Black Panther in Trade Secrets 5


Wakanda City
Wakanda, Africa
7 am



Police officer LUCAS WILLIAMS pulled his squad car into the parking lot of the station that he and his partner WEBO PIERE...were assigned to...as they completed their night shift. As they got out of the car and walked towards the station.. to sign out and head to their respective homes...Webo could see that his partner had something...or rather someone on his mind. "Give it up man...You don't have a chance with her..." remarked Webo. "Huh?...What're you talking about Webo?" asked Lucas. "The BLACK PANTHER...She's way out of your league...She's a super heroine... champion of justice in Wakanda...No way she'd go for a relationship...and not with an ordinary guy" remarked Webo.



Lucas however was not listening to what his partner and best friend was saying...as an image of the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat appeared in his mind's eye...her voluptuous and muscular body framed against a thin skin tight black bodysuit...her brown eyes blazing through slits of her black hood...atop which cat's ears perked up...giving her the look of her feline namesake. He remembered his first meeting with the Black Panther...when she handed over some felons who had stolen some documents from the National Security Ministry...and how arrogant and dismissive she was towards them. However he never told Webo that he had encountered the Wakandan Wonder when they were part of a police team sent to the Bandu Mining Complex...after the daughter of KING T'CHAKA...PRINCESS T'CHALLA was reported to be in danger at the complex in the middle of a suspected terrorist attack.



He also never told Webo that the Black Panther had come to his apartment days earlier... and after a brief tussle ...had made off with a box of matches he had found in the mining complex...but had not submitted it to evidence...thinking it was unimportant. Lucas remembered on these latter two encounters...he remembered touching her huge firm breasts...how she admitted there was something about her large nipples....which could weaken her. Lucas was also aware that since she paid a visit to his apartment...and they wrestled....with him almost taming her...before she took the box of matches...and left. There had been no sighting of the Wakandan Wonder since then....making Lucas wonder where she had gone.



"Lucas...You're my partner...You're my bro...So I'm telling you...let this go man...You got no more chance with the Black Panther than you do with PRINCESS T'CHALLA..." said Webo as they walked up the steps towards the front doors of the police station. "You shouldn't be so quick to judge Webo...You never know how things can play out" replied Lucas as they entered the station...catching the attention of the sergeant at the desk. "Williams...You got mail" said the sergeant and handed the young policeman a letter. "What is it?" asked Webo as they walked towards the locker room. Lucas turned it over...and noticed the crest of the Royal Family of Wakanda on the envelope. Opening the letter...he saw it was a personal invitation from King T'Chaka himself...to a private dinner at the Royal Palace in Wakanda City...with the King...and Princess T'Challa. "See what I mean" replied Lucas with a smile. However his mind

flashed briefly on the Black Panther...wondering where she was and why she had not been seen in days



French Quarter

New Orleans

Louisiana, New Orleans

USA

11 pm



The 1950 Cadillac limousine...with dark tinted rear windows pulled up at the waterfront. A pair of costumed thugs who were sitting in the front of the classic motorcar...got out of the front of the vehicle...and one of them opened the left rear passenger door. This allowed MADAME DUBOIS...a 70 year old fortune teller of dubious reputation to exit the vehicle. She was followed by two more costumed thugs...carrying the motionless...voluptuous and muscular body of the BLACK PANTHER...out of the rear of the limousine. One thug holding her by her armpits...the other holding her shapely ankles...as her head lolled backwards...her eyes tightly closed in the slits of her black hood...her large nipples stone hard and erect...their outlines visible against the fabric of her thin skin tight black bodysuit...the sexy toes of her erotic feet pointing down...a wet spot visible between her large thighs.



"We must leave before the Black Panther's friend in the FBI knows that something is amiss...Take her to the boat" ordered Madame Dubois as she made her way along the docks. The two thugs carrying the unconscious Wakandan Wonder did as the old fortune teller instructed...and followed her. As they carried her...the Black Panther's huge firm breasts...swayed sexily from side to side...beneath her thin skin tight black bodysuit...the outline of her stone hard and erect large nipples visible. Under the hood of the Black Panther...T'CHALLA...

PRINCESS OF WAKANDA...lay trapped in a drugged stupor...of sex and sleep. She had come to New Orleans ..following the trail of a masked felon called THE GAZELLE...who had bested her in her native homeland and stolen some technology which in the wrong hands could be deadly.



Coming under an alias...following a clue she had obtained from Police Officer Lucas Williams...T'Challa had changed into the Black Panther...and made her way into the crowds of the Mardi Gras festivities...to locate the business of Madame Dubois...where she had planned to get the information she needed to locate the Gazelle...retrieve the stolen Wakandan technology and make the Gazelle and his allies answer for their crimes...with the help of her friend...FBI Special Agent Charlie Morrison...who was awaiting word from her.The Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat had no idea that her arrival in New Orleans was anticipated and her enemies were prepared to receive her.



Distracted by a spinning globe...emitting flashing coloured lights and waves of a strange energy...Black Panther was lulled into complacency as her large virgin nipples were aroused...then injected with a potent tranquiliser to sedate her...she was unable to fight back...as Madame Dubois aroused her large virgin nipples even more with a large quilled feather...compelling her to reveal her weaknesses...especially to chloroform...and the potent drug being worked into her large virgin nipples and her huge firm breasts. Dazed and disoriented...the Wakandan Wonder was dragged through the crowded streets of the French Quarter...with the passers by thinking her to be a costumed slut...freely fondled were huge firm breasts and slapping her large firm round ass...ignoring her pleas for help.



Placed inside of a 1950 Cadillac limousine...the Black Panther was cruelly fingered in her virgin cunt...through the fabric of her thin skin tight black bodysuit...until she had a massive orgasm...then chloroformed into unconsciousness...leading to her present predicament. "Uuuuuuh...My large Wakandan Nipples...Uuuuuuuh...

They are...still hard...from...the chloroform...weakness in my huge Wakandan Breasts...pain...in my Wakandan Cunt...I am so tired...Great Panther God...I must...sleep...Where...am I...Where...are they taking me?....Uuuuuuuh" thought T'Challa as she was carried unconscious by the two costumed thugs towards their waiting vessel at the end of one of the piers on the waterfront.



The vessel in question was a large airboat...commonly used to travel in and out of Louisana's vast swamplands. On board...the pilot of the vessel was preparing it for departure...as he spotted Madame Dubois...and the two costumed thugs...carrying the unconscious Black Panther towards him. The old fortune teller boarded the airboat first. "We must depart immediately...our prisoner must be taken into the bayou and secured..." said Madame Dubois to the pilot as the two costumed thugs...carrying the helpless Heroine of Wakanda...boarded the vessel...and took her to the rear. As she was brought on board...Princess T'Challa...the voluptuous and muscular woman in the garb of the Black Panther remained trapped in a stupor of sex and sleep.



"Uuuuuuuuuuh...Great Panther God...The chloroform...it is so effective...my large Wakandan Nipples...are so hard...

Uuuuuuuuuuuuh...I am compelled to think...about...about...a man...touching them...making me helpless...No...I must

prevail...against the enemies...Uuuuuuuuuuh...of Wakanda...must allow...my large Wakandan Nipples...to soften...so that I...can regain my strength...and defeat my enemies...fulfil my mission...of justice" thought the Black Panther..as the thugs carried her to the back of the airboat...as its engines roared to life. "C'mon let's secure this black bitch" said the thug holding the Wakandan Wonder's shapely ankles as they laid her on the floor of the boat...and he tied her ankles together with ropes.



"The chloroform really nailed her good...especially in her big tits...everyone thought she's a costumed slut that got wasted in Mardi Gras...She'll be out for hours...till we get her into the bayous.." agreed the second costumed thug as he used another set of ropes to bind her wrists behind her back. The two costumed thugs left the Wakandan Wonder lying on the floor of the airboat...and went to release the mooring lines...pushing the vessel away from the dock. Once clear...the pilot...started the engine...and the large propeller at the rear of the airboat...sputtered to life. As its rotations increased...the pilot steered the vessel away from dock...the glittering lights of the French Quarter...the festive sounds of Mardi Gras...and towards the darkened...abysmal bayous that lay further up the Mississippi River.



However as the airboat sailed further away from the city of New Orleans...along the Mississippi River...the Black Panther slowly began to stir. "Uuuuuuuuuh...Great Panther God...My large Wakandan Nipples...are becoming soft again...The chloroform...it is wearing off...must focus my thoughts...concentrate on my mission of justice...soon my strength shall return in full force..." thought T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda...as her huge firm breasts...rose and fell slowly within the confines of her thin skin tight black bodysuit...as she lay bound...hands behind her back at her wrists with rope....her erotic feet bound together at the ankles by another set of rope...as she lay on the deck of the airboat...as it headed into the channel that lead into the bayous of Louisiana. As the cool night air wafted over her voluptuous and muscular body...as the airboat glided over the murky waters of the Mississippi...

T'Challa used her warrior's training...taking slow and deep breaths...through the part of her black hood which covered her nose and mouth.



As the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat's impressive bust heaved slowly up and down beneath her thin skin tight black bodysuit...the fresh air entering her lungs helped her large virgin nipples to soften rapidly...and she felt her strength returning. Slowly...her brown eyes opened in the slits of her black hood...as she felt her large nipples relax under her thin tight-fitting black garb...as her senses returned...and she became aware of her surroundings. The Wakandan Wonder also observed that the two costumed thugs...who had great fun fondling her huge firm breasts and chloroforming her at Madame Dubois' business place...and as they dragged her through the Mardi Gras crowds on the streets of the French Quarter... were standing with their backs to her...on either side of the boat's pilot...looking ahead towards the dense maze of bushes...trees and sand bars of the approaching swampland.



Taking a deep breath...her huge firm breasts swelling underneath her thin tight black bodysuit...the Black Panther flexed her muscular arms and her long muscular legs...effortlessly and silently snapping the ropes which bound her hands at her wrists...and her erotic feet at her ankles. "Those men have made a grave error...leaving me unguarded as they have..." thought the Wakandan Wonder...as she twisted her voluptuous and muscular body...into a squatting position on the balls of her erotic feet...her fingers pressing against the deck of the moving airboat...her huge firm breasts bunching together underneath her thin skin tight black bodysuit.



Her brown eyes focused in the slits of her black hood on the two costumed thugs...who standing on either side of the airboat pilot...as he sat guiding the vessel through the narrow channels of the bayous...leaving New Orleans further and further behind...the Black Panther tensed the muscles of her voluptuous body...framed against her thin skin tight black bodysuit as she prepared herself for action. "These men have no idea that my years of physical and mental conditioning...allow me to recuperate faster than a normal person...They cannot hear me over the sound of this boat's engine...and are only focusing on their destination into some forsaken swampland...I have no desire to go there...I shall strike fast...and subdue them...then return to New Orleans...where I can contact Charlie and his FBI friends..." resolved T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda.



However preoccupied by her own thoughts and plans...the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat was unaware that while the men on the airboat were not paying attention to her...someone else was. While the noise from the boat's engine prevented the two costumed thugs and the pilot from noticing that the Black Panther was awake...freed from her bonds...and preparing to strike...it also made the Wakandan Wonder oblivious to the fact that Madame Dubois had noticed what she was planning to do...and made a swift intervention. "My strength is almost at full peak...my large Wakandan Nipples close to ultimate softness...These criminals shall know the vengeance of the Black Panther...I" thought Princess T'Challa...tensing the muscles of her voluptuous body...that were now framed against her thin skin tight black garb...preparing to act against her three targets with the swiftness of her feline namesake...unaware that her advantage had been lost.



"So you are awake Black Panther...You are restless...Fear not...I know how to calm you..." sneered Madame Dubois as her hands cupped the massive mounds of the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat. "Eh??...Great Panther God!...Madame Dubois has taken me off guard!...Her old white hands have taken hold of my large Wakandan Breasts!...I must act before..." began T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda...her brown eyes wide with alarm as she saw the old fortune teller's hands cupping her huge firm bust. "No foolish African woman!...Had you acted sooner...You would have been free!" sneered Madame Dubois as her fingers expertly located their objectives...made easy by the flimsy attire of the Wakandan Wonder. "UUUUUUUUH...MY LARGE WAKANDAN NIPPLES...UUUUUUH...BEING TOUCHED...UUUUUUUUNH...BY THE FINGERS OF MADAME DUBOIS...UUUUUUUUUUNH...GREAT PANTHER GOD...UUUUUUUUUUNH...ALL IS LOST" declared the Black Panther...as she squatted on the balls of her erotic feet...her fingers pressed against the deck of the moving airboat...helpless to act...as she felt the fingers of the old white fortune teller seize hold of her large nipples...visible against the fabric of her thin skin tight black bodysuit.



T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda...was absolutely helpless to act...as she felt Madame Dubois grip her large all natural nipples.. between the thumbs and index fingers of her left and right hands. "Yes Black Panther...You are quite correct...Now you shall feel the touch of my fingers...as they cast a spell on your large African nipples..." sneered Madame Dubois as she began to rotate the sexy summits of the Wakandan Wonder's ample bust in a slow rhythmic clockwise motion. "UUUUUUUUUUH...YES...UUUUUUUUUUH...GREAT PANTHER GOD...UUUUUUUUUUUH...HELP ME..." moaned the Black Panther...as she felt her eyelids becoming heavy in the slits of her black hood. "Your heathen god can't help you now...super black bitch...for I do not bring you pain...I bring you pleasure...Pleasure beyond your wildest dreams" sneered Madame Dubois.



"UUUUUUUUUH...YOU ARE RIGHT...UUUUUUUUUUUH...THE WAY YOU MANIPULATE...MY LARGE WAKANDAN NIPPLES...UUUUUUUUUUH...YOU ARE MAKING THEM...UUUUUUUUUUH...BECOME...HARD...AGAIN...I...DID NOT...UUUUUUUUH...SEIZE...UUUUUUUUUUH...MY OPPORTUNITY...UUUUUUUUUUUUUH...NOW...I MUST... SUFFER...UUUUUUUH...THE...CONSQUENCES...UUUUUUUUUH...UUUUUUUUUUH" moaned the Black Panther...allowing the old white fortune teller to rotate her large virgin nipples. "As I said Black Panther...I bring you pleasure...not pain...Listen to my voice...and do as you are told...A man...A man you desire...is touching your large African nipples...I compel you to think...and speak...of this man" said Madame Dubois as she kept rotating T'Challa's erect and hardening large sexy summits.



"UUUUUUUUUH...THEY ARE MY...UUUUUUUUUUH...WAKANDAN NIPPLES...UUUUUUUUUUH...ALL NATURAL...NEVER TOUCHED...FROM BIRTH...UUUUUUUUUUUH...MUST BE KEPT PURE...UUUUUUUUUH

...TO DISCHARGE MY DUTIES...UUUUUUUUUUUH...AS CHAMPION...UUUUUUUUUUH...OF MY PEOPLE

...GREAT PANTHER GOD...HELP ME..."moaned the Black Panther...remaining in her squatting position on the deck of the moving airboat...as Madame Dubois kept squeezing and simultaneously rotating her large stone hard and erect nipples through her thin skin tight black garb.



"I feel the tension within your large nipples Black Panther...but the bowstring cannot be drawn this tight... even a super black bitch like you...must relax...Listen to my words...A man...A man you desire is touching your large nipples...You are helpless to resist..." repeated the old white fortune teller as she kept rotating the large stone hard and erect...virgin nipples of T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda. As her brown eyes struggled to remain open in the slits of her black hood...T'Challa...saw images appearing before them..as Madame Dubois' words found fertile ground inside of her increasingly jaded brain.



"UUUUUUUUH..MY LARGE WAKANDAN NIPPLES...UUUUUUUUUH...THEY ARE BEWITCHED...THEY ARE BECOMING...SO...HARD...I...I..WANT THEM...TO BE TOUCHED...BY...BY...BY...LUCAS...NOT...UUUUUUUUH...AN EVIL...UUUUUUUUNH...CRONE...UUUUUUUUUUH...GREAT PANTHER GOD...THE HARDER...MY NIPPLES BECOME...THE SLEEPIER...I BECOME...UUUUUUUUUH...UUUUUUUUH" blurted the Black Panther....squatting on the balls of her erotic feet...her toes splayed within the thin skin tight black bodysuit she wore...absolutely helpless to defend herself against Madame Dubois expert erotic manipulation. "Lucas...Who is the man called...Lucas?...I command you to answer...you super black bitch!" instructed the old white fortune teller ...as she tightening her grips on Princess T'Challa's large stone hard and erect virgin nipples...as she rotated them.



"UUUUUUUUUH...YES...UUUUUUUUUH...LUCAS WILLIAMS...IS A POLICE OFFICER...IN MY HOMELAND...UUUUUUUUH...OF...WAKANDA...UUUUUUUUUUH...I HAVE ENCOUNTERED HIM...UUUUUUUUUUUUH...IN MY ADVENTURES...UUUUUUUUH ....UUUUUUUUUUH" confessed the Black Panther as she remembered the last time she saw Lucas...when she paid a late night visit to his apartment in Wakanda City. "So...you care for this man...Eh super black bitch?" asked Madame Dubois as she kept squeezing and rotating the large stone hard and erect virgin nipples through the thin skin tight black body garb of the Wakandan Wonder. Her eyelids becoming increasingly heavier in the slits of her black hood...T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda...fought a losing battle...physically to remain conscious...and mentally to suppress erotic urges which surprised her.



She remembered how she challenged him to a contest...so she could get the matchbook in his possession...to get a clue to follow the trail of the masked villain called THE GAZELLE...who had stolen some top secret vibranium mining technology. The Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat...remembered how she was winning that fight...until Lucas somehow managed to outwit her...and got his hands on her huge firm Wakandan Breasts. "UUUUUUUUH...HIS HANDS...UUUUUUUH...FEEL GOOD...ON MY HUGE WAKANDAN BREASTS...UUUUUUUUH...I...CANNOT RESIST...THE WAY...HIS FINGERS...TOUCH...MY LARGE WAKANDAN NIPPLES...GREAT PANTHER GOD...UUUUUUUUH...I AM BECOMING...SO TIRED...HELP ME..." blurted the Black Panther...her head bobbing up and down between her ample cleavage as Madame Dubois continued to erotically exploit her large virgin nipples.



As her large stone hard and erect...virgin Wakandan Nipples were squeezed and rotated by the evil white fortune teller...Princess T'Challa...found it increasingly difficult for her not to think about the handsome police officer Lucas Williams. "You cannot fight your own desires super black bitch...Your heathen god can't save you now...as I squeeze and spin your large nipples...I command you to think about this man...think about Lucas Williams!" declared Madame Dubois. The words of the evil white fortune teller...caused images of Lucas to play in T'Challa's increasingly jaded brain. She saw his handsome face...remembered his lean athletic ebony body...and remembered the way his hands felt when they were touching her huge firm Wakandan Breasts through the thin skin tight fabric of her black body. garb.



FBI headquarters

Washington DC

10 pm



Seated in his office...in the J Edgar Hoover Building...Special Agent CHARLIE MORRISON...checked his watch. "No word yet from the Black Panther..." he thought. Getting up from his chair...Charlie picked up a file...and walked over to his office window...and watched the vehicles and people passing in the street below. He remembered his call days earlier with his friend from college days...T'Challa...the Crown Princess of the African nation of Wakanda. T'Challa had called him about the theft of top secret mining technology stolen days earlier from a mining complex in Wakanda by a masked villain codenamed The Gazelle...who was known to the FBI. The Wakandan Princess had contacted him to arrange for her special agent...the Black Panther to come to New Orleans to follow a lead. The arrangement was for the Black Panther to make contact with him at a specific time...after she had gone to a place in the French Quarter of New Orleans.



The Bureau had a file on the Black Panther and Charlie had accessed a copy of it...after his phone call with Princess T'Challa. Looking through the file.. Charlie examined the photos of the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat...her voluptuous and muscular body...framed against the thin skin tight black bodysuit that covered her from head to toe. The Bureau's reports on her activities showed that she was successful against a variety of criminals within her homeland in Africa. He alone knew that this was the Wakandan Wonder's first mission outside of Africa. "Could something have gone wrong?" wondered Charlie. As he pondered this thought...he found himself thinking about T'Challa herself...who he had secretly loved for years. During their time in college together...T'Challa was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen...which a body that was shapely and muscular. "I wonder who you are?" asked Charlie as he looked at a photo of the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat.



Undisclosed location

Louisiana

11.30 pm



As the airboat continued its steady journey deeper into the dense bayous of Louisiana...T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda...the Black Panther...was becoming increasingly oblivious to the fact that her captors were taking her further and further away from any kind of civilisation as she knew it. The only thing she was being made increasingly aware of...was the firm grip of the thumbs and index fingers of Madame Dubois...on her large virgin...stone hard and erect...Wakandan Nipples...as the evil white fortune teller squeezed and rotated her tormented sexy summits...that had been injected with a tranquiliser...chloroformed...and physically abused...since she had fallen into a well laid trap that had been set for her.



"UUUUUUUUH...YOU SHALL NOT...UUUUUUUUH...SUCCEED...UUUUUUUUUH...MADAME DUBOIS...FBI...

...WILL COME...SEARCHING...UUUUUUUUUH...FOR ME...UUUUUUUUUH...UUUUUUUUUU" blurted the Black Panther...her brown eyes barely open in the slits of her black hood...as she squatted on the balls of her erotic feet...her sexy toes splayed within the thin skin tight black fabric of her bodysuit...on the deck of the moving airboat...as the evil white fortune teller...kept squeezing and rotating her large...stone hard and erect...virgin Wakandan Nipples. "Eh?...I am starting to think...about...about...Charlie?...Why?It is making me...Uuuuuuuh...feel tired...No...Uuuuuuh...Great Panther God...I must resist..." thought T'Challa.




"That's not your concern super black bitch!...You must do as I command!" instructed Madame Dubois as she tightened her pinching of the large ...stone hard and erect...virgin nipples...of T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda. "UUUUUUUUUNH...YES...MADAME DUBOIS...UUUUUUUUUUUUNH...GREAT PANTHER GOD...UUUUUUUUUUUUNH...HELP ME...UUUUUUUUUUUUNH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUNH" groaned the Black Panther...her brown eyes fluttering in the slits of her black hood...her head swaying from side to side...as if in futile denial of the predicament she was in. "There is no hope for you super black bitch!...I command you to think...think about Lucas Williams...his hands on your big breasts...his fingers playing with your oversized nipples!" instructed Madame Dubois...as she kept squeezing and rotating her T'Challa's large stone hard and erect...virgin nipples.



The combined action of Madame Dubois' words and her pinching and twisting of the large virgin nipples of the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat...made T'Challa see images of the handsome face of Lucas Williams appear before her sleepy brown eyes. She saw his lean athletic upper body...from their brief encounter at Lucas' apartment. She remembered his hands as he cupped her huge firm Wakandan Breasts...that with the exception of the Gazelle...had never been touched before by any man. "UUUUUUUUUUH...YES...UUUUUUUUUUH...I MUST OBEY...UUUUUUUUUH...MUST THINK...ABOUT...LUCAS...WANT HIS HANDS...ON MY HUGE WAKANDAN BREASTS...UUUUUUUUUUH...LIKE HIS FINGERS...TO PLAY...WITH MY VIRGIN...LARGE WAKANDAN NIPPLES...IT FEELS...UUUUUUH..SO GOOD" moaned Black Panther...her brown eyes becoming glazed with sleep in the slits of her black hood...as she struggled to stay awake.



Charcot Parrish

Louisiana

11.30 pm



Located deep within the vast bayous of Louisiana...there were several towns...and Charcot Parrish was one such bayou town. It was now the adopted home of 22 year old LOUISE DAMBIER...a social worker from New Orleans...who came here on a short term assignment...but circumstances resulted in her deciding to stay there on a permanent basis.

Louise was 5"6 tall and had a creole background with some Spanish and Native American Indian but predominately looked like a beautiful Cajun from the wilds of Louisiana .



She was beautiful with black hair and a significant bust but kept those features hidden to a degree by keeping her hair in a tight bun, big librarian-type glasses and wearing dull coloured business suits, skirts and sensible, flat shoes. However in Charcot Parrish...she did away with her shoes...and walked barefoot...as did many of the townsfolk...with the exception of the local lawman...SHERIFF DAN SUMMERS. Walking barefoot up the wooden steps into his office on the southern edge of town...she entered with a basket in hand. "Louise...This is a surprise...What brings you here?" asked the Sheriff as he looked up at the attractive brunette.



"Well...I thought you hadn't eaten dinner yet...so...I fixed you a little something..." said Louise as she held the basket out in front of her. Sheriff Summers checked his watch...and realised how right she was. "Reckon you're right Louise...Please join me..." replied Dan with a smile...as he cleared a place on his desk...and Louise set her basket on the desk before him...and began to take out its contents. "This sure smells good...Had no idea of the time..." said the Sheriff as he helped himself to some fried chicken and potato salad from Louise's basket. "I don't mean to pry Sheriff...but you've been busier than usual these days...Is something wrong?" asked the female social worker.



"Hard to say...the police in New Orleans really don't tell us much...being way out here in the bayous an all...but I've getting calls about some kind a testing going on in the bayous...." replied Dan. "Really?...What kind of testing?" asked Louise. "No one rightly seems to know...or where it's happening...Even talk of a woman in a black suit...I'd go myself...but there'd be no one to look after the town...if I did..." said the Sheriff. "Then maybe the police in New Orleans should provide some assistance...?" suggested Louise. "Not likely my dear...They're busy with Mardi Gras...Hardly spare a thought for us folks..." said Dan.



"Okay...Well...I hope you enjoy your dinner...I'll be back in the morning to collect my basket and the dishes" said Louise as she got up. "Thanks again Louise...You have a good night now" replied Dan as they waved goodbye to each other. "Dan's putting on a brave face...but I know he's worried...The bayous are endless in this part of Louisiana...and the people who live deep in the bayous consider themselves far away from the law...but I know someone who can help Dan get to the bottom of whatever's going on in the bayous" thought Louise with a smile on her face...as she walked towards the southern edge of town...where the border with the vast swampland lay.



As her bare feet touched the marshy soil of the bayou...an amazing thing happened. Lightning flashed and thunder cracked in the night sky and Louise was surrounded in a swirling mass of thick smoke. By the time the smoke cleared..Louise had undergone an amazing transformation. She now stood at over 6 feet tall. Her breasts had become, larger, firmer and tanned. Her dress had been replaced by a skimpy pair of blue cut offs which revealed her long, tanned and muscular legs. A tiny white halter barely concealed her massive bust and showed off a toned abdomen. A white Mardi Gras style mask covered her blue eyes while a silver tiara was worn over her now flowing mane of black hair which reached down to her curvy waist.


"Je suis Bayou Belle..Now tuh find out what's a going on the the bayous..." resolved the curvaceous Cajun superwoman... standing with her hands on her rounded hips..her powerful legs spread wide apart and her massive bust pushed forward.



Louisiana bayous

Midnight

"UUUUUUUUUH...LUCAS...UUUUUUUUUH...I...CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM...UUUUUUUUUH...WANT HIS HANDS...

UUUUUUUUUUUUUH...ON MY HUGE WAKANDAN BREASTS....UUUUUUUUUUUUH...HIS FINGERS...PLAYING WITH MY LARGE' WAKANDAN NIPPLES....UUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...MAKING THEM...SO HARD...UUUUUUUUUUUUUH...GREAT PANTHER GOD...

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...I AM BECOMING...UUUUUUUUUUUH...TIRED...UUUUUUUUUUUH...SO TIRED..." complained the Black Panther...as Madame Dubois...kept on squeezing and rotating her large stone hard and erect virgin nipples...through the thin skin tight fabric of her black bodysuit...as the airboat they were on...sailed deeper into the fog shrouded bayous.



As the evil white fortune teller kept on manipulating the large stone hard and erect...virgin nipples of the Wakandan Wonder...she noticed something else... as her voluptuous victim...squatted on the balls of her erotic feet on the deck of the moving airboat. A distinct camel toe...beginning to become visible against the fabric of her thin skin tight black bodysuit...in the space between her large thighs. "Yes super black bitch...Think about your beloved Lucas...Think about his hands on your big breasts...feel his fingers on your oversized nipples..." instructed Madame Dubois. "UUUUUUUUUH...YES...UUUUUUUUUH

...MUST OBEY...UUUUUUUUUH...CANNOT STOP...THINKING...UUUUUUUUUH...ABOUT...LUCAS...UUUUUUUUUH" moaned

T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda....as her brown eyes fluttered rapidly in the slits of her black hood.



As Madame Dubois squeezed and rotated her large...stone hard and erect...virgin Wakandan Nipples through her thin skin tight black bodysuit...the Black Panther had no choice but to think about the handsome police officer Lucas Williams back in her native land...and surrender to her repressed erotic fantasies about him. "Give in to your desires super black bitch...I command you to give yourself pleasure...by fingering yourself...in your genitals!" ordered the evil white fortune teller as she kept on erotically manipulating the large...stone hard and erect...virgin nipples of the Wakandan Wonder. Her words caused Black Panther's brown eyes to widen with fear in the slits of her black hood. "NO....UUUUUUH...I AM...UUUUUUUH...THE HEROINE...UUUUUUUH...OF WAKANDA...UUUUUUUUUUH...I CANNOT...UUUUUUUUUUH...I WILL NOT...DO IT...UUUUUUUUUUUUH....UUUUUUUUUUUH...UUUUUUUUUUUH" protested T'Challa... Princess of Wakanda...unable to do anything but remain in a squatting position on the deck of the moving airboat...pressing the balls of her erotic feet even harder against the deck...as Madame Dubois kept on squeezing and rotating her large stone hard and erect ...virgin Wakandan Nipples through the thin skin tight fabric of her black bodysuit.



"You have no choice super black bitch!...You must surrender to your desires!...You want to have sex with Lucas Williams!" insisted Madame Dubois as she maintained her erotic manipulation of T'Challa's large virgin nipples through her thin skin tight black bodysuit. The words of the evil white fortune teller found fertile ground in the mind of the weakening Wakandan Wonder...as she saw images of the handsome police officer...his hands on her huge firm breasts...his fingers teasing her large virgin nipples into hardness...playing repeatedly in her mind. "UUUUUUUH...YES...UUUUUUUUH...WANT TO HAVE SEX...

UUUUUUH...WITH LUCAS WILLIAMS...UUUUUUUUH...MUST OBEY..." admitted the Black Panther...raising her right hand between her open thighs.

"UUUUUUUNH...UUUUUUUNH...UUUUUUUNH" groaned T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda as she probed her own cunt...through the thin skin tight fabric of her black bodysuit...with her right middle and index fingers.



"Yes...Black Panther...As you finger your own virgin cunt...You must think...think about your beloved Lucas Williams...think about his fingers inside of your sex..." commanded Madame Dubois as she gripped and rotated the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat's...large virgin Wakandan Nipples...that were hard and erect like towers...poking through the unbreakable fabric of her thin skin tight black bodysuit. "YES...UUUUUUUUUH...LUCAS...UUUUUUUUUUH...WANT HIM...UUUUUUUUH...INSIDE OF ME...UUUUUUUUUUH...NO...MUST NOT...UUUUUUUUUH...FINGER...MY OWN...VIRGIN...WAKANDAN CUNT...UUUUUUUUUUH...THIS IS...UUUUUUUUH..WRONG...UUUUUUUUUUUUH...BUT...I CANNOT...STOP...UUUUUUUUUUUUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUH" moaned the Black Panther...as she held her squatting position on the deck of the moving airboat...inserting her right index and middle fingers...into and out of her throbbing sex...as her own juices began to seep through the thin skin tight black fabric of her bodysuit.



"You have no choice...By your own admission...You cannot resist the pleasure of sex...your warrior skills are useless in this situation...Your oversized nipples are under my control...and you must do whatever I order!" commanded Madame Dubois as she gave T'Challa's large stone hard and erect virgin Wakandan Nipples...a sharp pull...with her gnarled white fingers. "UUUUUUUUUNH...PAIN...UUUUUUUUUUUNH...GREAT PAIN...IN MY LARGE WAKANDAN NIPPLES...UUUUUUUUUUUUUH

UUUUUUUUUUNH...HAVE NO CHOICE...UUUUUUUUUUUNH...MUST KEEP FINGERING...MY OWN...VIRGIN...WAKANDAN CUNT...UUUUUUH...UUUUUUUH...UUUUUUUUH...UUUUUUUUUUUH....UUUUUUUUUUUUUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUH" moaned the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat as she moved her right and middle index fingers through the thin skin tight fabric of her black body suit...in the space between her open large thighs...into and out of the camel toe that was visible there. her



In her increasingly jaded brain... Princess T'Challa forgot about her mission to recover the stolen mining technology stolen from her native homeland of Wakanda...as thoughts...and images of the handsome police officer...Lucas Williams...filled her mind. She remembered the touch of his strong hands...their warmth...the way they swiftly aroused her large virgin nipples by the lightest and simplest of touches....and she surrendered to these feelings. "UUUH...UUUUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUH...UUUH...UUUH...UUUUUUH...UUH...UUUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...UUH...UUUUH..UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...UUH...UUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUH

...UUUH...UUUUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH" moaned the Black Panther as she made herself orgasm five times in quick succession.



Her head reeling with dizziness and fatigue...with her own juices leaking out through the fabric of her thin skin tight black bodysuit...between her large thighs...the Wakandan Wonder lost her balance...landing on the large cheeks of her firm round ass...her long muscular legs spreading wide open on the deck of the moving airboat...her muscular arms falling limp on either side of her curvy upper body...which sagged against the frame of Madame Dubois...the sexy toes of her erotic feet twitching slower and slower...within the confines of her thin skin tight black bodysuit.



She felt her strength evaporating from every muscle and sinew of her voluptuous and muscular body...and knew she was totally helpless to resist the inevitable...as Madame Dubois slowly rotated and gently squeezed her large stone hard and erect...virgin Wakandan Nipples. "Uuuuuuuh...Lucas...Uuuuuuuuuh...his

hands...Uuuuuuuuuh...all over...my huge Wakandan Breasts...his fingers...Uuuuuuuuuuuuh...playing with my large...virgin...Wakandan Nipples...Uuuuuuuuuuh...want him...to make them...hard...and..Uuuuuuuuuh

...his fingers...going inside...of my...virgin...Wakandan Cunt...Uuuuuuuuuuh...commanding me...to cum...I...

I...must...obey...I...must...I have...to...Uuh...Uuuh...Uuuuh...Uuuuuuh...cum..Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

uuuh" moaned the Black Panther as she willed herself into an almighty orgasm.



Madame Dubois smiled as she saw a river of milky white cum...seep through the thin skin tight fabric of the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat's black bodysuit...in the region between her huge thighs...and pooling on the deck of the moving airboat...between her outstretched long muscular legs. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...tired......I am...so...tired...Great...Panther...God...I...am...defeated...again..." confessed T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda...as she felt her own cum oozing out of her throbbing virgin cunt...and Madame Dubois gently squeezing and rotating her...large...stone hard and erect...virgin nipples...through the thin skin tight fabric of her black bodysuit. "Yes super black bitch...You can't resist your own feelings...Do not fight them...Embrace them...as you go to...sleep...sleep...sleep" chanted Madame Dubois as she slowly rotated the Black Panther's large stone hard and erect...virgin Wakandan Nipples through her thin skin tight black bodysuit.



"Uuuuuuuuuuuuh...Yes...Uuuuuuuuuuh...Lucas....his fingers...playing with my large...Wakandan Nipples...Uuuuuuuuuuuuh...

it feels...so...good...making...me...feel...so...tired...I...want...Uuuuuuuuuuuuh...to be...Uuuuuuuuuuuuh...his bitch...Uuuuuuh

...by the law...of the...Great....Panther God...I must...allow myself...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh...to be punished...for letting...such clever enemies...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh...outwit me...cannot stop thinking...about Lucas...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh...will go to sleep...

offer no...further...resistance...Lucas....Charlie...Help..." sighed T'Challa...as thoughts of her friend...the handsome FBI agent Charlie Morrison also filled her mind...making her weaker and sleepier.


The Black Panther felt Madame Dubois' fingers as they gripped and gently rotated her large stone hard and erect virgin Wakandan Nipples through her thin skin tight black bodysuit...felt the wetness between her large thighs as a river of milky white cum flowed through the fabric of her garb in this area... heard the lapping of the swamp water against the sides of the moving airboat...the sounds of crickets chirping amongst the dense vegetation of the bayou...and the star-filled sky as her head rested against the chest of Madame Dubois...as she allowed her sleep laden eyelids to slowly close in the slits of her black hood...as she did as the evil white fortune teller commanded...and surrendered to unconsciousness for the remainder of her journey into the swamplands of Louisiana.


To be continued.