The Black Panther and the Crisis of Wakanda

Wakanda City
Wakanda, Africa
Present day
Noon

In a conference room in the Royal Palace, T'CHAKA..the 70-year-old King of Wakanda met with members of the country's cabinet to discuss a grave crisis that was affecting the wealthiest nation on the African continent. Within the past few weeks, Wakanda had been plagued by a series of incidents. It's stock market was thrown into disarray a few times as its computer systems crashed, causing some companies' fortunes to rise and fall dramatically.

Public transport was disrupted, especially in the poorer parts of the country, causing the working class to riot. Services to the poor were disrupted and hospitals found themselves in short supply of vital medicine and lifesaving medical equipment. There were also reports of armed gangs infiltrating certain districts in Wakanda City, terrorising businesses and people in their homes.

The King was visibly concerned that his ministers seemed unable to tell him what was happening or what could be done to restore normalcy to Wakanda. Sitting in on the meeting was his 20-year-old daughter and heiress to the throne, PRINCESS T'CHALLA. A beauteous and intelligent young woman, T'Challa was the beneficiary of education in the finest institutions in Wakanda and overseas.

She was well versed in matters of state. But what her father and his ministers did not know was that she possessed other skills as well.
When the meeting was over, T'Challa walked out of the conference room, her form fitting dress and shoes offering hints of her beauteous body.
The young princess smiled as she spotted LUCAS WILLIAMS, a former Wakandan police officer, who on her recommendation, joined the Royal Guards.

The 22-year-old Williams proved his worth in training and was assigned to guard the Princess. T'Challa felt warm tingles in her chest and between her thighs as she walked towards Lucas but did her best not to let anyone else notice this.

What was also not known was that Lucas was her boyfriend and the only one privy to her special secret. "How did the meeting go?" asked Lucas discreetly as they walked down a corridor. " Father is concerned. These incidents could not be isolated or coincidental" replied T'Challa. "You mean sabotage" said Lucas.

The Wakandan Princess' brown eyes gleamed at the insight of her boyfriend. "Yes. Evil forces are at work in Wakanda Lucas. The authorities are unable to find them and stop them. It is up to me to intervene as the BLACK PANTHER" T'Challa resolved.

Though he worried for her safety in her alter-ego as the famous Heroine of Wakanda, Lucas knew he could not dissuade his girlfriend from taking this course of action. "I have your back T'Challa" he promised. "You have more of me than that" she quipped as she explained her plans to him.

The FUTURE Corporation
Wakanda City
Wakanda, Africa
3 pm

SAMANTHA JONES, 40-year-old American CEO of Wakanda's largest financial conglomerate was in her office on a secure conference call. Despite her public background in finance and technology, no one knew that she had connections to the KU KLUX KLAN in the United States. Nor that she was an agent of the secret global crime conglomerate CYCLOPS INTERNATIONAL.

On her laptop, Samantha looked at the Cyclops insignia of the all-seeing eye in the middle of a pyramid as she spoke with the Cyclops Board.
"You have done well so far Miss Jones. Discontent against the Wakandan Monarchy is growing daily" said a voice on the other end.

"Yes sir. Our local ally GENERAL LAMAR is getting support, especially from the young men in the poorer classes who are easily swayed to his cause. Soon the unrest will reach levels that will turn public sentiment against the Monarchy and set the stage for revolution" said Samantha with confidence.

"Do not be overconfident Miss Jones. There is the superheroine Black Panther who may pose a threat to our plans. Exposure at this stage will cost us control of Wakanda" said the voice. "Not to worry members of the board. Black Panther may intervene if she dares but I will be ready for her." vowed Samantha as she ended the call.

Royal Palace
Wakanda City
Wakanda, Africa
9 pm

Alone in her palatial chambers, akin to a veritable mansion, Princess T'Challa stripped down to a black G-string, exposing her voluptuous and muscular gleaming ebony body, gleaming fingernails on her hands and gleaming toenails on her erotic bare gleaming ebony feet. Using a special gel to make her shoulder length glossy black hair hug the sides of her head and neck, T'Challa accessed a hidden compartment in her wardrobe

The young Wakandan Princess took out and donned the skin tight black bodysuit which enhanced her natural strength, speed, agility and awareness. The suit highlighted every inch of her voluptous and muscular gleaming ebony body, including her huge firm breasts and well-defined cunt.

T'Challa slipped the hood over her head. It covered her face, her brown eyes looking through slits in the hood while a pair of cat's ears pricked up on top her head, giving her the look of a powerful feline predator, like the national animal of Wakanda. After flexing her muscular arms and long muscular legs..then admiring the contours of her awesome body, the Black Panther exited her alter-ego's palatial chambers to begin her hunt.

10 pm

The muscles of her voluptuous body accentuated and framed against her thin tight black bodysuit, the Black Panther moved swiftly over the rooftops of buildings in Wakanda, swiftly and stealthily, unknown to the people in the buildings or on the streets below. "Father would hardly condone my activities but being Black Panther gives me a freedom which my responsibilities as Princess of Wakanda deny me" thought T'Challa as she leapt with feline agility from one rooftop to another, feeling the cool night air brushing against her body.

Her journey took her far away from the luxury of the Royal Palace and into part of downtown Wakanda City, which was a commercial district occupied by small businesses. "The security reports at the cabinet meeting today spoke about random crimes in this area. Several of the small businesses are closing down because of them" thought the Jumbo Breasted Jungle Cat as she moved across the rooftops of the buildings. As she did, T'Challa' heightened feline senses detected the presence of evil.

Flexing the muscles of her voluptuous body, Black Panther descended into a narrow alley between two buildings, alighting in front of four masked robbers who were making off with the loot from a jewellry store they had just robbed.

"Good evening gentlemen...You have something which is not yours...I strongly advise you hand it over...before you get hurt" warned the BLACK PANTHER...champion heroine of Wakanda to the four thieves...who knew fully well who she was. The Wakandan Wonder assume her heroic pose before them...her hands balled into fists on either side of her wide curvy waist, her long muscular legs slightly apart, her erotic feet resting flat on the ground, her huge firm breasts thrust towards them.

"You ain't gonna stop us Panther Bitch! Get her!" snarled one thief as he reached under his jacket and pulled out a pistol. However the Jumbo Breasted Jungle Cat was faster.. Flexing her large muscular thighs...Black Panther leapt at him...with amazing speed...driving the ball of her erotic right foot directly into his face. A single gunshot fired into the air.


Her huge firm breasts swelled underneath her thin tight black bodysuit...as she somersaulted towards the second thief and planted the balls of both her erotic feet into the middle of his chest...before he could strike her with his knife. The third thief came at her with a blackjack but Black Panther easily evaded his clumsy attack, before felling him with a right-hand karate chop to the throat.

The fourth robber tried to but he did not get far. Flexing her huge thighs, Black Panther leapt towards him. "Leaving so soon?...I think not" quipped the Wakandan Wonder as she drove the balls of her erotic feet into the middle of his back...causing him to collapse to the ground. Elated by her effortless victory over the petty robbers, T'Challa dragged them together.


The dazed robbers could not believe their eyes as Black Panther, using her superhuman strength, twisted an iron pole to bind them together. She reassumed her heroic pose as she stood before them. "That will hold you gentlemen until the police arrive to take you into custody. Tell me who you're working for and where I might find them? You gentlemen certainly aren't intelligent enough to be orchestrating these crimes on your own" T'Challa lectured them.

Dazed and disoriented from her lighting swift attack, the four robbers were unresponsive to the Black Panther's questions. Before she could continue her interrogation, the Wakandan Wonder sensed evil again. "I shall have to leave you here gentlemen. I have other places to be. Perhaps your criminal cohorts will give me more of discourse than you" quipped Black Panther as she turned on the balls of her erotic feet, flexed her huge thighs, leapt on to a rooftop and disappeared out of sight.

11 pm

Her huge firm breasts bobbing sexily under her thin tight bodysuit, her muscular arms and long muscular legs moving in tandem, Black Panther made her way down the staircase into an underground metro station. Leaping with feline agility over the closed turnstiles, the Wakandan Wonder made her way on to the platforms of the station which was closed.

Two subway trains were parked on parallel tracks between the platforms. Flexing her huge thighs, Black Panther leapt on to the aluminum roof of one of the trains and crawled like her feline namesake as she searched for her quarry. The Wakandan Wonder saw sparks from a blow torch fly and moved in their direction.

Her enhanced feline vision, allowed T'Challa to see clearly in the darkness as she moved silently and stealthily. She saw eight men, wearing the uniforms of transit repair workers. Four of them were using blow torches on different parts of the iron railway tracks. The other four were using heavy wrenches on the couplings between the cars of the subway trains.

"These aren't repairmen. They're criminals, trying to sabotage these trains and the tracks. The people who travel on these trains on a daily basis could be in danger. I have to act now!" resolved the Princess of Wakanda as she leapt off the top of the subway car she was on, announcing her presence to the criminals."

"Saboteurs! Face the wrath of the Black Panther!" declared T'Challa as she pounced on the thug closest to her, driving the ball of her erotic left foot into his face as he looked up. Using her momentum, Black Panther leapt towards another thug and felled him with a right-hand karate chop to the throat before he could hit her with his wrench.

"Black Panther! She's on to us! Get her!" said another thug as he and three others charged towards the Jumbo Breasted Jungle Cat. "You gentlemen seem much more lucid than some of your colleagues I defeated earlier in the evening! You have questions I need answering!" quipped Black Panther as she evaded the knife strikes of the four thugs opposing her, with feline agility.

She quickly moved from defense to offense. The Wakandan Wonder drove the ball of her erotic right foot into the balls of one thug and he fell to the ground gasping for air. Leaping forward, T'Challa dropped another with a left-hand karate chop to the throat. Grabbing the wrists of another thug, Black Panther flexed the muscles of her voluptuous body and hurled him over her right shoulder, hard on to the ground.

Two other thugs fell to swift, successive right and left fists from the Wakandan Wonder to their jaws. Two other thugs came at her with their blowtorches blazing. Black Panther used her feline agility to twist her voluptuous and muscular body and leap out the way of the plumes of flame being spat out the nozzles of the blowtorches.

"You are only delaying the inevitable gentlemen! You are no match for my superhuman powers! It is only a matter of time before I defeat you and you tell me who hired you to perform your act of sabotage!" quipped T'Challa as she leapt around the two blowtorch-wielding thugs in the darkness between the tracks of the underground metro station.

Thinking that victory was a foregone conclusion, Black Panther allowed complacency to set in as she used her superhuman agiility to evade the wild attempts by the two blowtorch wielding thugs to strike her.

Unfortunately, the Wakandan Wonder mistimed one leap. She evaded the attacks of the thugs but not one of several concrete and steel columns which lined the platforms in the underground metro station.

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNH" groaned T'Challa in pain as her huge firm breasts, highlighted against the fabric of her thin tight black bodysuit, were flattened like pancakes as they took the brunt of the impact. The force of the blow sent her hurtling backwards, away from the platform back towards one of the rail tracks.

Black Panther landed face down, with her huge firm breasts being flattened against the the four feet thick steel alloy rails. "UUUUUUUNH" groaned the Jumbo Breasted Jungle Cat in agony.

Pressing the palms of her hands and the balls of her erotic feet against the stone covered ground, T'Challa instinctively tried to get up and continue her battle against the criminals trying to create a crisis in Wakanda.

But it quickly became apparent to the Princess of Wakanda that this was not going to happen."Uuuuuuunh..Pain...in my huge Wakandan Breasts...my big Wakandan Nipples...getting...haaaaard...My Panther Strength...fading......becoming...weak...dizzy...sleepy...got to..." moaned T'Challa as she tried to get up.

But the Black Panther's sentence and efforts were cut short as a thug brought the steel head of his double face sledgehammer, crashing down on the space between the base of her skull and the top of her neck. "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNH" groaned T'Challa as her world was thrown into disarray as pain exploded in her head and spread throughout the muscles and sinews of her voluptuous body.

Black Panther sprawled out on her back across the steel rail tracks. Her muscular arms flung past her head, her long muscular legs spread wide open, her huge firm breasts heaving with strained effort, the sexy toes of her erotic feet twitching in the confines of her thin, tight black bodysuit.

Her brown eyes fluttering in the slits of her hood mask, T'Challa could only stare sleepily at three of the thugs as they surrounded her prostrate form. "She's still breathing. Should we kill her?" asked one thug. "No. The fight could have alerted someone. The cops could be on their way" replied a second thug.

"Gather up the gear and let's go. We have to tell the GENERAL about this" said a third thug as they stepped away from the helpless Heroine of Wakanda.

Her normally heightened senses dulled by the pain in her huge firm breasts, her hardening throbbing big nipples visible against the fabric of her thin tight black bodysuit, T'Challa was surprised by one of the blowtorch-armed thugs.

"This'll fix you super bitch!" he sneered as he applied the concentrated blue flame to each of the Black Panther's big hardening nipples in turn.
While the flame did not breach the impenetrable fabric of the Wakandan Wonder's black bodysuit, it had an effect which was even more profound.

"UUUUUUUUUUUNH...MY BIG WAKANDAN NIPPLES..UUUUUUUUUUUUUNH...PAIN....UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNH...TOO MUCH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUNH..GOING TO..GOT TO..UUH..UUH..UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh"
moaned T'Challa, her brown eyes closing in the slits of her hood mask...the Princess of Wakanda...the Black Panther succumbed to unconsciousness.

To be continued.