The streets of the "Big Easy" were filled with thousands of locals and foreigners...who had come from far and wide to participate in the festivities of the annual Mardi Gras. The crowds of persons...in and out of colourful costumes...were particularly heavy within the French Quarter...which was where most of the annual carnival celebrations took place in the city. During the day...the shops...cafes...restaurants...and bars were crowded. People enjoyed the parades of costumed revellers and floats...and the performances of various entertainers on the sidewalks and street corners of the French Quarter. The setting of the sun over the Big Easy...saw the start of street parties...where people...either in costume or in civilian clothes... engaged in gay revelry until sunrise the following day.
Seated in the back seat of a taxi cab...dressed in a baggy white top with tight fitting blue jeans...black closed toe pumps...a broad rimmed white hat on her head...and large sunglasses over her eyes...her long glossy black hair tied into thick braids so that they hugged the contours of her head...T'CHALLA...PRINCESS OF WAKANDA... took note of the Mardi Gras activities taking place on the streets. However the beauteous African princess was not in New Orleans to partake in the festivities of Mardi Gras. She was there incognito and for a specific purpose. The taxi pulled up in front of the Bourbon Orleans Hotel. Getting out of the cab...and taking the sole piece of luggage she had...T'Challa strolled into the lobby of the classic hotel...heading straight for the front desk . "Yes Miss...Can I help you?" asked the clerkr behind the desk.
"I have a reservation here at your hotel...My name is OLISEH...SUNDAE OLISEH..." said the Wakandan Princess as she removed her sunglasses and handed the clerk her passport....with a smile on her face. The clerk smiled as he looked at the beauteous African woman standing before him...as he checked the computer. "Why yes Miss Oliseh...Your suite was pre-booked...and paid for...Here's your card key...We hope you enjoy your stay in New Orleans...and enjoy Mardi Gras..." said the clerk as he handed T'Challa her card key. "Thank you" replied the Princess of Wakanda as she put her sunglasses on again...accepted the card key...took her suitcase in hand...and made her way towards the nearby elevators to get to her suite on the fifth floor of the hotel. Across the lobby...a pair of white men...in casual attire and wearing sunglasses over their eyes...took note of her arrival...and left the hotel lobby.
Entering her suite and closing the door behind her...T'Challa kicked off her shoes...tossed her hat on to a nearby chair...removed her sunglasses and loosened her long mane of glossy black hair. "CHARLIE was very helpful in paying for my hotel reservation and ensuring that Sundae Oliseh had no trouble with Immigrations...The first part of my plan is complete..." said the Princess of Wakanda with a smile. She recalled that 24 hours later that vital secrets pertaining to her country's vibranium mining operations had been stolen by a criminal agent...a masked white man who went by the alias of THE GAZELLE. "The trail of the Gazelle leads here to New Orleans...and it is here that I have come" said T'Challa. Her mind then briefly passed over a young handsome police officer back in her native land...LUCAS WILLIAMS...who had found the vital clue which she needed to track her quarry.
As she thought about the handsome young Wakandan police officer...T'Challa felt her large black nipples stiffen underneath her top...as she remembered their last encounter. Her eyelids became slightly heavy...and she felt a brief dizziness come over her...as she remembered the feel of his hands on her huge firm ebony breasts. "Oh...I must not allow myself to be distracted...I must focus on the reason why I am here..." resolved the Princess of Wakanda as she recomposed herself...and began to unpack the contents of her suitcase. Slipping out of her travel clothes...wearing only a thin black lace bra and panty...T'Challa sat at the desk in her suite...and used her laptop to download some secure files which her friend....FBI agent CHARLIE MORRISON...about the Deveraux Corporation and its holdings...the majority of which were located in Louisiana.
"Curious...The files which Charlie sent me are vague about the Corporation's ownership...This was not known when their representative...BRYCE MONROE visited Wakanda...The timing of his visit and the appearance of the Gazelle...This cannot be coincidental" thought T'Challa as she continued to study the information which she had been sent about the Deveraux Corporation. While many locals and visitors were out enjoying the sights and sounds of New Orleans...and the buzz of Mardi Gras was in the air...Princess T'Challa ignored that...choosing to remain in her suite...learning what she could about the Deveraux Corporation...including the matchbook which she had obtained from Lucas before leaving her native Wakanda...travelling thousands of miles to come to New Orleans. This was how she spent the majority of the daytime on her first day in the Big Easy.
The only time she covered up...with a bathrobe in her suite... was when she ordered in room service...for her meals. After completing her research...T'Challa drew the curtains...slipped off her bra and panty...slipped stark naked under the covers of the queen sized bed in the suite...let out a sigh of pleasure...and went to sleep.
Bourbon Hotel
French Quarter
New Orleans, Louisiana
USA
8 pm
Hearing the sounds of revelry on the streets outside of the hotel...T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda...
awoke from her slumber...feeling refreshed and reinvigorated for the night's activities. Slipping out of bed stark naked...in the darkness of her suite...T'Challa raised her muscular ebony arms behind her head...to tie her long mane of glossy black hair into braids which caused her hair to hug the contours of her head and neck. Then standing in the middle of her suite...T'Challa removed a black patch that was kept between her huge firm ebony breasts. Rubbing the patch in the palms of her hands...it instantly unfolded into her special attire.
The Wakandan Princess began by slipping her erotic bare ebony feet...which sported ivory painted toenails...into the thin tight black attire. She slid it up her long muscular legs....her toned six pack abdomen...her huge firm ebony breasts...on to each of her muscular arms...and finally completed her change...by slipping the black hood over her head...her brown eyes peering through the slits of the hood...cat's ears perking up on top. "I have done what I can to prepare myself for the task that is to come...The matchbox belongs to one MADAME DUBOIS...a local fortune teller who has a salon that is located on Royal Street...within close proximity of this hotel..." said the Princess of Wakanda.
"Clearly the Deveraux Corporation has questions to answer...and the villain who calls himself the Gazelle...has an affinity for Madame Dubois' establishment...It is there I shall find the answers as to his whereabouts and the technology that he has stolen from Wakanda...I am garbed and ready for action...as the BLACK PANTHER" declared T'Challa...flexing the muscles of her voluptuous ebony body which was framed against the fabric of her thin tight black bodysuit. After ensuring her attire was in place...the Wakandan Wonder walked over to her suitcase and took out a charged satellite phone....dialling a number she knew by heart.
"Agent Morrison...This is the Black Panther speaking" said T'Challa into the phone...her hood altering the sound of her voice sufficiently. "Glad to hear from you Black Panther...Our mutual friend told me you'd be coming to New Orleans...I hope everything meets your specifications" replied FBI agent Charlie Morrison on the other end of the line in Washington DC...which was two hours behind New Orleans. "Yes...You have been very helpful Agent Morrison...I shall advise the Princess of this..." replied the Black Panther.
"So what's your next move hero lady?" asked Charlie. "The cover of the Mardi Gras provides the camouflage that I need to walk the streets of New Orleans without attracting suspicions...I shall go to Madame Dubois' Salon to find the answers that I seek...It is best we do not contact each other for now...I shall be certain to make first contact...once I have found the information that both of us need"
replied the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat. "I read you Black Panther...Enjoy the Mardi Gras...and good luck" said Charlie as he ended the call.
Exiting her hotel suite...the Black Panther made her way down the corridor...and staircase to the lobby of the classic hotel. Her huge firm breasts bobbing sexily...her large firm ass swaying sexily...every curve of her voluptuous body framed against her thin skin tight black bodysuit...the Wakandan Wonder turned the attention of several of the hotel's guests...some of whom were dressed in costume to participate in one of the many street parties taking place in the French Quarter...and hotel employees...as she strolled through the lobby and out of the front doors of the Bourbon Hotel...into the crowded streets.
Blending in with the costumed revellers and the non-costumed revellers...the Black Panther walked the streets of the French Quarter of the Big Easy...paying no need to the stares of men...women and even children...at her voluptuous and muscular ebony body that was well highlighted against the fabric of her thin skin tight black bodysuit...as she ignored the fireworks exploding overhead in the sky...music from the entertainers...performing on the street corners that she passed...moving further away from the Bourbon Hotel...finding herself amongst the crowds of people on Royal Street.
As she walked along the street a pair of drunken teenagers tried to get fresh with her. "Hey hot mama!...Gimme some sugar!" sneered one teenage boy as he tried to grab the huge firm bust of the Wakandan Wonder. "Out of my way boy!" quipped T'Challa as she felled him with a swift left hand karate chop to the neck...knocking him senseless to the ground. "You wanna play rough eh bitch?!...
I'll..." began the other teenager...before the ball of the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat's erotic right foot nailed him in the groin...and he fell to the ground...gasping for air...as the buxom black heroine stepped over their fallen forms...and kept on walking.
Finally she arrived at her destination...an old building...where the sign over the door read "Madame Dubois' Salon". Her huge firm breasts bobbing sexily and in tandem with her large firm ass...the Wakandan Wonder walked up the old wooden steps...on to the old wooden landing...and boldly entered through the front door. Once inside...the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat found herself in a dimly lit room...the curtains black and drawn. In the middle of the room...she saw an elderly white woman...who she estimated to be in her 80's...wearing royal blue robes...patterned with various constellations. Her hair was curly and silver. She sat at a table...with a crystal ball before her...watching the buxom black heroine approach.
"Madame Dubois....Allow me to introduce myself...I am the Black Panther...Heroine of Wakanda..." said T'Challa as she stood before the old fortune teller. "Yes...I have been expecting you..." replied Madame Dubois. "This belongs to you...It was found in my country...It belongs to a criminal who I have pursued here to New Orleans..." said the Wakandan Wonder as she placed the matchbook on the table in front of Madame Dubois. "I have come to seek your aid in locating this criminal...So that I may retrieve what he has stolen...and bring him to justice" explained the Black Panther.
The old fortune teller looked up at the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat...who assumed a heroic pose before her. Her hands balled into fists...resting on either side of her wide curvy waist...her long muscular legs spread slightly apart...her erotic feet resting flat on the floor...her huge firm bust pushed confidently towards her. "Will you not sit down my dear?...The crystal ball shall provide the answers you seek" offered Madame Dubois...gesturing to a chair on the other side of the table. "No...Time is of the essence and I have no interest in parlour tricks" replied Princess T'Challa as she maintained her pose.
The old fortune teller smiled as she remained seated on the other side of the table...the shiny crystal ball between the buxom black heroine and herself. "Yes...I sense you are a great warrior in your native land...I sense the great strength within you...the sense of conviction...that you complete the mission you have set for yourself...but to gain the insight that you seek...You must clear your head..." said Madame Dubois...gesturing with her hands...causing the crystal ball in front of her to begin to glow.
"I said I have no time for Mardi Gras and its associated frivolities....I am on an important mission...and I command you to provide answers to my questions..." insisted the Black Panther...becoming a little irritated.
"Anger clouds the mind my dear...To get insight...You must clear your head...Relax...Relax...Relax...
Relax....Relax..." said the old fortune teller...as a myriad of rainbow colours lights began to glow within the shining crystal ball...in front of her...which the Wakandan Wonder was looking directly at...as she glared at the old fortune teller. Madame Dubois' tone became softer...and faster...almost as if she were singing...chanting. "Relax...Relax...Relax...Relax...Relax...." said Madame Dubois...her grey eyes zeroing in on her objectives...which the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat...was completely unaware of.
"Madame Dubois...This is becoming tedious...I...must...I must..." began the Black Panther. "Relax...
Relax...Relax...Relax...Relax..." chanted the old fortune teller. "Madame...Dubois...The way...you speak
to me...your clever words...they utter a strange language...which my large nipples...Uuuuuuuuuuun...
der...stand...As you speak...They become...aroused...beneath my garb..." admitted Princess T'Challa as a pair of spherical outlines began visible against the fabric of her thin tight black bodysuit...as she stood in heroic pose before the old fortune teller.
The Wakandan Wonder felt the eyelids of her brown eyes becoming heavier with each passing second...and her brow eyes fluttered in the slits of her black hood...as she found herself increasingly compelled to stare directly into the flashing swirls of rainbow lights inside of the glowing crystal ball in front of her. "Your nipples are slaves to my words...Relax...Do not deny them the pleasure they crave...
Relax...You are tired Black Panther...Relax...Too tired to remain awake...Relax...as your large virgin nipples succumb to the soothing power of my enchantment...Relax...Relax...Relax...Relax...Relax..."
chanted Madame Dubois repeatedly.
"Uuuuuuuh...You are right...Uuuuuuuh...Madame Dubois...Your words...are finding a receptive audience...in my nipples...Uuuuuuuuuuuh...My warrior skills...honed in my native Wakanda...Uuuuuh
...useless...against such trickery...Uuuuuuuuuuh...It is some kind...of hypnotic suggestion...I am compelled...to stand here...and...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh...listen...to your words of witchcraft...Uuuuuuuuh
...I feel myself...becoming...so relaxed...as my nipples...grow in hardness...under...my battle garb...I feel myself...becoming...tired...I...I must resist...I must...act...before...it is...too late..." cooed the Black Panther...her head bobbing up and down between her huge firm breasts...her hardening nipples becoming visible against the fabric of her thin skin tight black costume.
Dazed...disoriented...distracted...the Wakandan Wonder had no idea that two male thugs...who were employees of the Deveraux Corporation...dressed in colourful costumes...with domino masks concealing their identities...approached her from behind. The thug standing on the left side of the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat...took out a small gleaming silver hypodermic needle. "Aaaaaaaargh!!!" cried Princess T'Challa as this thug stabbed her right in the middle of her hardened and erect large left nipple. "Ha!...Nailed her in her big tit!" sneered this thug.
"Aaaaaaaaargh!!!" cried the Black Panther for a second time...as the thug standing on her right...stabbed her in the middle of her hardened and erect large right nipple...with the hypodermic needle which he had. Their actions had an immediate effect on the Princess of Wakanda. "Uuuuuuunh...I have been...drugged...in my...large nipples...Uuuuuuuuunh...I am becoming dizzy...Impossible to stay standing..." blurted T'Challa...rising on the balls of her erotic feet...while still in heroic pose. "Sit her down..." instructed Madame Dubois.
Princess T'Challa felt the strong hands of the two thugs...standing on either side of her...grab hold of her arms. "Uuuuuuunh...What have you done...to my nipples...Uuuuuuuunh...I am feeling...so dizzy...My concentration wanes...Uuuuuuuuuunh...becoming weak...Uuuuuuuuuuuunh...I cannot break free"
complained the Black Panther...writhing helplessly in the grips of the two thugs...as they carried her over to a large chair. "Uuuuuuuff" groaned the Wakandan Wonder as she was deposited on her large firm ass on to the chair. Before the Princess of Wakanda could do anything...Madame Dubois acted again.
Wielding a large quilled feather in her wrinkled hands...the old fortune teller proceeded to glide it over the curves and contours of the buxom black heroine's huge firm breasts...paying special attention to their sexy summits...making long smooth strokes with the large quilled feather. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...My large nipples...Uuuuuuuuuuuh...being brushed...Uuuuuuuuuuuuh...with a large feather...I am not bound...but...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...I cannot defend myself...Uuuuuuuuuuuuh...Do not want to...Uuuuuuuuuh"moaned the Black Panther...her brown eyes fluttering in the slits of her black hood...staring sleepily at the old fortune teller...who applied her instrument with meticulous efficiency.
"So the huntress has become the hunted...the mighty jungle cat from Africa...now becomes a helpless pussycat..."sneered Madame Dubois...as she made long smooth strokes of the large quilled feather over the huge firm breasts of the Wakandan Wonder...paying special attention to her large nipples...making them erect and hard as stone...through the thin tight black fabric of her body suit...with each stroke. "Uuuuuuuuuh...Correct...I am...Uuuuuuuuuuuh...a virgin...raised to be pure of mind...Uuuuuuuuuuuh...and of body...Uuuuuuuuuuuuh...to fulfil my role...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...as Black Panther...Heroine...of...Wakanda...Uuuuuuuuuuuuh...I wish...Uuuuuuuuuuh...only...to...Uuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh... be...Uuuuuuuuuuuh....tamed...Uuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuh" confessed T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda to her unexpected captors...as she allowed her large nipples to be aroused into hardness...becoming hard as stone with each brush of the large quilled feather...making her become sleepier with each passing second.
The old white fortune teller of French heritage...smiled with pleasure...watching the large nipples of the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat...become harder and erecter...poking through the thin tight black fabric of her garb which covered her from her head to the toes of her erotic feet...which twitched slower and slower within the confines of the thin skin tight black garb which enclosed them...her brown eyes struggling to stay open in the slits of her black hood...with cat's ears perking up on top...as she sat unbound in the chair...allowing her huge firm breasts...and large virgin nipples to be freely brushed....by the large quilled feather wielding by the malevolent Madame Dubois.
"Yes...Now you are our prisoner.....You will tell us why you are here in New Orleans...What is the purpose of your presence?...You shall also tell us about your abilities...including your weaknesses...so that we can keep you tamed" instructed Madame Dubois as she kept on gliding the large quilled feather repeatedly over the stone hard and erect...large nipples of the beaten Black Panther...who was still coming to grips with how the tide had turned against her...how she had fallen into such a trap...and how increasingly she had no desire to escape from it...and defeat her captors.
"No...Uuuuuuuuuh...will not...Uuuuuuuuuh...obey...Uuuuuuuuuuh...the Black Panther..Uuuuuuuuuh...will not...Uuuuuuuuuuh...be your...Uuuuuuuuuuuuh....slave...You shall not succeed in your..in your evil plans...I will...Uuuuuuuh
..defeat you....Uuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuh" moaned T'Challa..Princess of Wakanda...her brown eyes fluttering in the slits of her black hood as the old fortune teller kept brushing her stone hard and erect large nipples through her thin skin tight black garb...with her large quilled feather.
As she brushed the large quilled feather...slowly...meticulously over each of the stone hard and erect large nipples...that were poking through the thin tight black fabric of the Wakandan Wonder's bodysuit...Madame Dubois noticed movement in the fabric of her black hood...telling her where the heroine's nose and mouth were. "You have no choice in the matter Black Panther" sneered the old fortune teller...nodding to the two costumed thugs who were standing on either side of the chair on which the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat sat...unbound but completely helpless to prevent Madame Dubois from giving her large firm breasts a generous feathering. The thug standing on the right of the helpless heroine took out a dark brown bottle from under the folds of his billowy shirt. Uncapping the bottle...he proceeded to wave it underneath the Black Panther's nose and mouth.
"UUUH...THAT SCENT...UUUUH..IT IS VERY POWERFUL...UUUUUH...WHAT IS IT??...UUUUH...I AM COMPELLED TO INHALE IT...UUUUH...UUUUH...UUUH" complained T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda...her brown eyes widening in surprise in the slits of her black hood as potent fumes from the uncapped dark brown penetrated the thin skin tight black fabric in the vicinity of her nose and mouth. "It's called CHLOROFORM...A good dose of this'll change your tune Jungle Cat!!" sneered the thug who was waving the bottle under T'Challa's nose and mouth....while Madame Dubois kept gliding the large quilled feather all over the Wakandan Wonder's large firm breasts...ensuring that her stone hard and erect nipples were given no chance to soften...so she could regain her composure.
...HAVE NEVER EXPERIENCED...UUUUUUUUUUUUH...ANYTHING LIKE THIS...UUUUUUUUUUUH...IN MY HOMELAND...
OF...WA...KAN...D...AHHH...MY WARROR TRAINING...UUUUUUUUUH...DID NOT PREPARE ME...UUUUUUUUUUUUUH...FOR THIS...UUUUUUUUUUUH...I MUST TELL YOU...MY ENEMIES...UUUUUUUUUUH...YOUR CHLOROFORM...UUUUH...IT IS VERY EFFECTIVE...UUUUUUUUUH...MY MIND CLOUDS...UUUUUUUUUUH...WITH FORBIDDEN THOUGHTS...UUUUUUUUUUUUH
UUUUUUUUUH...OF...MEN...UUUUUUUUUH...OF...UUUUUUUUUH...SEX....THE BLACK PANTHER...IS TRULY TAMED THIS NIGHT...UUUUUUH...UUUUUUUUH" confessed T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda... to Madame Dubois and her allies.
Delighted by the increasingly erotic utterances of the weakening Wakandan Wonder...the old fortune teller instructed the thug who was wielding the uncapped bottle that was filled with chloroform.. directly underneath the places under the black hood where the heroine's nose and mouth were...forcing her to inhale copious amounts of the potent anaesthetic. "Feel the gentle caress of the feather over your big nipples...inhale the fumes of the chloroform...You grow tired Black Panther...Too tired to resist...You yearn for rest...Sleep...Sleep...Sleep" chanted Madame Dubois as she massaged the Jumbo Chest Jungle Cat's great bust...brushing her large stone hard and erect nipples...over and over again...through the thin tight black fabric of her bodysuit.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuh...Yes...Uuuuuuuuuuuh...You are...right...My large nipples...never been touched this way...Uuuuuuuuuuuuh...I am becoming...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...so tired...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...so very...tired...Uuuuuuuuuuuh...cannot...move...Uuuuuuuuuuuuh...Chloroform...have no choice...must inhale it...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...it overwhelms me...My head...reels with dizziness...Chains of unbreakable fatigue...bind my muscles...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Forbidden thoughts...of men...of...sex...undermine my resolve....Yes...Uuuuuuuuuuuh...I am becoming...so weak...so helpless....I wish...only...to sleep..." confessed the Black Panther...her eyelids heavy with sleep...her brown eyes barely open in the slits of her black hood.
Madame Dubois smiled again...as she admired the voluptuous and muscular body of the Wakandan Wonder...framed against her thin skin tight black bodysuit...especially her huge firm breasts...and the large...stone hard and erect nipples which capped their summits. "You shall sleep Black Panther...but only after you answer my questions...and answer them truthfully..." instructed the old fortune teller as she kept gently brushing her large quilled feather slowly over the large firm breasts of the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat...never giving her large nipples a chance to relax. At the same time...the thug standing on her right...kept the uncapped chloroform bottle directly underneath her nose and mouth...forcing T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda...to inhale more fumes of the potent anaesthetic...she was experiencing for the first time outside of her homeland in Africa.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuh...By the will...of the Panther God...Uuuuuuuuuuh...who grants me....strength...Uuuuuuuuuuuh....I am compelled...to obey you...Uuuuuuuuuuuuh...You must...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh....keep my large nipples...Uuuuuuuuuuuuh...in a state...of....hardness...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...make me...inhale...your mighty chloroform...Uuuuuuuuuuuh...Hear my words...My captors...Uuuuuuuuuuuuh...You are the first...to tame...the Black Panther...Heroine...of...Wakanda...." blurted Princess T'Challa....her brown eyes fluttering in the slits of her black hood....her muscular arms falling limp over the arms of the chair...the soles of her erotic feet resting flat on the floor...her huge firm breasts heaving slowly up and down within the confines of her thin skin tight black bodysuit...as she inhaled copious amounts of chloroform...while the large quilled feather...kept brushing her hard and erect large nipples.
Nodding to the thug holding the uncapped bottle of chloroform underneath the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat's nose and mouth...Madame Dubois instructed him to remove it from under her nose and mouth...but keep it close...in case she tried to resist. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Do not fear...My captors...Uuuuuuuh...I am tamed...by your mighty chloroform...Uuuuuuuuuh...I shall not soon recover...Uuuuuuuuuuuuh....the Black Panther...Uuuuuuuuuh...gives you...her word...Uuuuuuuuuh...the word...of...the Heroine...of...Wakanda...Uuuuuuuuuh" cooed T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda...as the old fortune teller kept on expertly brushing the large quilled feather over every inch of her huge firm breasts...which heaved slowly up and down...within the confines of her thin skin tight black body suit...paying special attention to her large...stone hard...and erect...nipples...which were poking through the fabric of her attire.
"Now Black Panther...as I brush your great nipples with this feather...You become tired...too tired to remain awake...." said Madame Dubois. "Yes...Hardness in my large nipples...compels me...to obey...Uuuuuuuuuh...They have never....been touched this way....I am tired...so tired...." agreed the Wakandan Wonder as she sat in the chair...her brown eyes fluttering in the slits of her black hood...allowing the old white fortune teller to freely brush her huge firm breasts with her large quilled feather...keeping her large virgin nipples...hard....erect...and bullet shaped. "You must answer my questions without hesitation...and you must speak the truth!" commanded Madame Dubois....as she glided the large quilled feather...repeatedly over her large...stone hard...and erect...nipples...visible against the fabric of her thin skin tight black garb.
"Uuuuuuuh...Yes...Uuuuuuh...I agree...Uuuuuuuh...will answer...your...questions..." agreed the sleepy Black Panther as Madame Dubois gently brushes the sexy summits of her huge firm breasts...keeping her large nipples...hard as stone...and erect...poking through the thin skin tight fabric of her black bodysuit. "Who are you?" asked the old fortune teller. "Uuuuuuuh...I...am...Black
Panther...Heroine...of...Wakanda...Uuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuh" sighed T'Challa...her brown eyes struggling to stay open in the slits of her black hood...as the quills of the large feather wielded by Madame Dubois...tickled her large nipples....maintaining their hardness and erectness through her thin tight black garb. "What is your mission?...Why are you in New Orleans?" asked Madame Dubois.
"Uuuuuuuuh...files...stolen...from my homeland...Uuuuuuuh...about...Uuuuuuuuh...vibranium...mining...technology...Uuuuuuuuuh
...by...a white villain...named...Uuuuuuuuuuuh...THE GAZELLE...found...Uuuuuuuuuuh....a matchbook...with this address...on it...I
...Uuuuuuuuh...came here...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...to find...the stolen files...take them back...to...Wakanda...and...Uuuuuuuuuuuh...bring...the Gazelle...and his allies...the...DEVERAUX CORPORATION...to...Uuuuuuh...justice...Uuuuuuuuh" confessed the Black Panther. "Who knows you're here?...Who are you working with Black Panther?" asked Madame Dubois...as she kept on brushing the stone hard and erect large nipples of the helpless heroine through her flimsy tight bodysuit.
"Uuuuuuuuh...FBI...Uuuuuuuuuh...Special Agent...Charlie Morrison...Uuuuuuuuh...He arranged for me...to come here...Uuuuuuuuh...I am...to make contact...with him...when I returned...from investigating...your...establishment...Uuuuuuuh" confessed the weakening Wakandan Wonder. "That's a call you shall not make...Now I command you to tell me everything...about your strengths
...and your weaknesses...Leave nothing out...Speak the truth!" instructed Madame Dubois...as she glided the feather slowly...over both of T'Challa's large...stone hard and erect nipples. "Uuuuuuh...Yes...Uuuuuuuh...will tell you everything...Uuuuuuuh...I was chosen...Uuuuuuuuh...as a young girl...to be champion...of my people...by the Panther God...My body has been conditioned...to be...in peak physical form...my attire...fashioned from vibranium treated fabric...bullets...fire...water...cannot destroy it...garbs my body...like...a second skin...increases my strength a thousand fold...Uuuuuuh...I possess...heightened senses...and great agility..." revealed the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat.
"Yet...You are so easily subdued when your large nipples are aroused...Explain" instructed Madame Dubois...giving the helpless heroine's visibly aroused large nipples some more brushing with her large quilled feather. "Uuuuuuuuh...as I said before...I have been conditioned...to be pure of mind...pure of body...to perform my duties...as Black Panther...This has made...my erogenous body parts...more susceptible...to stimuli...than...an ordinary woman...the Panther God has decreed...that should I be outwitted by my enemies...and my nipples are touched...I am compelled...to become weak...and tired...the longer...my nipples are aroused...the longer it takes...for me...to regain...my strength...it is my punishment..." explained the tired T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda.
Her words gave the old fortune teller an idea. "Good...Chloroform weakens you Black Panther...Explain..." said Madame Dubois."Uuuuuuuuuh...I have never experienced...any substance...so nefarious...in my adventures...in my native land...Uuuuuuuuuuuh...when I smell it...I immediately...become...dizzy...weak...I say to you my captors...I will never be able...to counter its powerful effects...I will always be defeated...if my enemies use chloroform against me...." blurted the Wakandan Wonder...as her brown eyes kept fluttering in the slits of her black hood...as she felt the feather's quills brushing her large...stone hard and erect...virgin nipples.
"What if the chloroform is applied directly to your oversized nipples...and your breasts?" asked Madame Dubois. "That...Uuuuuuuh...has never been done...I...do not know...what that...will accomplish...Uuuuuh" sighed T'Challa. While she made this sleepy disclosure...the two thugs standing on either side of the seated and sleepy Black Panther...took the opportunity to each pour generous amounts of the potent anaesthetic into thick cotton pads. "You shall not succeed...I will stop...your evil plans...My strength...shall return...once my nipples soften...I will escape...contact...the FBI..." sighed the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat...as she saw Madame Dubois withdraw the feather from her huge firm heaving breasts.
"You ain't doing nothing black bimbo!...This ain't Africa..." said the thug standing on her left. "Yeah...Welcome to New Orleans..." sneered the thug standing on her right. One cue from Madame Dubois...they simultaneously pressed their thick cotton pads on top of the sexy summits of the heroine's huge firm bust. "AAAAAAAARGH....MY LARGE NIPPLES...AAAAAAARGH...THEY BURN LIKE FIRE...AAAAARGH...CHLOROFORM...AAAAAAAAAAAARGH...BEING APPLIED TO THEM....AAAAAAAAAAAARGH...PENETRATING...MY SACRED GARB....AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH...STRONGER THAN STEEL...AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH...BUT THIN AS TISSUE....AAAAAAAAARGH...AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH" cried the Black Panther...pounding the balls of her erotic feet against the floor...as she protested the chloroform-soaked cotton pads that were smothering her large...stone hard and erect virgin nipples.
After a minute...the Jumbo Chest Jungle Cat's pathetic attempt at resistance crumbled...and her long muscular legs went limp below her thick curvy waist...and her voluptuous and muscular body slid off the chair...and she fell to her knees...with the thugs...keeping their drug-soaked pads pressed firmly atop the sexy summits of her huge firm breasts. Madame Dubois nodded to the two thugs...and they removed the cotton pads from the sexy summits of the Black Panther's huge firm heaving breasts. "Uuuuuuuuuh....I have no resistance...Uuuuuuuuuh...to chloroform...Uuuuuuuuuuuh...will always be defeated by it...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh...especially if it is put...on my large nipples...it makes them...so hard......Uuuuuuuh...dizzy
...tired...weak..." confessed T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda...her head sagging between her huge heaving mounds.
The old fortune teller added insult to injury...brushing her drugged and aroused...large stone hard nipples...poking through her thin tight black garb...with her large quilled feather again. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuh...Please..Uuuuuuuuuuh...Not my large nipples...Uuuuuuuuuuuuh...I am defenceless...Uuuuuuuuuuuh...if you continue...Uuuuuuuuuuh...I shall faint...and become
...unconscious..." pleaded the beaten Black Panther...staring with sleepy brown eyes in the slits of her black hood...at Madame Dubois as she feather massaged her stone hard and erect large virgin nipples. "You promised to tell the truth Black Panther...Answer all my questions.." reminded Madame Dubois. "Yes...Uuuuuuh...must obey..." replied the Wakandan Wonder. "Good...You will reveal your secret identity...Who is the Black Panther?" asked Madame Dubois with a smile.
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