The newest crime fighter on the block, The Bl*ck Crab (aka DevonDweller), is hot on the case of stolen treasure - the fabled Golden Egg Whisk - taken from Falcon Haven City Museum by some mischievous miscreants!!!

So, the stealthy stunner puts on her trusty bl*ck, shiny, leather thigh-high boots, bl*ck leather leggings, long bl*ck leather gloves, her bl*ck mask and a bl*ck leather top that barely covers her huge breasts, and takes to the streets to pick up the trail of these nefarious bandits.

Her investigations lead the short-haired heroine to the stately home of Lord Tristan Twunt - the very same man who is one of the main benefactors of the city museum!!!

But the Bl*ck Crab is on to the devilish duke's diabolical plan... Having discovered that Lord Twunt is about to go bankrupt due to some particularly dodgy investments, the superheroine deduces that the pilfering peer has ripped off his own museum in order to collect on the insurance!

What a shameful scheme indeed!!!

Therefore, Lord Twunt hired some expert thieves to make off with the museum's most prized possession - the Golden Egg Whisk - which is now in the hands of the erroneous earl.

But having arrived at Twunt Manor, the Bl*ck Crab is unaware of his lordship's numerous anti-theft booby traps which she unfortunately triggers as the determined do-gooder attempts to enter an upstairs window. A bl*w to her noggin by something rather heavy sends our poor heroine off to the land of nod and she awakens sometime later to discover, to her abject dismay, that she has been captured and bound securely to a stool!!!

Trying her bonds, the leather-clad lovely quickly finds out that the ropes that bind her are very tight indeed and whatever she does, she cannot seem to break loose from their grip. Even though her arms are restrained in front of her, the metal cuffs around her wrists frustrate the Bl*ck Crab as the silver-haired heroine cannot break free from the tight b*ndage that keeps her seated on the metal stool.

Looking around, she sees that she is in Lord Twunt's pool room with a large billiard table to her side. But sadly it appears the game is up for the captured crime fighter as some men enter the room to restrain the Bl*ck Crab even more.

With a tight cloth cleave gag silencing her angry cries of protest, the helpless heroine cannot do anything to stop them re-tying her arms tightly behind her back and securing her legs further by cinching down on more ropes around her thighs.

Feeling the tight cords squeeze into her beautiful body, the Bl*ck Crab struggles and squirms bravely but it is no use - she simply cannot budge any of the insanely tight bonds that hold her.

Her huge breasts push against the tight, leather fabric of her uniform as if the shapely orbs are about to burst free from their confines but the small buckle below them keeps her massive mammaries from escaping - just as the tight ropes keep our plucky heroine from escaping as well.

What nefarious plan has the diabolical Lord Twunt have in store for the Bl*ck Crab? Will she escape and recover the Golden Egg Whisk? Is her burgeoning crime-fighting career over before it has really begun?

All good questions and all will be answered in the next exciting instalment of...

THE BL*CK CRAB!!!

The Bl*ck Crab Nabbed!