Cheeta had a beautiful body, long slender legs, plump love mound, shaved smooth, slim fit torso, large firm breasts, and a perfect face, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Her mother was of Asian decent, also very attractive, and her father was Italian. Her mother, Cindy, was trained in all forms of martial arts, at black belt level, one of the first female ninja's to emerse out of Japan. Her father, Steffano, came from a family of crime, his decendants and relatives all belonging to the mafia. Steffano had moved to Australia to set up the mafia in Australia. He met Cindy when he put the word out that he needed a strongarm to protect him and tke care of any problems. He had hired Cindy without seeing her, flying her in from Japan without seeing or talking to her, only going of her proffesional reputation, only do discover when she arrived she was a women. At first he was stunned and pissed off, but she gently knocked him fair on his arse, just to show him she was capable. From then on he respected her. It took several years before any romance between the two started, and in that time they formed a deadly allegence. The protection and extortion racquet was well established within a couple of years, with Steffano and Cindy having to be less involved in the hands on work, leaving the heavy stuff to the boys. Every night, Cindy would done her tights and leotards, and head to the workout room, to train. Often she would wear black ballet tights, so smooth and shinny, covering her muscular, but still very feminine thighs. Her leotards varied in colour, but were all long sleeved turtlenecks, with rear zippers, full bottomed though as g-strings were not accepted at that point in time as dance or aerobic wear. Cindy always had boots, gloves and a black full face hood on when training. She spent several hours every night in there, training with weights, punching bags, and practising martial arts moves. Steff could see everything in the workout room, he had a two way mirror facing the gym. He would sit back, have a cigar and watch Cindy workout. She had a hot body, he wanted to fuck her, so he walked in one night, while she was working out, walked up behind her and grabbed her breasts. She imediatly spun around, kicked him in the nuts, and put him on his arse, then pulled off her boxing gloves, jumped on top of him and pinned him down. He tore a hole in the crotch of her tights, and fucked her right there on the padded floor, she was so tight inside, he blew his load after a couple of minutes. Cheeta was conceived. Steff and Cindy were married shortly after, the organised crime boss married to an assasin.

Cheeta had a happy childhood, growing up with all her cousins, all kids of the mafia. The boys all played soccer, the girls went to ballet. Even from a young age, Cheeta would come home from ballet, dressed in her pink tights and nylon lycra leotard, and go in and workout with her mother. Cindy was very strict, but a loving mother who would always try and involve cheeta in whatever she was doing. Cheeta knew her mother was a killer, but growing within the mafia this was normal. She was once sitting in the car, when she saw her mother go up to a rival drug dealer, beat the crap out of him, and kill him. Because of Cindy's involvment in martial arts, she was a very good ballet teacher. She would pick Cheeta up from school wearing her tights and leotard, help Cheeta change into her tights and letard, then take her to ballet. After ballet, they would go home and practice ballet some more, then train with weights, and Cindy was teaching Cheeta the secret of martial arts. When Cindy was doing a hit, she always wore a black catsuit, gloves and full face hood, with tiny holes for the eyes, nose and mouth. As Cheeta progressed with the martial arts, they would come home, change out of ballet gear into their black catsuits, and train. By the time she was 18, Cheeta was a professional dance instructor, and a capable killer. She was already handling a couple of the mobs easier deals, her combination of killer looks, killer body, and killer capabilities, led to several people being caught out. If she couldn't win them over with her beauty, her muscle convinced them. Steffano bought the dance studio for Cheeta, just after Cindy passed away. This thought Cheeta was the perfect breeding ground for some new recruits.

Cheeta had an almost split personality, in her ballet leotard she was sweet as pie. But when the shinny black catsuit went on over, she was a killer. She put together a group of girls in the class she thoght would make potential ninja's. She offered these girls a special self defence class after she had completed her ballet classes, she was training her own private little army. All the girls involved were over 18 years old, so they were a little maturer than others, Cheeta even had a special dress code for them. Level 1 wore red nylon lycra tights and a green full bottom turtleneck leotard. Level 2 had white shimmer tights and green full botom leotard. Level 3 had red tights and white g-string leotard. Level 4 had white shimmer tights and white g-string turtleneck leotard. Level 5 had black shimmer tights and white g-string leotard. Level 7 had black shimmer tights and black g-string leotard. Level 8 was the black catsuit. All the leotards had zips up the back, turtlenecks and short sleeves. The girls including Cheeta would all have to change in the same in the same open room, Cheeta wanted them to be comfortable with their body. At first they were shy, but they all grew used to it. When one of the girls graduated to the next level, she would have to put on her new tights and leotard in front of everybody in the class. One of the treats in the class was to be able to put Cheeta's catsuit on her. The girls loved the way the stretchy lycra slid over Cheeta's smooth skin, contoured neatly around her smooth shaved mound, up over her shapely bottom, and as a treat the got to rub Cheeta's breasts as they slid the catsuit over them. As the zipper in the back of Cheeta's catsuit was pulled up, all the lines and wrinkles in the shinny lycra disapeared, and it became a second skin on her, all the girls wanted to be like her. Within 8 months she had a few level 7's, so she started to plan her next move. Kidnapping and extortion.

It was a very strange happening. All these young girls were all sweet and innocent, yet once covered in their evil lycra, the became slaves to Cheeta's every command. The girls would go undercover and spy on other dance schools, compiling a list of daughters of rich and wealthy people, who attended other dance schools. When she was happy that her scouts had aquired all the necessary details, she worked on the kidnapping plan. Cheeta's little army had a graduation ritual, once completed, level 8 was acheived. All the girls who undertook the initiation, passed with flying colours. Each girl took her turn to sit in front of the class, spread her legs, and have Cheeta shave their mound silky smooth. Cheeta then slipped on the black catsuit over their bodies, each girl having reach the completion of their advanced training. As each girl was initiated, all the girls would give her hugs and kisses, all rubbing their lycra clad bodies up against one another. The girls were taught by Cheeta not to be affraid to touch each other, and their favouite game was to hold a girl down, and everyone take turns rubbing, licking ,and kissing her lycra clad body. Some specific training was still needed for the kidnappings, but that was easy. Over the next few weeks, the girls sat around, perfecting their plan to become very wealthy. All training sessions in that period, were conducted with the girls wearing gas masks, to ready them for fighting whilst wearing a mask, and to make sure the oponent could not rip the mask from their face, exposing them to the deadly gas which they would use for the kidnappings. Having the mask on was harder work, but the warm sensual feeling made the girls even more deadly to any oponent who was game enough to confront them. Cheeta could tell most of the girls were turned on by wearing the masks, by their erect and pointy little nipples, and their wet pussies. They were ready to roll.

Friday September 3, 1999, 11.00pm. The girls broke into the roof of the Lorna Jane Dance Acadamy. This dance school was one of the most private and elite schools in the country, with a rich and famous clientelle. The building was completely air-conditioned, and the windows were covered by curtains. Anybody outside could not see in the building either day or night. The girls placed remote controlled sleeping gas canisters in the air-conditioning ducts, redy for tomorrows plan. They chose a mild gas, as the ransom would be harder to obtain if the girls were not in good shape. It will knock out everybody in the room for 4-5 minutes, and they will wake up with no side effects, but will not remember anything in the half hour prior. Cheeta and her girls wore their masks as a precaution, and to test the comunications system they had in their masks. Everything went as planned. They left the roof, but left a section of the roofing iron unscrewed, so they had an easy entry point into the roof tomorrow. The girls went home and went to bed, but not one of them could sleep.

Friday September 4, 7.00pm. Cheeta's army assemble in the bush behind the dance school. One class inside were just finishing their class, whilst another was getting readt to start their class. Under the blanket of darkness, the girls flipped down the night vision goggles attached to their masks, and headed into position. Cheeta popped a small explosive into the schools meter box, to cause a blackout when she detonated the gas canisters in the air-conditioning. She looked around at her troops, one by one they gave her the thumbs up indicating that they were ready. Cheeta raised the arial on the remote detonating device, flipped up the safty cover, and pressed the red button. Boof, the lights went out, and the destinct hissing sound of the gas being released from the canisters could be heard. The girls opened the manhole in the ceiling and jumped down into the dance studio. The unmasked people were starting to fall down, as Cheeta and her girls rounded up the 5 girls who were to be kidnapped. They got their prizes and headed out the back door. Two of Cheeta's girls stuffed their bags full of Lorna's tights and leotards, a handy thing to have. The kidnappers fled out into the bush under the cover of darkness, taking their precious cargo with them, they headed back to a secret cellar that Cheeta's dad had built under the dance studio. There they would store the kidnapped girls.

The cellar was designed and built by a mafia expert. It had phone lines that were tapped into the main lines, even the phone company didn't know they existed. From there they made the ransom calls, $1 million per girl. Cheeta kept the ransom low, as each family could easily obtain $1 million in cash and diamonds, and therefore would be less hesitant to call the police. 4 of the kidnapped girls families paid the ransom and had their daughters returned unharmed, but the 5th one was still there 4 days later. Her parents could easily afford the ransom, but they couldn't care less about their daughter. The poor girl, called Lisa, was sitting in the cell crying one night, before Cheeta was to start a training session with her girls. Cheeta walked in the cell, and put a blindfold over Lisa's eyes Cheeta sat next to her and started to run her gloved hand over Lisa's leotard. The feeling of the glove running over the pink nylon lycra was so silky smooth and sexy. Cheeta ran her hand down to Lisa's thighs, she could feel Lisa tingling. Up and down her thighs, going higher and higher with every stroke. The moment Cheeta's glove touched Lisa's lycra covered mound she twitched. Cheeta went to Lisa's belly button, and ran her fingers round and round, untill she could feel the hair on Lisa's mound. She then reched down and rubbed Lisa's fanny with gusto, Lisa threw her legs apart, wanting more. Cheeta slipped her hand between Lisa's tights and leotard and rubbed furiously. Lisa's nipples popped right out through her leotard. Cheeta ripped a hole in the crotch of her tights, and slipped a gloved finger up Lisa's vagina, the sean on the glove touching Lisa's g-spot, sending her into a wild orgasim. Cheeta pulled her soaked gloved finger out as Lisa laid back panting.Cheeta slipped Lisa's leotard off, playing with her breasts while Lisa recovered. Then she pulled off Lisa's trashed tights. Love juice was still oozing out of Lisa's hole, so Cheeta mopped it up untill it cleared. Cheeta slipped her legs into a pair of evil level 1 red tights, and slipped over her an evil green leotard. She popped a gas mask over her head, and invited Lisa to join them for training. Lisa loved the strange feeling she had in Cheeta's tights, leotard and mask. She was 18, with perky breasts, and a light hair growth on her plump mound. She had muscley legs from lots of dance training, and was very co-ordinated. During Cheeta's training class, she caught on very quickly, keeping up with the other girls. Cheeta was very impressed with Lisa's skill and determination, perhaps she could be another gang member.