Yellow Cat and the Black Syrian


Ministry of National Security
Kingston, Jamaica
4 pm

Renowned criminologist DOCTOR LARA GOODNITE had been summoned to a meeting at the offices of the Ministry of National Security. A 43 year old attractive brunette ...she wore a baggy white business suit and low heeled black leather shoes..her large handbag slung over her right shoulder as she entered the office for her meeting with Jamaica's National Security Minister...a handsome man with thining brown hair..also in his 40's named Robert Clark.

"Thanks for coming on such short notice Doctor Goodnite.." said Clark as the lady criminologist took a seat before him..crossing her legs as she did. "Your phone call sounded urgent Mr Clark...How can I be of assistance to you?" asked Lara..as she looked at Clark from behind her black Perry Ellis designer spectacles. Her father being Gordon Goodnite..one of the most influential businessmen in Jamaica....made Clark wonder why she chose the profession of criminologist...rather than living off her millions... or finding a husband...settling down...to have a family.

Then he recalled Lara's reputation for being direct in what she said...sometimes to the point of being blunt. It made Clark wonder if this is the reason why Lara did not have a man in her life. Maybe it also had to do with her conservative attire as well. Maybe did not help her to get many dates. Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind...Clark focused on the matter at hand. "Jamaica is facing a very serious situation Doctor Goodnite...We've received intelligence of a major criminal entering our country in recent days...and this has sparked a recent series of crimes in the city...We suspect they're drug related..." he said.

"It seems to me these crimes are very well orchestrated...Quite possibly the work of a single criminal mind... I'll do what I can to help Mr Clark..."replied Lara with a brief smile across her face...which Clark thought could be beautiful...if only she'd get rid of the glasses. "Could you arrange for all the latest information which the police have on these crimes to be forwarded to my office in the morning?" asked Lara as she got to her feet. "Of course Doctor Goodnite..."replied Clark as he shook hands briefly with the lady criminologist and watched her walk out of his office.

"Wonder why Lara Goodnite doesn't have much of a social life?..Her dad's wealthy...You'd think any eligible bachelor in Jamaica would want to date her. Little did Robert Clark..or anyone else for that matter...know..there was a special reason why Doctor Lara Goodnite..created such an impression to those who she interacted with in her public life. Returning to her private office in downtown Kingston...Lara dropped her handbag in a nearby chair and removed her designer glasses from her face. "I'm supposed to be at Daddy's party tonight...but I'm not in the mood for that...There's something else I prefer to do..." said Lara as she touched a silver bracelet on her left wrist.

"By the Beauty of Bastet!" she declared...and was immediately engulfed in an aura of golden light.

Kingston, Jamaica.
9 pm

A shapely silhouette swung over the rooftops of the city...undetected by pedestrians and motorists on the streets below. The silhouette was that of a beautiful woman who possessed an amazing brown body that was powerfully muscular..but at the same time sexily feminine. She boasted a fabulous chest with a pair of huge firm breasts..that threatened to spill out of a thin yellow bra which strained to cover her chest. The flimsy garb did little to conceal a pair of wide chocolate brown areolas with a pair of thick chocolate brown nipples...that capped the peaks of her mighty mounds.

A flimsy yellow panty barely covered the space between her large soft muscular thighs. A thin leather belt was wrapped around her small curvy waist and a cat-o-nine whip hung from the right side of the belt. Her fingernails and toenails were golden and razor sharp. A yellow feline mask covered most of her head..save the lower part of her nose and all of her full red lips. Cat's ears perked up on top of the mask..while a thick clump of shiny black hair flowed from under the rear of the mask..hugging the back of her neck..and on to her broad shoulders. A silver bracelet adorned her left wrist.

This was the beauteous lady vigilante known throughout Jamaica as...YELLOW CAT. What people didn't know was that behind the mask of the buxom Jamaican Amazon was...criminologist and heiress...Lara Goodnite. Lara sighed with pleasure as she felt the cool night air brush against her virtually naked body...watching past the sexy toes of her erotic bare feet at the unsuspecting public below her. "I couldn't wait to get out of that meeting with Robert Clark...and out of my stuffy suit...and into my crime fighting flimsies as Yellow Cat...Little does anyone suspect my true identity and what Lara Goodnite does in her social life" thought the busty Jamaican superwoman with a smile on her face.

Pushing that thought to the back of her mind..the sexy Superwoman of Jamaica focused on the matter at hand which caused her to tell her father...billionaire Gordon Goodnite that she would be late for a dinner party he was hosting at his mansion. "Daddy is always throwing these parties...Hoping that I'll fall for some of the young men he invites...maybe get married...give him some grand children...I don't have any time for that...not when I've got these super powers...and can beat up any man..." thought Lara with pride as she swung with uncanny feline agility over the streets of Jamaica's capital city...the muscles of her curvaceous brown body fully accentuated as she did do.

"Robert Clark is cute...but he's not man enough for me...I..." thought Yellow Cat. Suddenly...her mental link with the stray cats that prowled the streets of Kingston...alerted her that her criminal quarry was close at hand. "Looks like it's party time!" quipped Lara with a smile...flexing the muscles of her curvaceous brown body as she swung in the direction that would lead her to her criminal quarry. The trail led the beauteous Jamaican Amazon to the city's waterfront...and a warehouse where a drug deal was in progress. Releasing her grip on her cat-o-nine whip...which she used for swinging...and reattaching it to the belt that entwined her small curvy waist... Yellow Cat alighted into the midst of the drug traffickers...announcing her presence and stating her intent clearly...to the drug traffickers.

"Your late night shift is over!" quipped Lara as she raised her muscular left leg and planted the ball of her erotic left foot hard into the middle of a trafficker's chest. "Who the hell is that?!" yelled another trafficker as he reached for his pistol under his jacket. However Yellow Cat's reflexes were faster...as she drew her cat-o-nine whip. "You think you're a big man with you big gun?!" quipped the Superwoman of Jamaica as she lashed out with her whip."Aaaargh!!" groaned the trafficker as the whip stung him in his left hand...forcing him to drop his gun. Cracking her whip again...Yellow Cat sent another drug trafficker staggering into some nearby wooden crates...revealing packages of cocaine inside.

"So you fiends are selling cocaine on the streets of Kingston!....Selling them to innocent children no doubt!" quipped the beauteous Jamaican Amazon... with anger in her sultry voice... as she lashed another trafficker across the chest with her whip...sending him sprawling along the ground. "Allow me to introduce myself...My name's Yellow Cat...and I'm going to shut down your drug smuggling operation and bring you all to justice!" declared Lara as she holstered her whip and stood with her muscular arms raised...and her muscular legs slightly apart...her erotic bare feet resting flat on the ground...watching her fallen foes. "Now gentlemen...You have questions to answer...Who will be first?" asked Yellow Cat...as she strolled towards them.

Before she could interrogate the criminals...the busty Jamaican superwoman was alerted to the squeal of car tyres...just outside of the warehouse. "Looks like your employer is trying to escape boys!...Stay here...I'll be right back!!" declared Yellow Cat as she sprinted out of the warehouse...her large brown breasts swaying sexily underneath her skimpy yellow bra...as her muscular arms and legs moved in tandem...as she pursued a black BMW sedan that was fleeing the scene. "Ha!...This car's no match for my feline speed!...So ends another successful night of crime fighting!...Whoever's in that car is not going to escape!" declared Yellow Cat as she flexed her muscular thighs...and leapt towards the speeding car.

However the beauteous Jamaican Amazon was premature in her declaration of victory...as a shiny silver cylinder was hurled out of the sun roof of the speeding car...directly at her...while she was in full flight. "Eh?!!...Something being throw at me?!!...Ha!...You're foolish if you think this ordinary thing can..." began the Sexy Superwoman of Jamaica. Her sentence was interrupted as the cylinder emitted a beeping noise...then there was a flash of light...and an explosion a split second later...as what the Jamaican Amazon thought was a harmless object came into close proximity with her curvaceous and muscular brown body.

"AHHHHHNNNNNN!!!!!!" sang Lara...her head thrown backwards...her muscular arms dropping on either side of her curvy upper torso...her long muscular legs tense...the sexy toes of her erotic bare feet...with golden razor sharp toenails...as the force of the explosion sent her hurtling backwards through the air at terrific speed...away from the getaway vehicle that she was trying to stop...after interrupting the drug trafficking operation at a warehouse along the city's water font. Taken completely by surprise by the sheer intensity of the explosion contained inside what she incorrectly assumed to be a harmless object...Yellow Cat knew she could do nothing but accept whatever happened next.

Seeing the Sexy Superwoman of Jamaica flying through the air...the drug traffickers she had bested so easily minutes earlier...hastily gathered their cocaine packages and cash...dumped them into separate getaway cars...and sped off in different directions...not staying around to see what happened next to the curvaceous crime fighter. The force of the blast sent Yellow Cat...crashing through the window of another warehouse...ten feet away from the one where the cocaine trafficking was taking place. "Aaaaaaargh...My nipples...stinging like fire...explosion has turned my bra into tatters...have to let it fall off my chest...feel dizzy...can't think...have to act...have to catch those crooks...before...." said Lara as her expansive chest was exposed...as her bra fell away...as she hurtled through the air.

However Yellow Cat was unable to complete this sentence...as she slammed into a towering pile of old oil drums with a sound like thunder...and the drums came crashing down around her."Ooooh...the salty sea air...making me feel cold in my nipples...got to shake it off girl...Those crooks think they've gotten the better of me...Got to get after them..." resolved Yellow Cat...thinking herself to be safe...angling her curvaceous and muscular brown body as she fell to the ground...with oil drums falling around her. Again Lara made another grave miscalculation...as the balls of her erotic bare feet made contact with the cold asphalt floor of the warehouse.

"Ohhh!!...Oil on the ground...leaking from the drums...the ground is slippery under my feet...I can't stand up...I'm falling!!" blurted Yellow Cat as her long muscular arms and legs went flailing in the air as she fell to the ground on her back. Lara's brown eyes widened in the slits of her yellow cowl mask...as she saw several oil drums falling directly towards her. "Oh no!!...I can't get away in time...from..." blurted the busty Jamaican Amazon...her sentence being interrupted again...as the oil drums piled on top of her...pinning her flat on her back to the oil covered asphalt ground. "AAAAAAAARGH...MY BREASTS...BEING FLATTENED...PAIN...SO MUCH PAIN..HAVE TO GET FREE" declared Yellow Cat..as her ample brown mounds were squashed by the large metal oil drums.

Her curvaceous and muscular brown body writhing underneath the mass of large steel oil drums...the busty Jamaican Amazon...tried to use her incredible feline strength to free herself from this most unexpected predicament. However in doing so...Yellow Cat went from one predicament directly into another which also took her completely by surprise. "Ugggh...The ground is covered with oil...its feels mucky between my toes...the ground is slippery...have to get a footing...to get these drums off my...Oooooh...What's happening...My nipples...Ooooooh...the cold metal of the drums...making contact with my nipples...rolling over them...as I move...They're...They're getting...so...hhh...hhh...haaaaa...rrrd" blurted Lara...as she felt the cold steel making intimate contact with her big chocolate coloured nipples and wide chocolate areolas...as she tried to get the drums off her naked chest.

"Uuuuuuuuunh...Criminals getting away...I have to stop them...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh...but my big nipples...getting...so hard...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...I...I can't handle it...when any man...touches them...touches my breasts...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunh...Steel....Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...so cold...rolling over my nipples...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunh...I'm getting...sleepier...and...sleepier....drums so heavy...too many of them...flattening my breasts...like the pancakes...I had for breakfast...today...No...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh
...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...I...can't...get...free...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" moaned the buxom Jamaican superwoman...as she allowed the sexual fantasies she kept repressed in her alter-ego of Lara Goodnite to filter into her mind.

"No....Uuuuuuuuuuuuh...My hardening nipples...making me think...about Robert...Robert Clark...Uuuuuuuuuuuh......want his hands...on my breasts...want him to squeeze them...Uuuuuuuuuuh...so hard...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunh...No...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...cold metal...arousing my big nipples...as the drum...rolls over my huge breasts...drums on top...weighing me down...ground...slippery with oil...Uuuuuuuuuuuuunh...must stop criminals...but....Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...don't want to...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" moaned Lara..as her eyelids became progressively heavier in the slits of her yellow cowl mask...as she saw images of the handsome National Security Minister...firmly massaging her big brown breasts...in her mind as she fantasied him doing.

Her long muscular legs gliding back and forth below her small curvy waist...the sexy toes of her erotic bare feet with golden razor sharp toenails...clutching in futility at the oil covered ground around her...unable to find any inch of solid ground...to help her stand up...her muscular arms...lying limp and useless past her head that was pillowed atop her thick mane of glossy black hair....her brown eyes barely open in the slits of her yellow cowl mask...Lara Goodnite had no choice but to embrace the inevitable."Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...this can't be...Uuuuuuuuuuuh... happening...but...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...it is...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...can't let any man...touch my breasts...or I become helpless..." blurted the busty Jamaican Amazon as she wiggled helplessly underneath the pile of huge oil drums...inside of a darkened warehouse along Kingston's waterfront.

"Should have gone...to Daddy's party...instead...I have oil drums...on top of my chest...my huge breasts.....Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunh...being flattened...every time...I move my body...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuunh...can't use my feline strength...to free myself...because...Ooooooh...every time I move...Uuuuuuuuuuunh...cold steel...of the drums...keeps rolling over my big nipples...making them...sooooo...haaaaaaaaaaard...can't stop thinking about...Robert...Robert Clark...want his hands on my breasts...his fingers playing with my big nipples...never been...turned on...like this...have to let the crooks...get away...have to...think...about...sex...have to...go to sleep...my big hard nipples...are making me...become...Uuuuuuuuuun....connn...sciousssssssssss" moaned Lara as her brown eyes slowly closed in the slits of her yellow cowl mask...the tension evaporated from her beautiful face and her curvaceous and muscular brown body...as she lay still
...under the pile of oil drums...surrendering to unconsciousness....thinking about what her father would be saying about now.

to be continued