Linda Blake turned her Lockheed F-94 fighter-jet toward the secret location of the Pacific Island home of her para-military fighting team. It was known as Blackhawk Island , after the team itself. In only few hours flight time the sleek, silver jet was landing on the island's modern airstrip.
Blake, also known as Lady Blackhawk , was surprised because no one had answered her radio hail. Usually, at least one member of the black clad fighting team was left on the island when the Blackhawks left for a mission.
She taxied the silver, black and red jet to the end of the runway , braked the plane to a halt, and jumped gracefully down to the tarmac. She was, as usual, dressed in her military uniform, a dark leather flying tunic, high boots, and a very short leather skirt. The tight fitting uniform complimented her 5'7" frame and erotically clung to the curves of her 117lb, slim , yet muscular body. The blonde, blue eyed adventurer was the only female member of the Blackhawk fighting squadron, even if it was ( as the times dictated) an honorary membership.
Talk around the Blackhawk barracks was that Linda and Blackhawk himself , were quickly becoming "more than just friends and fellow squad members", there was talk of a budding romance, and certainly the lovely woman was beautiful enough to attract attention of men where ever she went .
Noting that all the squadron's jets were missing from the nearby hanger, Lady Blackhawk swiftly walked toward the Administration and Barracks building , adjacent to the air field in an attempt a radio contact with the team. The communications room was located there, and the powerful high frequency transmitters could contact the Blackhawks almost anywhere within the hemisphere. She had hoped to surprise them with her arrival, instead it was she who was surprised by their absence.
She entered the combination of the lock on the door and turned the handle admitting herself to the building. Without hesitation she walked down a corridor , toward the radio room, and , lost in thought, walked past a door which slowly and quietly opened as she walked past. Silently a dark, beautiful woman wearing a sarong, in bare feet , slipped behind the pre-occupied Blake and delivered a skillful karate chop to the back of her neck, instantly rendering the blonde unconscious.
She slumped to the floor at the feet of the Polynesian beauty.
Blake had no idea how much time had elapsed since the sharp pain on the back of her neck had caused her to black out, but as she awakened she found she was tied to a chair in the squad ready room. Her legs were bound to the legs of the straight wooden chair and her arms lashed by thick ropes to the arms of the chair as well
She tried to loosen herself but found her bonds securely held her almost motionless, unable to stand or even move her legs or arms. She didn't know whether to cry out, knowing the Blackhawks themselves were not around and NOT knowing who had rendered her unconscious.
Just as she started to consider herself in a hopeless position the door opened and in walked her beautiful captor.
"Who ARE you ?" the bound pilot shouted.
" Calm down, my dear. It will do you no good to struggle. The Blackhawks will not be back for hours, as I have sent them on a wild goose chase, looking for some non-existent pirates attacking a non-existent hospital ship. Frankly I was surprised and pleased when you landed. You can help me in the capture of the Blackhawks. My name in Tondeleyo, and I am a High Priestess from Pelu Pelu a nearby island, and because of my , shall we say, UNUSUAL talents, some of Blackhawk's enemies have retained my services to capture the team. They have offered me a large amount of money, and I think you will be able to help me collect it ."
"Not very likely, " Linda spat back, " the Blackhawk's are my friends, and would NEVER do anything that would harm any one of them."
"Don't be so sure of that my dear, as my friends in the Axis powers are so fond of saying, ' we have ways of making you cooperate...' and indeed I do."
Again the blonde impotently struggled against her bonds.
"If I were free........"
The darkly erotic Polynesian Princess smiled. " If you WERE free you would be kissing my feet right now, my dear. Be careful what you ask for. You might just get it."
Blake studied the Tondeleyo closely, confused at her response. She was tall for an Island girl, perhaps 5'10" , and was voluptuously built, with full hips and breasts. Her brightly colored sarong accentuated each curve. But it was her face that was so striking. She had full , red lips, and a fine, beautifully featured face. Her hair was black and hung down her back to her waist, straight and shining. And her eyes. Her eyes were deep and dark, almost black, and sparkled with a malevolent glow. Fascinating. Compelling.
For the first time since this adventure had begun, Linda felt afraid.
Tondeleyo was very intimidating. There was something EVIL about her.
The dark beauty reached into a pouch hanging around her waist and took out a green crystal ornament of what Linda thought was a Polynesian God-figure.
"What is that?" she inquired.
"In my language it is called Tiki varua 'ino, the evil sorcerer, but I use it for a focus point. Many of the men and women on my island see me as a healer and goddess and this magical talisman helps me to make them KEEP thinking that. It is a crystal that pulses with a green light that fascinates the beholder, allowing me to speak directly to their minds, to control them. And that, Lady Blackhawk, is what I am going to do to you."
" But I don't believe in your mumbo-jumbo, Tondeleyo, so your voodoo won't work on me! I am not a hysterical , uneducated islander."
"No, my dear, you are an educated European , a woman who SHOULD not be effected by the pulsing light deep within the crystal. It quickly entrances and subjugates , weak willed island girls, but YOU should be able to resist it's power. Yet ... isn't it compelling .... look...."
The sorceress raised the Tiki neared Linda's eyes and slowly moved it back and forth, smiling as she noted that Blake's eyes were following the green crystal as she moved it slowly back and forth across her field of vision.
"Perhaps, if you just looked at it for a few moments you could understand how the stupid, weak girls of my island could be entrance by the power of this magical image ... but of course not you .... keep looking and think about how the poor weak willed island girls could only stare deep into the crystal and listen to my voice.... stare and listen ... and of course my voice IS very restful ... isn't it .... very restful and compelling ... they just stare ... and listen .... stare and listen....."
Already Blake was falling into Tondeleyo's trap. Her eyes widened as she looked at the amulet.
Suddenly she realized what was happening and shook her head to free herself from the dream like condition which had threatened to envelop her.
"Stop it you bitch ! Stop trying to hypnotize me. I'm too strong for you!"
"Perhaps...... perhaps not, my dear. Just keep looking and listening as I draw closer to you. You feel the power of the crystal ... you hear my wonderful voice .. you feel the warmth of my body so close to you .... all so restful ... all so compelling ....."
With that the sexy sorceress reached out with her free hand and placed it on the back of Lady Blackhawk's neck and drew her closer. The two were eye to eye, with the crystal flooding Blake's vision with the magical green light, yet Tondeleyo's eyes were so close THEY were the only thing she could focus on. Large, dark, deep, hypnotic eyes and a pulsing green light flooded her senses, and the Polynesian's soft voice continued to drone on....
"Perhaps my eyes can convince you to relax ... to give in ... to surrender ... look at my eyes ... LOOK...."
Linda tried to shake her head again but she was held firmly in place by Tondeleyo's hand ... and her eyes .
"Deeper and deeper into my eyes falling ... spinning ... falling deep into my eyes ..... JUST like the weak willed island girls ... you are no different ... they serve me ... you will serve me ... deeper .... deeper ..... go deeper ...."
" Nooo ... noo ... sstop it ... stop......"
'Linda dear. You don't WANT me to stop. You LOVE staring deep into my beautiful eyes ... you will love serving me... keep looking ... deeper into Tondeleyo's eyes ......"
" Ohh ... please .... please stop....... I ... you ... i .......ohhhh...."
"That's it dearest ... relax ... listen to my voice ... give in ... surrender to my power ... surrender to my beauty ... surrender to my magic ... give in ...eventually you will serve me ... why postpone the inevitable ... just give in now ........."
Lady Blackhawk was gazing wide eyed into the hypnotic eyes of her captor and was unable to look away. Deep in her mind there was still a part of her fighting against this magical domination of her will ,but it was weakening every moment she stared into those beautiful, dark eyes. She felt her will power dissolving.
"You are almost there my pet. Almost to a point of total surrender. So near .... so near ..."
Slowly she moved even closer to the bound blonde and gently kissed her , then moved her tongue across Linda's now parted lips. Finally, the sorceress thrust her tongue deep into Blake's mouth and pushed it deeper and deeper. Then she pulled back, again capturing the lovely pilot's gaze with her own.
"Now surrender to me, Linda. Surrender... SURRENDER..."
"Yes........ yes........ I surrender...." The leather clad prisoner sighed as she struggled against her bonds, but this time not trying to escape, this time trying to embrace her captor.
Tondeleyo ran her fingers through the blonde's long hair.
"Will you obey me? Will you be my slave? "
"YES ! YES ! ANYTHING! "
'Will you help capture the Blackhawks ?"
"For you, anything. Yes My Mistress. YES!"
From the same pouch around her waist , the exotic sorceress withdrew a silver knife and held it at Linda's throat. "Would you die for me?"
"Yessss......" she replied, totally defeated.
Instead of harming the beautiful blonde the hypnotist used the knife to cut away the ropes, freeing her from her bondage. Then she held Lady Blackhawk by her long blonde hair and forced her to her knees.
"Kiss my bare feet, slave. Worship me."
Powerless before this Polynesian sorceress the hypnotized leather-clad warrior knelt and kissed the dirty, bare feet of Tondeleyo, using her tongue to kiss and lick each toe, worshiping the very ground her captor stood on.
Now satisfied that her conquest had been total, she lifted the blonde to her feet.
"The Blackhawks will be back in a few hours. That gives us plenty of time to prepare our trap. But first, is there a bed we can use my pet? You have made me hot. Nothing satisfies me more that a little slave girl worshiping my naked, sweaty body, and you seem excited to do just that."
Linda Blake, Lady Blackhawk, took her Mistress by the hand and led her to Blackhawks private bedroom.
PART TWO TO COME. SAME BLACKHAWK TIME. SAME BLACKHAWK STATION.