas utility belt from around her waist and tossed it aside landing on the floor by Marys bare feet.

What are you going to do her, asked the police officer afraid.

Nothing as intense as I plan to do to her, he chuckled as he slid Marthas green boots off her feet, She deserves an extraordinary pleasurable and erotic death!

Freeman grinned wickedly as his hands squeezed, fondled, and groped the black womans green clad breasts. He added, When she wakes up her death will be very exciting and erotic!

Uggghhhh moaned Martha as she started to wake. The chloroform she had been exposed to had been a very potent. It felt like she had sleep for days.

Have a pleasant dream bitch, asked Freeman as he reached down, grabbing a fistful of Marthas luxurious black hair. He twisted it painful so Martha would look up to him.

This is just like you Freeman, said Martha, Im not surprised though you could never take me in a fair fight!

Is that what you think?! yelled Freeman pulling off his shirt. If you think you can take me with without your precious utility belt come on and lets party!

Martha shook her head, still trying to clear the cobwebs as she moved off the bed and followed Freeman. They moved to the center of the room. Martha watched him carefully like a cat stalking its prey.

Come on, shouted Freeman.

Suddenly Martha kicked and slammed her bare foot into Freemans crotch. He screamed in pain dropping his knees.

I forgot to tell you, said Martha, I dont play fair either, bastard.

Then the two both at each other colliding head on. For a moment they danced about in the center of the living room area. All Mary Langstrom could do was watch helplessly as the victor of this fight would no doubt decide her fate.

Martha and Freeman wrestled as each one attempted to gain control of the other, pulling and pushing each other into the walls, they knocked over tables, chairs and shelves, while trying to throw the other off balance. This giving apartment style wrestling new meaning.

Freeman eventually managed to get behind Martha and he threw his left arm around black woman's neck, cutting off her air supply and grabbed her black hair again painfully with his right hand.

Araagghh the black vigilante.

Martha fought back by throwing elbows violently.

"Ahhh" Freeman cried out.

Freeman released the black heroine as one of her elbows caught him in the pit of his toned stomach and he sagged backwards.

Martha started to move quickly towards him. She threw her fists and went on fighting. Freeman was taken off guard and the blows aimed at his stomach knocked the wind out of him completely. He was on the ropes.

Freeman walked backwards almost helpless as Marthas blows left him staggering. Thinking that Freeman was easily beaten Martha went in for the kill and lunged after him. However this prove to be a big mistake.

Freeman quickly grabbed Marthas wrist and redirected her into the sofa.

Before she could stop her momentum, Martha crashed into the sofa. She felt helpless as her hips hit the arm of the sofa. Her body rolled over the arm of the sofa and she soon felt her upper body over the cushions as the rest of her dangled over the arm of the sofa.

Freeman laughed as he saw Marthas green clad ass jutting in the air, her long ebony skinned legs and lower body off the side of the sofa. He placed his left hand of Marthas back and pressed down hard.

Time for your spanking bitch, said Freeman as he raised his hand in then slapped Marthas firm ass as hard as could a few times hoping to make it shake like jelly.

NOOO!!! cried Martha as she felt Freemans hand striking her ass again and again.

Martha kicked her left leg out backwards as she leaned over the side of the sofa, her left leg swung right between Freemans legs and connected hard against his manhood.

ARRRAGGHH!! he cried doubling over onto his knees.

A look of determination crossed Marthas beautiful face as she suddenly leaped upward, pivoting her graceful body, as she flipped over the sofa like a gymnast, her bare feet landed gracefully on the ground.

Martha quickly turned around and lunged straight towards her enemy. Then she jumped up and delivered a roundhouse kick, the heel of her bare foot connected with Freemans jaw. The force of the kick knocked Freeman flying to the floor.

After Freeman shook the cobwebs out of his head he then looked up seeing the black vigilante towering over him.

Martha reached out, placing her hands around Freemans throat. She slowly squeezed, easily ignoring his little resistance. His eyes began to bulge, as the black woman slowly tightened her grip.

Tell me who you were working with, demanded Martha, Give me the name!

Richard Polaski Freeman choked, But that is the least of your worries.

Oh really, mused Martha.

I know your secret identity vigilante, said Freeman laughing, Think how many people I can tell it to. I can tell other criminals, the press, anyone! The only way you can stop me is if you kill me!

Martha was tempted to, Freeman had attempted to rape her in the past, and who knows what he did to the police captain while she was his prisoner.

Thats it he muttered, kill me. Then no one will trust you.

Martha looked at him coldly. His life was literally in her hands. She blinked.

No, said the black vigilante, I now your looking for easy way out, I wont kill you. You will be sent away to for at least twenty years for the crimes you have committed here tonight. As for my secret identity you can tell the world and I wont care, because Martha Knight isnt anybody famous, and isnt easily recognized in a crowd. Plus you lack proof, evidence that the two are somehow linked or connected!

Slowly the black womans gripped loosened. With a quick jerk, Martha pulled her hands from around his throat, letting him drop to the floor as he gasped for air.

Martha walked over Mary Langstrom. She bent down and began to untie the police officer

Are you alright, asked the black vigilante in green. What do you remember?

I remember I was driving home thats it, said Mary as Martha helped her to her feet, Who are you?

A friend, said Martha.

Suddenly Freeman had gotten to his feet and pulled a knife. He glared at Martha who had her back turned. Then he lunged himself at her, ready to stab her in the back.

Look out, screamed Mary.

Martha in the nick of time twisted her body around and caught Freemans wrist and slammed it against the side of the wall knocking the knife out of his hand. Then Martha raised and slammed her knee into Freemans stomach at the same time she released his wrist.

Its over Freeman, said Martha, Youve lost!

Yes I see that now, said Freeman, But I remember SWORD training very well and do prefer death over capture

With that Freeman turned around and lunged himself towards the widow. His body drove into it, smashing threw the glass and he fell three floors to his death.

Martha and Mary Langstrom looked over ledge of the widow.

He chose suicide over being caught, said Mary, Why?

Only one answer comes to mind, said Martha, Madness.

The sound of police sirens came next. Martha knew her work here was done and it was time to go.

I suppose you better leave, said Captain Langstrom.

Martha nodded and did just that after she collected her boots and her utility belt.

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Martha returned to Williams apartment and entered though the window of his bedroom. This was a scene Martha felt she was repeating of often than she would care for. She felt herself becoming to attached to these visits and she realized then that this would be her last visit.

The lights were on this time and William was standing in the room to greet her.

He greeted her and wrapped his arms around Marthas waist. Im glad youre alright I was worried.

Martha kissed him on the lips and then gently pushed herself free of his arms.

We cant do this anymore, Martha told him softly.

Why not, he asked, You cant admit you dont feel anything for me?

I know, said Martha as she turned to leave, And that is why our relationship is over.

William paused in shock. He closed his eyes and said, I understand

Martha exited through the balcony she had entered through swinging on grappling rope. She had to admit that William took the news of being dumped pretty well.

William closed the window. He could smell the crime-fighters heavy perfume in the air.

Not saying a word he walked across the room to the walk-in closet. He walked in and pushed a button on a control panel that hung attached to the wall. The wall slid open like a door revealing a small hidden room where a costume had been hidden.

Your wrong vigilante, said William grinning as he held up the iron black mask of costume, Our relationship is far from over!

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An hour later somewhere else

The Evil Warlord entered the war-room of his headquarters. He immediately spotted Valentine Gemini standing behind one the many computer terminals in the room.

Jack Freeman is dead, reported Valentine, He committed suicide after his battle with the black vigilante, and Freeman did name Richard Polaski as we had planned before he killed himself.

I know, said the Warlord.

Everything did turn out the way you planned my lord, said Valentine. I thought you would be pleased with this news, Master.

No, said the Evil Warlord as balled his armored gauntlet into a fist, Not everything. Almost everything.

Almost, asked Valentine confused.

Forget about it, said the Evil Warlord. There will be another time.

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A week later

At police headquarters, Captain Mary Langstrom returned her office. She flipped on the lights and saw she was wasnt there alone.

Word on the street is that youre trying to get in touch with me, said Martha. Im guessing that youre not wanting to arrest me, or else you would have had an army of cops waiting to great me here tonight.

Well I could arrest you, said Mary as pulled a file off her desk, but figuring how you saved my life and all, Id end up feeling guilty over it.

Whats that, asked Martha.

A copy of the polices file on the Hellspawn Gang, said the police captain, I understand been trying to break them. Maybe some information from me could help you.

Mary held the file in her hands and looked at it for a second before extending it to the black heroine. However she didnt take it.

You want to help me, asked Martha, How do I know can trust you?

You dont, said Mary as her hand still extended the file towards the black heroine, But then how do I know if I can trust you?

Martha thought it over and took the file from her answering, You dont.

I see youve added something new to your costume since last we meet, replied Mary as noticed the yellow A logo printed on the center of the black heroines green bustier.

Seems lately everywhere I go people are calling me an amazing woman, explained Martha. I feel Ive identfied with that somehow.

It least you have something to identify with, said Mary, After learning that it was Richard Polaski who arranged my kidnapping. Since Polaskis so close with the chief of police there isnt going to be any charges put up against him. According to our chief of police all we have is the word of a dead man. After the death of my husband and now this Im beginning to have little faith in the system anymore.

Dont give up hope Mary, said Martha, Something tells me that Buck wont be the chief of police forever.

And Polaski? asked Mary.

Dont worry, grinned Martha as she headed to the open window, One day, Ill handle him personally!

Martha opened the window and grasped the rope she had used to climb into the building. Mary watched the black heroine use the rope to safely swing down to the ground. She truly was a marvelous sight to see in action.

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Martha awoke the next morning to the sound of someone pressing the doorbell. She had spent the rest of her night at her apartment. It was the first she had slept there this week, she taken a liking to spending her nights at the lair in the mountain.

The purpose of having the apartment was only to help keep the appearance that Martha Knight and the Amazing Woman were really two separate people. She also had gotten a Metro City drivers license and bought a used car to help build the appearance of Martha Knight just another average woman in a large city. If anyone ever asked Martha what she did for a living, she just told them that she was a traveling saleswoman who traveled throughout the state. This of course was a lie to explain away her absence in the lengthy amount of time she away fighting crime or at her hideout in the mountain.

The idea of keeping a secret identity didnt really appeal to Martha, it of course was another suggestion given to her by Captain Justice. Martha could care less about having a social life, since she rarely ever was plain old Martha Knight anymore, she had something of a workaholic and her job was being a costumed crime-fighter.

Since SWORD paid her a monthly sum of money that more than covered all her costs of living expenses that more than included for the maintenance of her hideout, weapons, and other equipment, Martha decided she would at least follow one or two of Jim Ross suggestion now and then. After all tectally he was her boss.

The doorbell continued to ring over and over again as the person outside Marthas apartment continued to press the button.

Just a minute, Im coming, yelled Martha as she grabbed a trench coat out of the closet and quickly put it on. She wrapped the coat around her body to hide her green bustier and briefs. Martha combed her long curly hair back and tied it into a bun. She placed her reading glasses on and headed to the door.

Martha looked through the peak hole to see who it was. She saw it was her younger sister Jasmine.

So your home finally, said Jasmine as Martha opened the door. Ive tried to surprise with unexpected all this week, but you were never home. So where have you been?

Been traveling, said Martha as she tried using her cover story on Jasmine, Im traveling saleswoman for

Martha stopped as she saw the way Jasmine was staring at her. Jasmine was the only person Martha had ever known who could see through her lies and catch her in them.

So what have you really been doing all this time, asked Jasmine.

You good at keeping secrets, right, asked Martha.

Oh course, said Jasmine, Remember when you told how you lost your virginity in the back of Dads pick-up truck with that boy from high school? I never told a soul.

Martha blushed as she had forgotten that she had even shared that with Jasmine. Perhaps she could trust her younger sister with her new secret.

Well its not like I didnt know any of your secrets, said Martha, Remember how you used to sneak out to try and repair a few of the cars in the Junk heap before father saw your interest and put you to help working in the garage.

Yep, said Jasmine

Jasmine watched her sister take off her glasses and removed the clip from the back of her hair undoing the bun. Martha swayed her head back and forth allowing her long black raven hair to flow down to her shoulders.

Jasmine looked at Martha confused. She still hadnt made the connection.

Martha unbuttoned the trench coat and pulled it off her body. As the trench coat fell to the ground, so almost did Jasmines jaw in pure shock.

You could only imagine the look of surprise on Jasmines face as she realized her older sister was no other than the citys newest champion, the Amazing Woman.

The Beginning