THE BLACK AVENGERS FIRST ASSIGNMENT by Hamlet The Black Scorpion Veronica or Vicious Veronica as she was commonly known, comforted her poor client James Vallance, an elderly man who was weeping in her powerful protective leather-clad arms in her offices in Nottingham of her new business, The Black Avengers. His savings had been completely cleaned out by a crook and con man called Frank Richards. Veronica was determined to get rid of him, like all the other scumbags in the area. What made James even more miserable was that he had been round to Richards' office to speak to him and had been thrown out the door by a couple of his thugs while Frank had shouted at him "F""k off you old fogey and don't ever come back!" Frank Richards passed himself off as a financial advisor to the elderly. He made out he wanted to help them preserve the savings that they had worked so hard to acquire and to help them invest their money in securities that were safe. He implied that he was selling no risk securities. As soon as his clients turned their money over to him, he cleaned out their accounts and took their money for himself. He generated some false paperwork that indicated that the securities that he had invested their money in had suddenly gone broke, so they had lost their money. James lived in a retirement home the Carlton in Nottingham. He had been very comfortable financially. He had given a significant portion of his estate to Frank Richards to invest for him after hearing a sales presentation Frank had made at a resident's meeting at the retirement home. James had received the news that all his money was all lost last week. He was convinced that Frank had somehow stolen his money. He was so angry about it, but the Police said there was nothing they could do; investments were risky. The Police had gone to see Frank and he had produced bogus stock reports to them showing a big loss. "Hell, I even had a lot of my own money invested here. I've personally lost a lot along with them," he had claimed, lying as usual. As far as the Police were concerned, as they had explained to James, the case was closed. Then James had found a short ad in the local newspaper he had picked up about an organisation called the Black Avengers that specialised among other things in helping those in financial distress "Hello" came the answer on the third ring. "Is this The Black Avengers?" James asked nervously. "Yes, it certainly is sweetheart," was the answer from Veronica the other end. "I hope you can help me," James said. He stated that he lived in Carlton resident's home. He then went on to explain his problem with Frank to Veronica. "What is your full name, Madam?" he asked. "Call me Veronica darling; do you have a picture of this Frank?" Veronica asked. "All I have is his address and phone number of his office," was his reply. "My service is very special, and as you have no money, I will only charge you a small fee once I have recovered the money from Frank Richards." Veronica said. He spoke right up. "I can pay you �1000, plus one percent of everything you recover from him." "How much money are we talking about?" Veronica wanted to know. "�250000!" She swallowed hard. £250000! If only she could force Frank to return the money, he had stolen from him! Veronica got Frank's address, which was in another part of Nottingham in Beeston, and the phone number, and said she would contact James when she had something to report. The next day she received a cheque for £1000 from James. She called her colleague Madame Heather, who was a senior Bank Manager, at NW Bank about Frank Richards. Madame Heather looked at her database at the bank found out Richards had a history of con man scams and for violence. He had been in prison once and arrested several times since then, but no one had been able to make the charges stick. He also had a history of extortion and preying on elderly people. She even found a fairly recent picture of him. He was in his mid-forties, a fairly big man, with white hair, which gave him a rather distinguished look. He was running to fat with a protruding gut, but he dressed in very expensive suits, which were tailored to hide it. "This is going to be fun," Madame Heather thought as she looked at Frank's picture. She checked her schedule. No trips for sessions planned for two weeks. "This would be the perfect time to go to Beeston," she thought. "It's only a half hour's drive for me" Veronica then decided to go with Heather straight there. She packed what she thought she would need for this case and left immediately for her destination. She made a phone call to Frank Richards. When Veronica at last got him on the phone she said, "I have just put my mother in Carlton. I need someone here to manage her money for her. The administration there gave me your phone number. Could I come your office?" Frank was sitting on the edge of his chair. "Could you come to my office?" he asked. "Certainly," he replied. He made an appointment for her to come and see him at 8:00 PM that evening. She then called James and filled him in. "By the end of the evening, I hope to return all your money." she told him .She set about preparing for Frank Richards. She took a long hot bath, luxuriating in the tub, soaking. She then proceeded to get dressed. First, she put on what she considered her 'beating outfit'. Leather hot pants with a tight leather halter top, leaving her powerful arms and shoulders exposed. She wore calf-length boots with high heels and tight, leather, long gloves It was 7:25 PM by the time she finished doing her hair, which she put in a single long braid down her back. She then put on a long skin-tight shiny leather dress. She met Heather at her office. Originally from Jamaica, where punishment was "lovingly" administered both in the home and at school, little did Heather know that her earlier childhood years was to be the beginning and shaping of her naturally very strict and dominant persona. Heather was born in� Kingston, Jamaica. . Her parents migrated to Nottingham when she was two and half years old. She was always a very active child, not wanting to make cakes in� the Girl Scouts, but rather go outside and play� stick ball,� basketball� and sprint against and beat the boys. She had always been heavily into sports: participating in competitive high school and college� track and field, and playing junior high school, high school and� college basketball. And always winning. Heather was a Lifestyle Bodybuilder and Dominatrix qualified by a lifetime of experience. As a Dominatrix she had advertised herself as enjoying the art of Seduction and Control whilst looking after her client's interests. She was very forceful, direct and creative with an exploring mind and a seductive flare. Her early years of punishment gave her a thirst for violence with no fear of the unknown, hence her understanding of pain and how to inflict it on her victims. She knew how to be both teasing and ruthless. She specialized in ball-busting, Cock and Ball Torture, corporal punishment, and wanted to practice these in real life instead of just fantasy. She was a very big, Black Woman, even bigger than Veronica, with huge muscular arms that she had developed as a result of a lifetime of bodybuilding where she had won numerous contests, as well as a lifetime of beating up and torturing her victims. She was also highly qualified with a first-class degree in Financial Management from Nottingham University. After working only three years in the NW Bank she had been easily promoted to a Senior Manager on a six-figure salary. She was dressed to kill in a long black leather dress and long shiny leather gloves. Underneath she wore a tight latex bra that exposed her huge mummeries, tight eather shorts, and long shiny thigh length boots with 8" heels. They both kissed passionately as Veronica said to her. "Come on Heather let's fix that bastard Richards and his thugs!' Heather replied desperate for some heavy action. "I CAN'T WAIT TO KICK SOME ASS VERONICA!!! Suggestions for the next episode to norselandic@hotmail.com