Britannia and Shazzan in The Curse of Jaffah

Riadyh, Saudi Arabia. Noon. Present day

The Lear jet touched down at the King Fahd International Airport..slowly taxiing to a hangar off the main runway..where a pair of BMW sedans and an entourage of Arabian men dressed in business suits were awaiting the passengers who were aboard the plane. The door of the private jet opened and a shapely young woman with shoulder length red hair and smooth white skin..clad in a white dress and black designer heels slowly came down the stairs on to the tarmac. She was 19-year old Leah Havenloft..daughter of the Duke of Northampton..an English aristocrat in line to the Throne of England. She was followed by a young man with an athletic build and brown hair. He wore a brown sports coat..black shirt..bluejeans and boots. He was Emile Chaval..a sergeant with the Royal Marines. The plane belonged to Leah's father and she was here in Saudi Arabia with Emile for two reasons.

The first was on Emile's invitation to join him on what he described as a hunt for treasures which was lost centuries ago..that was rumoured to be hidden in the desert terrain of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. Leah's second reason was personal. She found herself looking differently at Emile who had been her best friend ever since they were children.Leah felt herself increasingly attracted to him...especially since her abduction in Guyana months ago and Emile was part of the covert military operation to rescue her. Their relationship went to the next level after she confessed to him..that she was secretly the busty British superwoman who was known as BRITANNIA.

That confession came after Emile saved the heroine from an untimely demise at the mercy of a new mineral ore called feminite which had the power to sexually arouse women..the power intensifying relative to the sensuality of the woman. As Britannia..Leah found out just how vulnerable she was to its effects..and how much she loved Emile for not only saving her..but accepting her as both Leah Havenloft and Britannia. Leah and Emile held hands as they alighted from the plane and and towards their waiting entourage.

"Mr Chaval...Miss Havenloft..Welcome to Riadyh..I am Abdool..aide to Mr Jaffoor...He sent me here to greet you and escort you to his private villa where you shall be his guests.." said a 40-year old bearded man in a suit who bowed respectfully to Leah and Emile. "Great..I'll be looking forward to meeting with ol Jaffa later on..Let's go.." replied Emile. Leah and Emile climbed into one of the BMW sedans and were driven away. The other cars being used to carry their luggage and bodyguards to protect them en route to Riadyh. "Your friend Jafoor seems a little heavy on the hired muscle Em.." observed Leah in reference to the well-armed bodyguards escorting them. "Yeah..Most of them are ex-Saudi army..served in the Gulf War..Jhad's a very influential businessman and those kinds of folk are targets out here..besides he tells me this expedition that he's starting up is attracting some unwanted attention..that's why I was a little reluctant that you decided to come along Leah.." said Emile.

"I can take of myself Em..You know me well enough to know that..besides..there's something about Jafoor which I'm a little suspicious about...Remember those stolen Arabic manuscripts I told you about.." replied Leah. "You think he's got something to do with that?..I've known this bloke for over ten years..Sure he's a little strange but he's a good guy...You'll see..." Emile assured her. "If you say so Em.." replied Leah but she was not totally convinced as the convoy drove along one of the many super highways into the capital city of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia.Their arrival at Jafoor's villa in a wealthy suburb of Riadyh did little to allay Leah's suspicions. The heiress took careful note of the heavily armed guards who patrolled every inch of the compound and the hi-tech surveillance equipment in several different locations of the compound. "Please be coming inside..Mr Jafoor is most eagerly awaiting your arrival.." said Abdool as the BMW sedan transporting Leah and Emile pulled up in front of the villa which looked like a palace straight out of the Arabian nights..and servants rushed in to carry Leah and Emile's luggage inside. With Abdool leading the way..and flanked by two guards...Leah and Emile were escorted inside to the main library where Jhad Jafoor..former soldier turned wealthy businessman was waiting for them. "Your guests have arrived Master.." announced Abdool with a respectful bow as they entered.

"Ah yes...That will be all Abdool.." replied Jafoor as he waved his right hand in the air to dismiss his servant. "Emile...So good of you to come..." said the Saudi businessman as he shook hands with Emile Chaval..his former classmate at Sandhurst Military College in England. Jafoor then turned to the flame haired Leah Havenloft..staring intently at her as he seeminly examined every curve on her shapely body. "Do you see something that you like Mr Jafoor?" quipped Leah as she cut his tour of her body short. "Most definitely Miss Havenloft..the stories I hear about you fail to do justice to your stunning beauty..." said Jafoor as he took Leah's right hand in his left hand and bowed as he kissed it lightly. "Something about Jhad Jafoor is suspicious but...I just can't figure it out yet..I'll play along for now.." thought Leah as Jhad escorted them into a nearby foyer where he instructed the servants there that refreshments be served at once.

"I trust your flight to Saudi Arabia was pleasant..?" asked Jafoor as a servant arrived bearing a tray with three iced teas. "Yeah..but we were curious about your invitation to join this treasure hunt...You didn't give much details about it..but it seems like whatever you're after is attracting a lot of unwanted attention.." replied Emile as the iced teas were served. "I did not wish to discuss the details until you and Miss Havenloft arrived...I believe that I am close to locating an ancient treasure that was believed to have been lost centuries ago...a treasure which once belonged to my noble descendant...Lord Jaffah.." replied Jhad Jafoor as he ordered another servant to bring forth a leatherbound manuscript which Leah could tell was very ancient. While Emile was fully engrossed in what Jhad was saying...Leah was skeptical.

"Something about Jhad Jafoor...He seems to be untrustworthy..and his motives for this 'treasure hunt'..they seem vague..almost sinister..This is something I'd have to keep my eye on..just in case BRITANNIA is needed.." thought Leah. "I do believe I read something about your ancestor Mr Jafoor...as I recall..Lord Jaffah had fallen out of favour with the Sultan...after he was discovered to have been plotting to overthrow the kingdom...there are also excerpts about a mysterious masked woman of that time..who thwarted Jaffah's schmes on many occasions..." said Leah and she noticed how her words made Jhad Jafoor squirm slightly in his seat. The Arabian businessman realised that Leah Havenloft was getting too close to the truth and decided that a strategic retreat was the best course of action for now.

"You must be referring to the myth of Shazzan...a mere rumour of a masked female..dressed in scanty attire..who is said to have bested my ancestor on several occasions...it is matter that does not concern us...Abdool will show you to your quarters..Get some rest my friends..our quest shall begin in earnest tomorrow..." replied Jhad Jafoor with a smile as he got up from his chair and walked out of the study. At the same time his aide walked into the study. "Mr Chaval..Miss Havenloft..if you will follow me.." offered Abdool with a slight bow. Emile shot a quizzical look at Leah but said nothing as they followed Abdool to their respective quarters. "I think Em might be starting to get the same feeling about Jhad Jafoor...I'll keep a close eye on him...Britannia might be needed.." thought Leah. Little did the heiress know that other eyes were on her and Emile at that very moment..from a nearby rooftop. "These strangers are in league with Jhad Jafoor...They could help him get his hands on the secret that he seeks..they must be stopped.." vowed the figure hidden in the shadows before disappearing into the night.

24 hours later.

Leah and Emile joined Jhad Jafoor at a warehouse complex which his conglomerate..Jafoor Enterprises owned on the southern outskirts of Riadyh..the Saudi Arabian capital. As they alighted from the special Humvee which Jafoor's chief servant Abdool had arranged for the expedition...they could not help but be in awe of the activity all around them..or the men and equipment which the Saudi billionaire was pumping into what he described as a simple treasure hunt. Of particular interest to Leah and Emile was the vast array of rifles, shotguns, handguns and explosives being handed out to the 100 strong contingent of bodyguards assigned to the expedition. Their host arrived moments later..via a helicopter that landed in the middle of the complex. As the rotors died down..Jhad Jafoor alighted and walked towards his two guests.

"Impressive is it not?" asked Jhad rhetorically. "Indeed...but why all these weapons...Are you expecting trouble on this expedition?" asked Leah and received a smirk from the Saudi. "A woman's observation eh my friend?" said Jhad to Emile. "Not really..Leah's father is very active in our country's military affairs...She's represented him on a few occasions...I'd have to side with her on this one Jhad..You always did have a tendency to overpack..even when we were in Sandhurst..." said Emile. "One has to be prepared my friend...the treasure that we seek is legendary..dating back to the ancient..long lost Kingdom of Arabia...Many people are prepared to fight and even kill to possess it..." said Jhad Jafoor. "Still it seems a bit extreme Jhad....Maybe we should..." began Leah. She never finished her sentence as the complex was suddenly rocked by a series of explosions.

"We are under attack!..Get to cover!!..Repel the invaders!!" yelled Jhad Jafoor to his guards as a band of robed and hooded figures fired mortar rounds and automatic rifles at them from the surrounding rooftops. Emile Chaval's military instinct kicked in immediately. Drawing his Beretta pistol from under his jacket...Emile grabbed Leah Havenloft by her left arm and pulled her with him as he raced for a nearby warehouse. "Get to cover Leah!..You'll be safe there...to make your change.." said Emile as he hid the heiress behind some barrels and he raced back into the battle. From her hiding place...Leah saw that some of the trucks which Jafoor planned to use as part of the expedition were on fire..and some men wearing black hoods and cloaks were riding in on horseback..firing automatic rifles. "Emile's right..Leah Havenloft will be safe here..safe enough to change into BRITANNIA!" resolved Leah as she reached into her handbag.


Leah pulled out the ancient tiara of the warrior queen Boudicca and slipped it over her head. No sooner had she done so..she was engulfed in a flash of light. When it faded..Leah Havenloft was wearingi a tight-fitting and glossy leotard in the colours of the British flag. The front of the leotard dropped in a long V down to just below her belly-button, revealing much of the curves of her enormous cleavage. To prevent her breasts from escaping during any significant exercise..as was the case when she was fighting criminals.. a thin gold chain linked the material covering her breasts at the level of her nipples. The leotard dropped away at the back..highlighting her milky-white, flawless skin. On her legs she wore black translucent pantyhose, and dark blue leather boots that came to just below her knees. Around her head..she wore the tiara of Boudicca...the source of her super powers. Her green eyes peered through the slits of a blue mask which stretched across the top of her beautiful face that was framed by her fiery red tresses which cascaded from the top of her head on to her shoulders.

Emerging from her hiding place..Britannia wasted no time in entering the battle. Flexing her large thighs..the busty British Bombshell leapt towards an oncoming raider on horseback. He grunted in pain as the heroine's right foot was planted hard in the middle of his chest..knocking him off of his mount. In a single action..Leah straddled his horse and rode towards some of the other raiders who were startled by the sudden appearance of the masked woman. "That's my girl!" thought Emile to himself as he took aim with his Beretta and shot two more raiders dead off their horses. "Kill them!..Kill them!!" yelled Jhad Jafoor to his hired mercenaries who trained their weapons at the raiders.. who had become confused by the appearance of Britannia...and opened fire. Shouting in Arabic..the raiders sounded a retreat and rode away as fast as they had come. Even the man who Britannia had knocked off his horse made good his escape during the confusion.

As Jaffah's men extinguished the fires caused by the surprise attack and checked to ensure that the expedition's supplies were intact..Jafoor walked over to where Britannia and Emile were standing over the bodies of the two raiders that Emile had shot dead. "Emile..You sly dog..You did not tell me that the famous Britannia was here in Saudi Arabia..I would have made certain that her every need is attended to.." remarked Jafoor as he approached them.

"Your expedition is hardly a secret Mr Jafoor..It seems as if these men had a difficulty with it..Can you explain why?" asked Leah as she stood in heroic pose. Her hands on her hips..shapely legs slightly apart and her shapely bust pushed forward. Emile knelt beside one of the dead men and observed a gold ring on his left middle finger. A crest in the centre of the ring bore the symbol of two crossed swords. "They look like members of some kind of cult..What do you make of it Jhad?" asked Emile as he stood up..after noticing that the other dead man wore the same ring as well.

Britannia noticed the brief flash of concern in Jhad Jafoor's eyes before he replied to her boyfriend's question. "I do not know what thise means..the police will investigate this..but where is Miss Havenloft.?" asked Jafoor. The busty British Bombshell exchanged a quick glance with Emile..knowing that she had to make her exit so that she could return as Leah Havenloft. "I'm certain she's safe..I'll go and find her...but rest assured Mr Jafoor..I won't be far away.." replied Britannia as she turned on her heels and ran away. As the heroine made her exit..Jafoor could not help but notice the way that she looked at Emile and the way that he looked at her. "So..Emile is close with the masked woman..This is important..the manuscripts..all indicate the legend of Jaffah is true...they say that to free the genie..the spirit of Jaffah..a woman of extraordinary sexual potential must be sacrificed...Britannia does not realise how important she has become to my plans...I must find a way to capture her.." thought Jafoor

After Britannia left and while his men restored normalcy to the area..Jafoor took Emile aside. "It seems my enemies are determined to see that this expedition does not happen...It will take us some time to file a report with the authorities before we depart..Perhaps we can regroup on my private yacht...plan our strategy there.." suggested Jafoor. "Makes sense Jhad...It's possible you have a mole in your organisation.." replied Emile. "Indeed my friend...but Allah works in strange ways..He sent Britannia here to help us...I would like to find some way to thank her for what she has done..to save our lives today.." said Jafoor. All further conversation between them stopped as they saw Leah Havenloft walking briskly towards them.

She immediately hugged Emile tightly. "Good show love.." whispered Emile into her right ear..knowing that he had just seen her in action as Britannia. "Thanks..Did I miss anything?" whispered Leah into his left ear. "I'll tell you about it later." replied Emile. Unknown to them..a man was watching them from the shadows of a nearby warehouse..and had heard everything that Jafoor had said. "Jhad Jafoor means to use the masked woman to gain possession of the evil sorcerer Jaffah's power..This cannot be allowed..." resolved the man as he slipped away undetected by Jafoor's security guards and the large contingent of Saudi police officers and soldiers that had arrived on the scene.

24 hours later,
Red Sea. 9 pm.

Leah Havenloft and Emile Chaval walked out on to the deck of Jhad Jafoor's private yacht as it sailed through the calm waters of the Red Sea. Dressed in a white satin evening gown and designer high heels..still carrying her handbag in which she had the tiara of Boudicca to change into Britannia at a moment's notice...Leah looked at the star-filled night sky..the calm ocean waters and then at her boyfriend. "It's beautiful out here...I only wish we could enjoy it some more..." said Leah with a tinge of sadness in her voice as she looked at Emile. "Still thinking about that attack..Yeah I am too...It looks like Jhad has a mole in his organisation..someone who doesn't want this expedition to happen..." replied Emile. "I don't know about that Em...There's something suspicious about what Jhad is doing..but I just don't know what it is..." said Leah.

"Let's not assume the worst until we know that for a fact..but in any event...I got this for you..." said Emile as he pulled out a gold necklace from under his tuxedo jacket. "Oh Em...It's beautiful.." gasped Leah as she gazed upon the pattern of diamonds, rubies and emeralds that had been encrusted into every inch of the necklace. "Here..let me help you with that.." said Emile as he stood behind Leah and she lifted up her fiery red tresses so he could clasp the necklace around the back of her neck. Leah looked down as she felt the necklace rest against the exposed portion of her cleavage as Emile hooked it into place at the base of her neck. Her fingers touching it lightly. "This is beautiful Em..How ever did you find...Ohhh.." gasped Leah as her hands suddenly dropped to her sides. Emile became alarmed immediately and stepped in front of his girlfriend. "Leah!..What is it?..What's wrong?!" cried Emile as his hands grabbed her arms. "I..I feel..strange...I..I can't move.." gasped Leah.

Before Emile could say or do anything else..he heard the unsmistakeable sounds of guns being cocked behind him. "Don't be too hasty Sergeant..You will not be able to shoot all of my men or protect your lady friend..." smirked Jhad Jafoor as he emerged on to the deck..while his bodyguards surrounded Emile..their pistols and Uzi submachine guns trained on him and Leah. "Jhad!" What the hell's going on here?!" growled Emile as he raised his hands and a bodyguard stepped forward to relieve him of his Beretta pistol which was holstered under his jacket. "All part of my brilliant plan to recover that which was lost to me..the ancient power of my ancestor..Lord Jaffah..the necklace which Miss Havenloft wears is one of Jaffah's inheritances to me...it can only be removed by an ancestor of Jaffah..myself...but it was not intended for her...but for Britannia..I will have to kill both of you...and retrieve the necklace so that I can recapture her with it. Jafoor raised his right hand and his guards took aim at Leah and Emile.

Knowing that she had only one chance to save them both..Leah did the only thing that she could. "Stop!!...Don't shoot!!..Britannia is here Jafoor..You have captured her!!" blurted Leah. Emile looked at her with concern in his eyes. "Leah..don't do this.." said Emile..knowing exactly what she was planning. "In my bag..there's a tiara...take it out and place it on my head Em...Don't worry..it will be all right.." assured Leah. Reluctantly..Emile reached inside of the bag and pulled out the ancient tiara of Boudicca. "No..it cannot be.." whispered Jhad as he watched Emile gently place the tiara on to Leah's head.

There was a flash of light..and when it faded...Leah Havenloft had turned into Britannia. She was once again clad in her trademark
tight-fitting glossy leotard..in the colours of the British flag. The front dropping into a long V down to just below her belly-button revealing most of the curves of her enormous cleavage. A thin gold chain linked the material covering her breasts at the level of her nipples. The leotard dropped away at the back..highlighting her milky-white, flawless skin. On her legs she wore black translucent pantyhose, and dark blue leather boots that came to just below her knees. A blue mask stretched across the upper part of her face..just below her tiara. Her long red hair cascaded on to her shoulders and reached down to her back. She wore blue leather gloves on her hands. Jhad Jafoor applauded her as she completed her transformation.

"A wise decision Miss Havenloft..You and Emile will live for a while longer.." said Jafoor as he nodded to one bodyguard who stepped up behind Emile and struck him in the back of the head with the butt of his gun. "Uhh!!" groaned Emile as he fell unconscious to the deck. "Em!!..No!!" cried Britannia who was helpless to save her boyfriend and could only watch as he was dragged away. Jhad Jafoor stepped behind the captive British superwoman..pulling out a small bottle containing an ointment made from a unique blend of erotic spices that were indigenous to Saudi Arabia. "Save your concerns for yourself Britannia..You have been chosen for a higher purpose.." gloated Jafoor as he unhooked the gold chain between Leah's breasts and pulled open her Union Jack leotard.

"You fiend!..What are you going to...Uuuhhh..What is that...Uuuuhhh..on my breasts...Uuuhhhh...feeling..Uuuhhh..so sexy....Uuuhhh...
....Uuuuhhhh..getting..so sleepy...I..I..can't fight it...Uuuhhhhh..." confessed Leah as her head bobbed up and down between her breasts as Jafoor massaged the ointment into her chest...paying special attention to her light brown nipples and areolas..making them erect and hard as bullets. "One of the many inheritances from my ancestor Lord Jaffah...centuries ago..he dealt with the masked nuisance called Shazzan..as I shall deal with you..now.." sneered Jafoor as his left hand slipped under Leah's tights..easily finding her clit and he started to fondle it. "Uunnnhhhh...No..Uuunnhhh..not there...
turning me on..Uuuhhhh...can't move..can't protect myself...more of that sex stuff...in my..cunt..Uuuhuuhhhh..it's so strong..getting sleepier..and sleepier..." admitted Britannia as she slowly succumbed to defeat..feeling pressure building between her thighs as Jafoor fondled her clit vigorously.

"No..Uhhh..I..can't..hold on..Uhhhh..any longer...You win this round Jafoor..I've fallen into your trap...No match..for your deceit...Drugging me into submission...breasts..nipples...drugged...now my..cunnhhh..ttt..No..can't hold on...losing control..going to..going to...going to..Uhhh..Uuhhh..Uuhh
..Uuuhh..Uuuhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh.." cooed Britannia as her green eyes rolled up in the slits of her blue mask as the orgasm which Jafoor initiated between her thighs..knocked her unconscious within seconds of exploding between her thighs. Unfastening the necklace..he broke the paralysing spell on the busty British Bombshell..whose shapely body slumped to the deck next to the body of her boyfriend Emile Chaval. Jafoor's aide Abdool approached as his master stood triumphantly over them. Emile lay face down on the deck while Britannia lay flat on her back..her naked breasts exposed for all to see..gleaming in the night thanks to the special ointment Jafoor had rubbed on to them to arouse her and then knock her out.

"You did it master...Your plan to capture Britannia and Mr Chaval has succeeded" said Abdool. "Only the first step..Soon we dock at Jizan...then take the overland trail through the desert and hills to the place of which the manuscripts speak...the ointment will keep Britannia asleep for many hours to come..have her placed in Miss Havenloft's cabin under guard...Similarly bind Emile Chaval well..We shall dispose of him in a network of caves my engineers discovered..No one shall find him there..and he shall not interefere in my plans..." stated Jafoor. Two bodyguards grabbed Emile by the arms and dragged him below deck. Another two bodyguards..lifted the unconscious Britannia off the deck. One held her ankles while the other held her under her arms. Leah's head sagged between her milky white breasts which swayed freely from side to side as she was carried below deck.

From the shadows of the nearby lifeboats..the same man wearing the gold ring with a crest of two crossed swords who watched the attack at the warehouse..watched again as Jhad Jafoor's plan continued to unfold..wondering what would it take to stop him from achieving his ultimate goal.

To be continued

Very nice. Curious for what's coming next cause last time you used the shazan character, she was trapped in a cave

Thanks for your post Alderbaran. Feel free to email me at [email protected]. Always like to hear comments, critiques and discuss ideas for stories.

You're absolutely right about Shazzan being trapped in a cave. The second part of the story will deal with that. I think you'll like what's next.

Stay tuned