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| Author: | BC [ Sun Oct 04, 2015 3:37 pm ] |
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Black Panther in Trade Secrets 6 Louisiana bayous 1 am The animals that inhabited the bayous that surrounding the small town of Charcot Parrish saw a shapely silhouette moving swiftly through the mists of the bayou...and knew instinctively that a powerful force was on the move within their realm. The silhouette belonging to a beauteous and buxom woman...who stood at over six feet tall. Her large firm tanned breasted barely covered by a thin white sleeveless halter-top. Her long muscular tanned legs accentuated by a pair of thin blue cut-offs that ended inches below her small curvy waist...showing off her 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. Moments earlier...she was LOUISE DAMBIER...a social worker from New Orleans...now living in Charcot Parrish by choice. However when her bare feet touched the muddy earth of the bayous...she was instantly transformed into the legendary BAYOU BELLE...the Cajun Superwoman of the Swamps. As she moved through her domain...the top heavy Cajun Superwoman recalled her alter-ego's conversation with SHERIFF DAN SUMMERS...at his office. "Something strange is happenin in de bayous...an it's got Dan right concerned...if anythings happenin in de bayous...I knows just the person to see" resolved Bayou Belle as she sprinted through the marshy terrain of the vast swamplands of Louisiana which she knew like the back of her hand. Flexing large tanned thighs...the sexy toes of her erotic bare tanned feet tensed...the Curvaceous Cajun...leapt into the air...grabbed one of many thick hanging vines from the dense cluster of trees indigenous to the bayous of Louisiana. With amazing agility...her large breasts bunching together underneath her skimpy halter top...her long muscular tanned legs flailing below her curvy waist to propel her... Bayou Belle swung through the trees of the vast swampland...determined to stop whatever evil was taking place in her domain...and help Dan bring those responsible to justice. "Ah reckon if there's a one person who knows the goings on in the bayous...It's COOTER JONES" said the Sexy Swamp Maiden...as she headed deeper into the bayous. Anchored in one of many secluded coves within the vast Louisiana swampland...was an old wooden houseboat...where a party was in full swing. Five Swamp Billies were on the old wooden vessel..including their leader..a fat balding man named Cooter Jones. Cooter took a long swig of old whiskey from a flask that he was holding in his left hand. He thought that this was going to be yet another night that he and his boys would celebrate with the money lining their pockets from their special benefactor....Money that would buy them whiskey, ammunition and maybe female companions. Cooter Jones nearly choked on his whiskey as... silhouetted by the full moon in the night sky overhead..a shapely female figure sailed through the air..landing right before him on the deck of the boat. She stood at six feet tall. She had large, firm tanned breasts that were barely contained in a sleeveless white halter top that also revealed her tanned muscular arms and flat abdomen. A skimpy pair of blue cut offs hugged the space between her long, tanned and muscular legs. Even her bare feet..with their perfectly rounded and neatly trimmed toenails and shapely ankles..were too erotic for words to describe. A white Mardi Gras style mask covered her blue eyes which glared at Cooter with steely determination while a silver tiara was worn over her now flowing mane of black hair which reached down to her curvy waist. Then the woman spoke..with a voice that boomed like thunder. "Pardon moi monsieurs..Ah have questions...An you are gonna answer em!" declared Bayiu Belle...placing her hands on her waist and spreading her long legs slightly apart..accentuating the curves of her fabulous chest even more...her erotic bare tanned feet resting flat on the wooden floor of the house boat. "Yew outta yer tootin mind ya big boobed Cajun Bitch!..Who duh ya think yuh are!" snarled Cooter. He hoped to keep the curvaceous Cajun distracted long enough for three Swamp Billies to get the jump on her from behind. "Je suis Bayou Belle!!" replied Louise as she sensed the danger behind her. As the trio of Swamp Billies lunged forward...Bayou Belle gracefully flipped over their heads and landed on the deck behind them. The first Swamp Billie caught a flash of the space between the heroine's skimpy cut offs before his vision was blotted out by the ball of her erotic right bare tanned foot. He grunted in pain..as the soles of Bayou Belle's bare feet were like iron..and slumped to the deck unconscious. A pair of rapid fire punches sent the other two Swamp Billies reeling in opposite directions. "Don't shoot yew fools!!..Thet'll brang duh sheriff fuh sure..Git over here!..We got us a freakin Supah Wildcat ta tame!!" yelled Cooter Jones as the beauteous and buxom Bayou Belle bravely engaged the Swamp Billies on their houseboat. Sailing through the air..Louise thrust her long shapely left tanned leg forward. "Ufffffffff!!!!" grunted a Swamp Billy..doubling over in pain as Bayou Belle's erotic left bare tanned foot was driven hard into his gut. Whirling around..her long black mane flailing behind her...the alluring Mistress of the Swamp..sent another Swamp Billy flying over the port side of the boat and into the water with a right hand slap to the jaw. "You boys ain't no match for me!..Bayou Belle's got the strength of ten gators!!!" quipped Louise with confidence as she sent eight more Swamp Billies reeling in different directions with a variety of punches, kicks and throws. "C'mon!Let's git outta here!...We gots t o warn the Black Cat Lady about this Cajun Bitch!" yelled Cooter as he beat a hasty retreat out on to the deck of the houseboat...heading to one of the airboats tied to it. Bayou Belle's massive breasts jiggled sensuously under her thin white halter as she gave chase...her muscular tanned arms and long muscular tanned legs moving in sync...the soles of her erotic bare tanned feet making regular contact with the wooded deck...as she raced along the starboard side of the boat..as she chased Cooter Jones...and other Swamp Billies tried to stop her. "You're not escaping monsieurs...Je suis Bayou Belle...an you an the Black Cat Lady got a reckoning coming...!" declared the top heavy Cajun superwoman as she brushed aside four Swamp Billies as she chased Cooter Jones. However focused on the leader of this gang of Swamp Billies...Bayou Belle did not notice one of the other Swamp Billies approaching her from her right side...with a large jug in his hands. With a mighty heave...he swung the jug in the direction of her skimpy white sleeveless halter top. Spotting movement out of the corner of her right eye...the mighty Mistress of the Swamps...turned to face the threat...but instead played directly into the hands of her enemies. "Sacred Bleu!...One o them Swamp Billies caught me flatfooted..." gasped the top heavy Cajun heroine...her slender muscular arms raised in the air...rising on the ball of her erotic left bare tanned foot...her right muscular tanned leg raised in the air. She was absolutely correct...as she could do nothing but take the blow of the jug right in the middle of her great bust...that was barely contained in her thin sleeveless white halter top. "UNNNNNNNH" cried Bayou Belle...throwing her head back...her long mane of shiny black hair flailing in the air...her glossy lips parted...her gleaming white teeth bared...rising on the balls of her erotic bare tanned feet...her sexy toes splayed on the wooden deck...as the jug shattered in the middle of her huge bust...releasing its liquid contents...which had an immediate effect on the beauteous Cajun superwoman. "MOONSHINE...ALL OVER MUH BAYOU BREASTS...PUTTING AH SPELL ON MUH BAYOU NIPPLES..." blurted the sexy swamp heroine as she staggered backwards...emboldening her foes to act against her....as the premier alcohol of the Louisiana bayous...soaked her thin white sleeveless halter top...but more importantly...her large tanned breasts. Four Swamp Billies pounced on the buxom Cajun superwoman...two grabbing hold of her slender muscular tanned arms while the other two grabbed hold of her long muscular tanned legs. "Uuuhuuuun...the moonshine...it's a makin...muh Bayou Nipples...harder then an gator's hide...muh Bayou Breasts... are so tuckered..feelin weak..wanna sleep...can't get away..." sighed the beauteous Swamp Angel as she writhed helplessly in the grips of the Swamp Billies. "Wee doggie!..Yew were real outta yer noggin..thankin yew kin stop us yuh big boobed Cajun...Here's how we deal with nosy, big boobed gals like yew!!!" snarled Cooter Jones...and motioned to another Swamp Billy...who handed him another jug of moonshine. The busty Bayou Belle was absolutely helpless as grubby male fingers popped open the buttons of her thin sleeveless white halter top...exposing her large tanned breasts...capped at their summits by big chocolate brown nipples that were glossy and hard as iron. "Non!...Non!" cried the curvaceous Cajun superwoman...her blue eyes wide with panic in the slits of her white Mardi Gras mask as Cooter uncapped the jug in his hands. "UUUUUUUUH...NON...UUUUUUUUUUUH...NOT MORE MOONSHINE...UUUUUUUUUUUUH" complained Bayou Belle as Cooter emptied the contents of the jug on to her exposed fabulous tanned mounds. The buxom Cajun superwoman got no respite as the hands of eight Swamp Billies groped every inch of her large, naked tanned Bayou Breasts...her big chocolate brown nipples...making them hard and erect...the thick patch of black pubic hair hidden under her sexy blue cut-offs..the soft inner flesh of her large thighs and even tickled the soles of her sexy bare feet. Her voluptuous body mercilessly attacked from all sides..Bayou Belle's resistance quickly crumbled. "Yew boys..lallin muh Bayou Breasts tuh sleep..Oooooahhhh..tuchin muh Bayou Bush...even tickling muh feet makin muh tuckered...Ah've been beatin...Dan...Help..gonna...Ahh...Ahhh...Ahhhh..Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" moaned Louise as her blue eyes slowly closing in the slits of her white Mardi Gras mask...as she was for--d to orgasm...and surrendered to unconsciousness...hearing the chirping of crickets in the swamp...seeing the star-filled sky above her head...before blackness washed over her. French Quarter New Orleans, Louisiana 2 am FBI special agent CHARLIE MORRISON...was filled with concern as he stood alone in a suite of the Bourbon Orleans Hotel. Officially...the room belonged to SUNDAE OLISEH...a citizen from the African nation of Wakanda. However Charlie knew differently. He knew that Sundae Oliseh was an alias for the woman who was actually the champion superwoman of Wakanda...the Black Panther...who was the personal bodyguard of his long time friend from college days...T'CHALLA...Princess of Wakanda. He remembered days earlier being called by T'Challa...asking him to make arrangements for Sundae Oliseh to come to New Orleans to pursue a lead on some stolen mining technology from Wakanda. His last communication from the Black Panther was from this very room...over a secure phone line. In that communication...Charlie remembered the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat informing him she was following her lead...paying a visit to an establishment run by a well known fortune teller named Madame Dubois...and that she would contact him upon her return. However...the Black Panther failed to make good on her promise to contact...and Charlie was worried that something had happened to her. Though the files that the FBI had on the Wakandan Wonder showed her to be a capable warrior...her activities outside of her African homeland were zero. This made Charlie concerned that despite her legendary status back in Africa...she was a novice in the outside world and may be in danger. He had no idea how right he was. Undisclosed location Louisiana bayous 2.30 am "Uuuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuh" groaned the Black Panther...announcing her return to consciousness. "Ah...So you finally awaken...Super Black Bitch..." sneered a familiar voice. Rolling her head from side to side...her brown eyes fluttering in the slits of her black hood...T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda...tried to clear the cobwebs from her brain...and shake off an overwhelming sense of fatigue that was affecting every muscle...every sinew of her voluptuous ebony body...that was garbed in her trademark thin skin tight black bodysuit...giving her the look of a jungle cat...to those she deemed her enemies. "Uuuuuuuuh...Pain...Pain...in my huge Wakandan Breasts...Uuuuuuuuuh...my large Wakandan Nipples...and...Uuuuuuuuuh...in my virgin Wakandan Cunt...I was drugged...sexually exploited...until...I became...Uuuuun...conscious...must...get free...must defeat...enemies...of Wakanda..." groaned the Black Panther. However as consciousness slowly returned to her...the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat discovered this was easier said than done. T'Challa awoke to find herself lying flat on her back...her muscular arms and long muscular legs spread eagle...as she lay atop a bed....her wrists tied to the top of the bed with ropes...while her ankles were bound by another set of ropes to the bottom of the bed. "Uuuuunh...have to get free...Uuuuuunh...but...Uuuuuunh...pain...in my huge Wakandan Breasts...and...Uuuunh ...my virgin Wakandan Cunt...depriving me...access...to my great strength...but the Black Panther...Uuuuuuuunh ...shall prevail..." cried the Wakandan Wonder as she writhed helplessly atop the bed. As she struggled... Madame Dubois...calmly lit six purple candles...mounted on brass strands...which were in turn positioned around the bed she was lying on top of. "Cease your struggles super black bitch...Fate is against you...It is your destiny to serve us...to become...our slave..." declared the evil old white fortune teller. "No!...I am the Heroine of Wakanda...Champion of justice...I shall never serve you!!" quipped the Black Panther. "We shall see..." sneered Madame Dubois as she lowered her right hand between T'Challa's open thighs. "NO... NOT MY WAKANDAN CUNT...NOT AGAIN...AAAAAAARGH....MUST GET FREE...AAAAAAAARGH....AAAAAAAARGH ...AAAAAAARGH" cried the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat...wiggling frantically atop the bed...tugging at the ropes binding her to the bed...as Madame Dubois stroked the distinct camel toe located between her huge open thighs. As she struggled...smoke from the candles surrounding the bed...formed a purple haze around the Wakandan Wonder and the evil white fortune teller. "Do not fight super black bitch...Relax...Relax" said Madame Dubois as she stroked T'Challa's throbbing cunt. As the evil white fortune teller stroked the visible camel toe...framed against the black fabric of the Wakandan Wonder's thin skin tight bodysuit... between her large thighs...with the fingers of her right hand...she dangled a shiny silver pocket watch from the fingers of her left hand. "Look super black bitch...Look at the watch...You are becoming...sleepier...and...sleepier..." chanted Madame Dubois as the smoke from the purple candles seemed to intensify as she spoke. "No...Uuuuuuunh...I shall not submit...I am...Uuuuuuunh...the Black Panther...Heroine of Wakanda...I shall not be...corrupted...Uuuuuunh...Uuuuuuunh" protested the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat as she writhed frantically atop the bed. "You will cooperate Black Panther....or you will never see Lucas Williams again!" countered Madame Dubois as she vigorously rubbed the throbbing cunt of the weakening Wakandan Wonder...with the fingers of her right hand...while swinging the shiny silver pocket watch before the fluttering brown eyes of the helpless heroine...in her left hand. The words of the evil white fortune teller...made T'Challa's brown eyes widened with shock and fear in the slits of her black hood. "No!!...Uuuuuuuuunh!!...Will not let you...Uuuuuuuuuunh!!...Harm Lucas!!...Uuuuuuuuuunh!!...I...cannot get free!!...Uuuuuuuuuunh!!..Uuuuuuuuuuunh!!" cried the Black Panther...as Madame Dubois kept stroking her wet and excited virgin Wakandan Cunt through her thin skin tight black bodysuit. Every finger stroke which the evil white fortune teller made over her excited virgin clitoris...made T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda...think more and more about the handsome police officer back in her homeland...who she was surprisingly developing feelings for. Somehow...in ways she could not yet understand...Madame Dubois....had managed to gain access to these emotions...and was turning them against her...through expert sexual exploitation of her huge firm Wakandan Breasts and her Wakandan Cunt...which were virgin territory...never touched by anyone in this way...since she was born...and chosen to be the Black Panther. "Then...look at the pocket watch... You are thinking about Lucas Williams...His hands on your huge breasts...his fingers exploring your large nipples...the inside of the nether regions of your sex..." commanded Madame Dubois as she swung the silver pocket watch like a pendulum in front of the brown eyes of the buxom Black Panther. "Uuuuuuuuuuh ...Lucas...Uuuuuuuuuh...his hands...want them....on my huge Wakandan Breasts...Uuuuuuuuuh...feel his fingers...they are playing...with my large Wakandan Nipples...making them...haaaaaard....so...haaaaaard....Uuuuuuuuuuuh...they explore...Uuuuuuuuuuh...my Wakandan Cunt...Uuuuuuuuuuuh...Great Panther God...I must submit...or Lucas will die..." moaned T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda as she felt Madame Dubois fondling her throbbing and wet cunt through her thin skin tight black bodysuit...making her think increasingly about the handsome police officer. Seeing the movements of the Wakandan Wonder's voluptuous and muscular body beginning to slow...as the effects of the special incense...and the stroking of her visibly excited cunt...through her thin skin tight black body suit...Madame Dubois...knew that the Black Panther's resistance and resolve which crumbling quickly. "Keep your eyes on the watch...super black bitch...Think of Lucas...giving you pleasure...in your huge virgin breasts...in the depths of your virgin cunt...You are becoming tired...too tired...to remain awake...You will sleep...sleep...sleep" commanded Madame Dubois. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuh ...Yes...must think...about Lucas...his fingers...playing with my large Wakandan Nipples...exploring the inside of my virgin Wakandan Cunt...Uuuuuuuh...Weak...Uuuuuuuuh...Tired......I am...so tired..." confessed T'Challa as she stared with sleepy brown eyes at the swinging silver pocket watch. "Yes...You are falling under my control...Think...Think of Lucas Williams...Think...of sex...Think...of sleep..." chanted Madame Dubois...as she stroked the visible camel toe between the Wakandan Wonder's large thighs...framed against her thin skin tight bodysuit...with the fingers of her right hand...feeling the wetness caused by leakage of the heroine's own sexual juices. As she inhaled the powerful scent of incense from the candles burning around the bed...inside of the sealed room of the wooden cabin...the Black Panther saw images of herself in the strong arms of the handsome police officer Lucas Williams.. as he caressed her huge firm Wakandan Breasts...teasing her large Wakandan Nipples into hardness...and probed her inside of her virgin Wakandan Cunt. "Uuuuuuuuuuuh...Great...Panther...God...Uuuuuuuuuuuh...all...is...lost...Uuuuuuuuuuuuh...These enemies...too smart...for me...Uuuuuuuuuuuuh...exploiting my weaknesses...weaknesses...I did not know...I possessed...Uuuuuuuuuuuh...by your law...I must surrender...must...submit...must...succumb...going to...going to...Uuuh...Uuuuh...Uuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" moaned the Black Panther as she suffered another almighty orgasm...before her voluptuous and muscular body lay still on the bed before Madame Dubois. "So super black bitch...What do you say now?" asked the evil white fortune teller."I...I am...yours...Madame Dubois...I...the Black Panther...Champion...of Wakanda..am...your slave..." replied T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda...her brown eyes glassy and vacant in the slits of her black hood. Madame Dubois untied the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat's wrists and ankles. "Arise super black bitch!" ordered the evil white fortune teller. Like a robot...the Black Panther got to her erotic feet...and stood at attention in front of Madame Dubois...her large Wakandan Nipples hard and erect...visible against the fabric of her thin skin tight black bodysuit...a visible wet spot between her large thighs. "Yes...I...must...obey..." replied Princess T'Challa. To be continued |
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