Bayou Belle accepted the Wakandan Wonder's invitation...pressing her thumbs against the tips of her large nipples which poked through the fabric of her thin skin tight black body suit. "Uuuuuuuuuuh...Yes...Uuuuuuuuuuuh...Great Panther God...Uuuuuuuuuuh...let the truth be known...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...I submit to those who I have wronged...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...forgive me....Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh"moaned T'Challa...her head sagged deeper between her huge firm Wakandan Breasts...as Bayou Belle pressed her thumbs deeper into each of the Black Panther's large virgin Wakandan Nipples...rotating them in a clockwise direction...making her moan..."Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" Charlie and Sheriff Dan each felt their members stiffening rapidly as they watched their respective super ladies in an encounter...neither thought was possible...the impromptu lesbian make out...fuelling fantasies each had about the heroines. Anna Lise watched with bated breath...wondering how far this would all go.
As she fondled the large nipples of the Wakandan Wonder...watching her brown eyes...barely open in the slits of her black hood...Bayou Belle saw something else. She saw honesty and truth in the sleepy brown eyes of the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat...and it made her remember her words...as she allowed her huge firm Wakandan Breasts to be abused...as a punishment for what she did to her amazing Cajun bust hours earlier. In the mind of social worker Louise Dambier...this was proof that the Black Panther was in fact a super heroine...like Bayou Belle...and that she had been manipulated by a cunning enemy. Bayou Belle abruptly released her hold on the Black Panther's large nipples and held on to the Wakandan Wonder's slender muscular ebony arms...stopping her from collapsing to the deck of the airboat.
Charlie and Sheriff Dan were silently disappointed at this turn of events...while Anna Lise smiled...realising what her Cajun idol had done. T'Challa felt her large Wakandan Nipples...immediately begin to soften...and she felt her enhanced strength...slowly returning to her...and she placed her hands on Bayou Belle's shoulders...as an expression of gratitude. "Bygones be bygones...Black Panther...Ah believe yuh...We both been bushwhacked and breast beaten by folks who don't want to know what they're doing in the bayous" said the buxom Cajun superwoman. "I agree with you Bayou Belle...alone we are easily defeated by the Deveraux Corporation and their allies...but together we shall defeat them...and justice will prevail" replied the Wakandan Wonder. "Sides...It don't feel right abusing a super lady with breasts your size..." remarked Bayou Belle. "I feel the same way my friend...your breasts are impressive as well..." replied Black Panther. The two heroines...released their holds on each other...and stood in the middle of one airboat...with Charlie standing behind Black Panther...Sheriff Dan and Anna Lise standing behind Bayou Belle.
"We must work together if we are to recover the stolen mining technology from Wakanda...and thwart the evil schemes of the Deveraux Corporation!" declared T'Challa...clenching her fists for emphasis. "Oui...Black Panther...but first we haves to find them crooks...I reckon you were taking me to the hideout they got in the bayous...in the middle of the bayous...there's lots of wrecks...any one of them is a hideout"said Bayou Belle. "You must've been taking Bayou Belle to the Corporation's base...with you two out of their way...Nothing could stop it...Say the word and I can have a FBI assault team in here in minutes" said Charlie. "Like Bayou Belle said...Swamp's big place...Not easy to spot things from the air...and these folks are darn good at hiding" said Sheriff Dan. "That may be so Sheriff...but perhaps we can make them come out of hiding" suggested Black Panther. "What do you have in mind mon amie?" asked Bayou Belle. The Wakandan Wonder outlined her bold plan to her allies.
4 pm
Hidden amongst the towering trees...standing within the murky green waters of the Louisiana swamplands...far away from prying eyes...stood an old oil rig. Though the rusty steel structure....standing 40 feet above the swamp waters...seemed to be abandoned...looks were deceiving. It was in fact the covert headquarters of the Deveraux Corporation...a shadowy conglomerate...run by shady characters...who had a sinister agenda. As the Corporation's armed sentries...remained hidden on the four corners of the rig...each of them manning an M-134 mini-gun...underneath a camouflage netting...to prevent them from being spotted from the air or the water...activity was taking place inside. A white man...in his 40's with wavy blonde hair...greying at the temples...with an athletic physique...was in the process of showing how the mining technology he had stolen days earlier from a mining complex in the African nation of Wakanda...could be used to create military weapons.
In the shadows of the conference room he was in...the blurry faces of men and women on plasma TV screens located around the room...and a woman who sat in the darkness in the room...listened as BRYCE MONROE...one time champion American athlete...turned rogue mercenary and spy for hire... showed video footage of laser cannons created from the Wakandan mining technology...being tested in the lab facilities on board the oil rig. Monroe...who was known in the criminal underworld by the codename THE GAZELLE...told his audience these weapons could be used to down aircraft...sink ships...or stop tanks...and the Corporation would earn billions in sales from these weapons on the black market. Raising her right hand as she sat cross-legged in the shadows...the mystery woman motioned Monroe to end his presentation. "Ladies and gentlemen of the board...our agent has done well...You shall be advised of my final decision" said the woman. "Yes DIRECTOR" replied the blurred images of men and women on the surrounding screens...with garbled voices...before the screens went blank.
Monroe turned to face the Director...who no one who worked for the Deveraux Corporation had ever seen...nor was ever allowed to see. To gaze upon the face of the Director meant certain death. "I think I deserve a bigger commission for this job...If I do say so myself" quipped Monroe. "I will be the judge of that Agent Monroe...While it is true that you did complete your assignment to steal the mining technology...and bring it here to Louisiana...where our scientists could adapt it for military application...to be sold to our clients around the world...You were sloppy...very sloppy..." said the Director in a grim voice. "How?" asked Monroe...stung by this accusation. However he dared not show his anger...as he knew other eyes were on him and despite his skills as an athlete...as a mercenary for hire...he would be dead in seconds if he threatened the life of the Director.
"The Black Panther!...She tracked you from Wakanda to New Orleans...You left a trail for her to follow...You almost jeopardised this entire operation!" the Director admonished him. "If that black bitch is here....I'll beat her like I did back in Wakanda!" vowed Monroe. "That will not be necessary...There are other ways to tame the Black Panther...Your mistake allowed the Corporation a unique opportunity...to capture the Black Panther...and bend her will to serve our purposes" explained the Director. Just as she uttered those words...a transmission came across the intercom in the darkened room where they were. "Director...the sentries report an airboat approaching...two occupants...both female...one is unconscious. "On screen" ordered the Director. Monroe watched as one of the large plasma TV screens in the room became active...and images appeared on it.
He saw a topless Cajun woman...with long black hair...a silver Mardi Gras mask covering the upper part of her face...wearing skimpy blue cut offs...her hands behind her back...as she lay unconscious on the deck of the moving airboat...piloted by a voluptuous woman...who was clad from head to toe...in a thin tight black bodysuit...which highlighted every curve...every muscle on her body...with cat's ears perking up on top of her head. "It's the Black Panther!" said Monroe stating the obvious. "Yes...and she is completely under our control...the woman who is her prisoner is a local heroine...known in Louisiana as Bayou Belle...our local partners told us of her potential interference...and we instructed Black Panther to defeat her...and bring her here..." said the Director...as they watched the Wakandan Wonder berth the airboat...at a landing beneath the oil rig.
After shutting down the engine of the airboat...the Black Panther slung the motionless body of Bayou Belle over her right shoulder...and made her way up the long steel stairwell towards the top platform of the oil rig. From some undergrowth nearby...Charlie...Sheriff Dan...and Anna Lise watched the two heroines going up the staircase. "You reckon you're sure about this Agent?" asked Dan. "Black Panther knows what she's doing...Bayou Belle too...The next move is theirs" replied Charlie...watching through his binoculars...as the Wakandan Wonder carried the motionless form of the Cajun Superwoman up the spiral steel stairwell...on to the broad steel platform resting atop the old oil rig...which served as the secret base of the Deveraux Corporation in the Louisiana bayous. As she emerged on to the deck of the oil rig...the Black Panther heard the distinct cocking of gun bolts all around her...as she stopped in the middle of the platform.
T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda...did not need to shift her head in any direction...to see that she was surrounded by armed guards of the Deveraux Corporation...dressed in olive green combat fatigues...black leather boots...who had their MP-5 and M-16 assault rifles...trained on her. Clad in his head to toe brown leather uniform...which included brown leather gloves...brown leather boots...and a brown leather mask.. covering most of his face...with gleaming silver horns...Bryce Monroe once more assumed the guise of the Gazelle...top agent for the Deveraux Corporation...as he watched Black Panther standing in the middle of the platform...with Bayou Belle slung unconscious over her right shoulder...while 30 guards...kept their guns trained on her. He was joined on a balcony overlooking the platform...by the mysterious Director...who kept to the shadows...where she could see the two heroines...but could not be seen by anyone.
"Black Panther...You have served the Deveraux Corporation well...This woman would have undermined our operation...Thanks to your intervention...Our company's mission shall be a success" declared the Director...using a speaker phone to project her voice. "Yes!...I am a slave...of the Deveraux Corporation!" replied the Wakandan Wonder...looking up towards the place where the Director was standing. T'Challa could not make out the face of the Director...who was standing in the shadows of the balcony...but something about the Director's voice...seemed oddly familiar to her. This was not lost on the Director...who on paying closer attention to the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat...noticed something that was not seen by the Gazelle or any of the male guards of the Deveraux Corporation. The outlines of her large Wakandan Nipples...were not visible against the fabric of her thin tight black bodysuit.
"Then prove your loyalty!!...Kill Bayou Belle before me....Right now!!...I command it!!" ordered the Director. "Yes...I hear...and...I obey...." replied the Black Panther...as she let the curvy body of the Cajun superwoman...slide off her right shoulder...her erotic bare tanned feet touching the steel surface of the oil rig's main platform that they were standing on. However as she did so...the topless Bayou Belle sprang to life...tossing a pair of hand grenades to the Black Panther. "Now mon amie!!" declared Bayou Belle as she hurled a pair of grenades she was concealing in her flimsy blue cut-offs at the guards closest to her. Spinning away on the balls of her erotic feet with feline agility...T'Challa hurled one grenade at some guards closest to her...while sending the other grenade on to the platform where the Director and the Gazelle were. "Look out!!" yelled the Gazelle too late.
As a series of explosions rocked the old oil rig...sending plumes of fire and thick black smoke up into the air...Charlie watched the events unfold aboard the airboat with Sheriff Dan and Cajun teenager Anna Lise. "That's the signal!" he told his two allies....and keyed his walkie-talkie. "All units!!...Move in !!" yelled Charlie into the radio. In the space of seconds...six amphibious assault craft...filled with FBI commandos...emerged from the nearby undergrowth... and sped towards the oil rig...following the airboat piloted by Sheriff Dan...as Anna Lise readied herself with his shotgun...and Charlie cocked his M-16. The sounds of gunfire shattered the tranquillity of the swamp...as mini-guns in the four towers of the oil rig....tried to blast the approaching boats out of the water...as the rotors of approaching helicopters were heard overhead. Training his M-16 on the tower closest to them...Charlie fired a burst from his rifle...killing the gunner. Not to be outdone...Anna Lise pumped three rounds from her shotgun at another tower...as Sheriff Dan steered the airboat passed it...killing the gunner in that tower as well.
They watched as the FBI commandos in the amphibious craft docked on the landing under the oil rig...and raced up the steel stairwell...towards the main platform up above them. As they did that... FBI commandoes dropped from one helicopter via cables on to the platform...engaging the Deveraux Corporation guards in a gun battle on the main platform of the rig. In the middle of the raging battle... the Black Panther and Bayou Belle fought side by side...engaging the Corporation's guards in close quarter...hand to hand combat...allowing the FBI commandos to invade the oil rig without suffering any casualties. Demonstrating her warrior skills... honed in the jungles of her native African homeland of Wakanda...her voluptuous and muscular body framed against her thin skin tight black bodysuit...the Black Panther moved like her feline namesake through the ranks of the guards with savage fury...scattering them with an assortment of punches and kicks.
Not to be outdone by the Wakandan Wonder...Bayou Belle engaged the guards who opposed her...with a variety of Cajun throws...punches...and kicks...sending them sprawling along the steel surface of the main platform. Standing on what was left of the damaged steel platform...the Director was furious. The Black Panther had exposed the operations of the Deveraux Corporation. She could see that her guards were quickly losing ground to the Wakandan Wonder...Bayou Belle...and the FBI commandos. She knew she could not risk capture and had to escape at all costs. As she turned and fled... her retreat did not go unnoticed by the Black Panther as she dispatched four guards with ease. Though she only saw the Director's figure moving through the shadows on the upper level of the oil rig...T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda...felt as if there was something familiar about this mysterious figure. "I must capture that criminal...I must learn that criminal's identity and what they know about the Deveraux Corporation" resolved T'Challa as she sprinted after the fleeing Director...who was heading away from the fighting on the main platform of the oil rig.
Seeing his superior beating a hasty retreat...Bryce Monroe...the Gazelle opted to do the same. However...his modus operandi for fleeing was somewhat different to that of the Director. Realising that no one was paying attention to locating the stolen Wakandan mining technology...some of which had been weaponised....Monroe planned to take it...and sell it to the highest bidder on his own...and then fade into obscurity...with the proceeds from the sale. He ran back down an nearby stairwell...heading for the conference room...where the stolen tech was being kept...hoping to steal it and escape from the oil rig with it...and sell it to the highest bidder...keeping all of the proceeds to himself instead of giving them to the Deveraux Corporation. Those thoughts were interrupted as a clenched right fist connected with his jaw...sending him sprawling on the ground. Monroe looked up to see Bayou Belle approaching him. "Going someplace monsieur?" quipped the Cajun superwoman.
Elsewhere on the rig...Black Panther was on the trail of the mysterious Director. T'Challa... was amazed that the Director was fleeing with a speed that rivalled her own. "There is something about this criminal...something which is strangely familiar to me...I must capture her...find out who she is...and all about the plans of the Deveraux Corporation" resolved the Wakandan Wonder as she gave chase.. through the winding and darkened passageways of the old oil rig...the sounds of the battle between the FBI commandos and the Corporation's guards fading...as she got further and further away from it. Her huge firm breasts...framed against her thin tight black bodysuit...as indeed were all of the curves of her voluptuous body...bobbing sexily as she ran...her slender muscular arms and legs moving in tandem. For reasons which she could not explain...T'Challa found herself thinking back to memories from her earliest childhood...thoughts which had been suppressed in her mind for many years.
However something about the mysterious Director seemed to bring them back...and she could not understand why...as she continued to search for her quarry. Little did the Wakandan Wonder realise that she was no longer the huntress...but had in fact become the hunted...as a malevolent figure lurked in the deep shadows cast by the darkened passageways of the old oil rig. The Director smiled...knowing that her plan had worked. The Black Panther was now far away from the raging battle between the FBI commandos and the Deveraux Corporation's guards. Though the Director knew that the intervention of the Wakandan Wonder would result in the Corporation losing the stolen mining technology which it could convert into weapons that it could sell on the black market...there was still a personal satisfaction to be gained from what was about to happen.
Elsewhere on the old oil rig....Bayou Belle was in full cry as she engaged Bryce Monroe...aka...the Gazelle...in hand to hand combat...Cajun style. Normally relying on his speed and agility...from his former life as an Olympic athlete...to get the better of his opponents...the Gazelle found himself unable to use his skills...as the buxom Cajun superwoman...gave him no chance to use them...as he had been able to use them on the Black Panther. Powering up the horns of his special mask...Monroe hoped to use its vibrating power...against Bayou Belle as he saw her bust was just as impressive as that of the Wakandan Wonder...who he so easily bested in her African homeland. However before the horns could reach full power...the Gazelle received the ball of Bayou Belle's erotic left tanned foot directly in the middle of his face...sending him staggering...and damaging the control mechanism in the middle of the mask...which gave the horns their vibrating power...which he used to arouse and disorient the Black Panther.
Before he could recover from that attack...Bayou Belle was on him again... rocking his head from side to side which a rapid barrage of punches...always keeping him on the defensive. Monroe made a wild swing with his right fist...which the Cajun superwoman easily evaded with amazing swiftness. "You missed again monsieur!...My turn!" declared Bayou Belle as she proceeded to ram her clenched fists into his gut...making the Gazelle cough blood...as she backed him into the conference room where the weaponised Wakandan mining technology was. His vision blurred before his eyes...it became increasingly harder to breath...and his legs turned increasingly to rubber...with each blow he took from the rampaging Cajun heroine...who was determined to dispense justice to the criminals using her domain as a base from which to hatch evil plots against innocent people elsewhere in the world. "You best be staying down monsieur!" Bayou Belle warned Monroe as he fell to the floor.
Elsewhere...on an increasingly remote side of the oil rig...the Black Panther slowed her sprint...to a walking pace...her huge firm Wakandan Breasts...framed against the fabric of her thin skin tight black bodysuit...heaving up and down with every breath that she took. The brown eyes of T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda...moving slowly from side to side...in the slits of the black hood of the suit...cat's ears perking up atop her head. "Surrender!!...The Deveraux Corporation's plans to use the secret mining technology stolen by Bryce Monroe from Wakanda has failed!!" declared the Black Panther...but there was no response from the shadows of the passageways on the far side of the oil rig...away from the battle between the FBI commandos and the Corporation's guards...the latter of whom were rapidly losing ground.
"Answer me!!" cried T'Challa...growing frustrated by the fact that her enemy would not come out into the open and surrender to her. The Director had no such intentions. While realising there was truth in the words of the Wakandan Wonder...and that it was only a matter of time before the FBI invaders overwhelmed the Corporation's guards on the oil rig...the Director knew that escape was the best option. However the Director could not help but be in awe of the Black Panther...admiring the curves of her voluptuous and muscular body...framed against the fabric of her thin tight black bodysuit...a garb that married the ancient traditions of Wakanda...with its new technological strides. The Director remembered following the Black Panther's activities over the years...her successes in the battle against criminals in her African homeland of Wakanda.
She had hoped that under the influence of Madame Dubois' erotic mind control...the Black Panther would become a slave for the Deveraux Corporation...taking over the role which Bryce Monroe had so spectacularly failed as the Gazelle. However...the Director could not afford to be captured and exposed...and slowly un-holstered a special pistol from her left shoulder holster...waiting for an opportunity to use it on the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat...who was getting closer to her hiding place. In another part of the oil rig...in the middle of the battle...Bryce Monroe was crawling along the steel floor of the conference room...trying to get away. He was stopped as Bayou Belle planted the ball of her erotic right bare tanned foot on the middle of his back.
"Aaaaagh!!" groaned the Gazelle in pain...his face bruised and puffy from repeated punches and kicks from the buxom Cajun superwoman. Blood trickling out of his nose and mouth...from the blows she had delivered to his gut...never giving him a chance to get the upper hand. You're not going anywhere monsieur...except to jail..." declared Bayou Belle. At that moment...the Cajun teenage girl Anna Lise...Bayou Belle's protégé...who had been searching for her idol and friend...entered the conference room. "Bayou Belle...I'm glad you're okay...I've been looking all over fer you...Sherriff Dan's been right worried..." said Anna Lise...happy to have found the busty Cajun heroine...who looked in her direction.
"Dan?...Worried...about...me?" asked the busty Cajun superwoman...as she took her attention off the Gazelle for a second. Monroe realised this was his opportunity to escape...and he had to take it. Reaching for his belt...he unhooked a grenade. Bayou Belle was shaken out of her warm thoughts about the handsome sheriff...who she was secretly attracted to as social worker Louise Dambier...
when she heard the grenade's pin drop against the steel floor of the conference room. A gasp escaped from her lips as she saw the grenade flying toward Anna Lise...who was passing near to the table where the weaponised Wakandan mining technology was lying...a strange aura around some of the active devices.
"Anna Lise!!...Non!!" cried Bayou Belle as she flexed her large tanned thighs and leapt towards her teenage friend...getting her curvaceous and muscular tanned body between Anna Lise and the grenade as it neared the weaponised Wakandan mining technology...falling inside of the glowing aura of one of the devices. Seconds later...a great explosion rocked the old oil rig to its foundations...throwing everyone on it into disarray. The Gazelle ran as fast as he could...never looking back...managing to get unseen to the landing bay below the oil rig...steal one of the airboats and speed away before anyone knew he was gone. Back inside of the conference room...where the blast originated...Bayou Belle and Anna Lise were sent hurtling through the air.
"UUUUUUUUUUUUUH" cried the busty Cajun superwoman and her teenage protégé as the force of the explosion lifted them off their feet. Bayou Belle managed to get her curvaceous and muscular tanned body in between the blast and Anna Lise to shield the Cajun teenager...but it still felt as if waves of energy were going right through her body...as she did her best to protect Anna Lise. For her part...the beauteous Cajun teenage girl also felt strange. She felt herself feeling a little stronger than before...but had no time to contemplate what that meant as they slammed hard into a nearby steel wall....and then collapsed to the floor. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" sighed Bayou Belle...as she flung her slender muscular arms past her head...spread her long muscular tanned legs wide open...as she sprawled out on her back...and blacked out...with her white Mardi Gras mask...slightly out of place...revealing the left side of her face. "Oooooooooooh" sighed Anna Lise as she lay face down on the floor...her arms flung past her head...her legs stretched out below her waist...as she also lost consciousness.
"What the hell was that?!" yelled Sheriff Dan as the explosion subsided...effectively ending the gun battle...with the surviving Deveraux Corporation guards surrendering to the FBI commandos. "I don't know...but something tells me Black Panther and Bayou Belle are going to need our help!" replied Charlie as he steadied himself. "Reckon you're right...I saw Belle go that way...I'll go find her" said Dan. "Roger that!...I'm going after Black Panther!" said Charlie and after checking their guns...both men dashed off in different directions hoping to find their respective super heroines in time. Running in the direction that he last saw the Cajun superwoman running in...Sheriff Dan feared the worst. He breathed a sigh of relief as he heard the sounds of moaning...coming from a nearby doorway.
As he entered the doorway...the sheriff was shocked by the sight of Bayou Belle...in a semi-conscious state...her head being cradled in the lap of the Cajun teenager Anna Lise...in what was left of the conference room of the oil rig...the Wakandan mining technology destroyed. However what shocked Dan more was the fact that a part of Bayou Belle's white Mardi Gras mask was hanging loose...leaving the left side of her face exposed....revealing her true identity....of social worker Louise Dambier. "Sacre Bleu!...Louise!" gasped Sheriff Dan with concern in his voice as he dropped to his knees beside her.
"Dan...I'm sorry...I did not want you to find out like this...I..." began" Louise. However Dan put his right index finger to her glossy lips to silence her.
"I know...I reckon I always knew you were Bayou Belle...all those times you save my life...Don't you worry none Belle...You're secret is safe with me" said Sheriff Dan.
"Oh Dan..." replied Louise as she wrapped her arms around his neck...allowing him to pull her close to him...and their lips finally met...in the way they had hoped for...for such a long time. Anna Lise smiled as she saw how very much Louise and Dan were in love with each other. However she couldn't help but feel a little strange...as tingles went through her shapely body. The last thing which Anna Lise remembered was Bayou Belle shielding her from the explosion...their bodies making intimate contact with one another. The Cajun teenage girl felt as if her senses were somehow heightened...and she was aware of things on a level she never had been before. Anna Lise was confused as to what this could mean...but overjoyed that Sheriff Dan finally knew that the woman he loved with all his heart was both Louise Dambier...and Bayou Belle.
However on the far side of the old oil rig...Black Panther was experiencing another set of emotions as she struggled to keep her balance...as the force of the explosion sent her staggering on the balls of her erotic feet....her muscular arms flailing in the air...towards a nearby railing. "Ohhh!...That explosion!!..Hard to keep my balance!...What is it?" cried the Wakandan Wonder as she staggered towards the nearby railing. "The sound of your demise Black Panther!" a female voice said. Turning in the direction of the voice...the Jumbo Breasted Jungle Cat saw the Director emerge from the shadows. "Great Panther God!!...You?!!" gasped T'Challa...her brown eyes widening with surprise as she saw the face of the woman who was the Director of the Deveraux Corporation. This totally distracted her from the gleaming silver pistol which the Director held in her hand.
Displaying ruthless efficiency...and expert marksmanship...the Director fired two shots at the Black Panther who was taken completely off guard for a second time."AAAAAARGH...I HAVE BEEN SHOT...IN MY...BIG WAKANDAN NIPPLES...AAAAAARGH...YOU KNOW...MY WEAKNESS...AAAAAAARGH...AAAAAAARGH" groaned T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda...staggering backwards on the balls of her erotic feet. The Director responded to that statement...by firing her gun again. "AIEEEE...MY VIRGIN WAKANDAN CUNT....PAIN...AIEEEEE...IT BURNS LIKE FIRE...AIEEEEEEEE...AIEEEEEEEEE" blurted the Black Panther...with two silver darts...each of them lodged in the tip of her big Wakandan Nipples...which were already hard and erect...from being engaged in combat...while a third was lodged in the distinct camel toe that was visible against the fabric of her thin skin tight black bodysuit. The pain in her erogenous body parts...well highlighted by her thin skin tight black bodysuit...was quickly accompanied by overwhelming pleasure...as a floodgate of erotic thoughts which T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda normally kept suppressed so she could function as the Black Panther...was opened in her mind.
"UUUUUUUUH....MEN...UUUUUUUUUUUUUH...THEIR HANDS...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...TOUCHING...MY HUGE...WAKANDAN BREASTS....OVER...AND OVER...WANT THEIR FINGERS...PLAYING...WITH MY....LARGE...VIRGIN...WAKANDAN...NIPPLES...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...WANT THEM...TO EXPLORE...INNERMOST REGIONS...OF MY...WAKANDAN...CUNT...UUUUUUUUUUUUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...I...HAVE BEEN DRUGGED...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...TOO STRONG....UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH... GREAT PANTHER GOD...UUUUUUH
...I AM BECOMING....UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...WEAK...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...SEXY...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...SLEEPY...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...WHY...WHY...HAVE
YOU...DONE THIS...TO ME....UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH" moaned the Black Panther...staring with sleepy brown eyes in the slits of her black hood...the image of the Director's face...blurring rapidly...as the powerful aphrodisiac in the darts...aroused her rapidly...and she felt the pressure building in both her large hardening nipples and her throbbing cunt.
The Director responded by approaching the dazed and disoriented Black Panther...and pistol whipping her across her saw..as the Wakandan Wonder swaying drunkenly from side to side before her...her muscular arms dangling limp on either side of her shapely upper body...and she stood on the balls of her erotic feet. "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNH' groaned T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda as the butt of the Director's pistol lashed her across the jaw...rocking her head back...sending her senses spinning out of orbit...causing her to lose her balance...and fall over the nearby railing. FBI agent Charlie Morrison...who was searching for the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat...was shocked to see her falling...taking a header into the murky green bayou waters. "Black Panther!!..No!!" yelled Charlie.
As he saw the Black Panther falling helplessly towards the murky green waters beneath the old oil rig...Charlie saw the figure of the Director fleeing the scene. "Freeze!!" yelled Charlie...taking aim with his M-16 assault rifle...trying to get a clear shot at the fleeing Director of the Deveraux Corporation...whose back was to him. However at that moment...Charlie Morrison was a man in conflict...between his duty as an FBI agent to apprehend the Director...and his heart...which caused him to be attracted to the Wakandan Wonder...knowing she was in great danger...and totally helpless to get out of it on her own. In a split second...Charlie made his decision...dropping his rifle...dropping most of his gear...and leaping off the rig...following the Black Panther...as they both plummeted towards the murky green waters below.
Her muscular arms extended...her long muscular legs spread wide open...the toes of her erotic feet curled within the fabric of her thin tight black bodysuit...T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda...was oblivious to everything...except for the overwhelming power of the aphrodisiac being injected into her large hard and erect nipples...poking through the fabric of her suit...and into her virgin cunt...highlighted by the unmistakeable deep camel toe...from the gleaming silver darts that were lodged in these highly erogenous zones of her well conditioned body. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuh...Great Panther God...Uuuuuuuh
...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" moaned the Black Panther...as she orgasmed and lactated...five times...in quick succession as she plummeted helplessly towards the deep green waters beneath the oil rig.
In the slits of her black hood...T'Challa's brown eyes...were barely open...as the drug for--d her to think about two handsome men...Wakandan police officer Lucas Williams...and American FBI agent Charlie Morrison...touching...fondling her huge breasts...teasing her large nipples into hardness...their fingers rubbing her clitoris...then penetrating her virgin cunt...over and over again. "Uuuuuuuh...must think of sex...have no choice...must surrender...must...
...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuh...Uuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" moaned the Wakandan Wonder...lactating and being brought to orgasm...another three times before her voluptuous and muscular body splashed down into the water. Seconds before he landed in the murky swamp water... Charlie drew his Beretta pistol...and held it high over his head...as he splashed down.
Recovering quickly...the FBI agent saw the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat floating nearby...on her back...her muscular arms stretched above her head.... her long muscular legs spread wide open below her wide curvy waist... the murky green swamp water soaking through her thin tight black bodysuit...the gleaming silver darts...still lodged in her large hard and erect nipples...and in her excited cunt...that were framed against the black fabric of her attire. Keeping his gun above the water...Charlie swam as fast as he could towards the Black Panther as she started to drift away from the oil rig. "Black Panther!!...Hang on!!...I'm coming!!" yelled Charlie. Hearing his voice...T'Challa turned her head weakly in his direction.... and saw the brave FBI agent...who was her friend...swimming towards him.
...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuh...Uuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" sighed the Wakandan Wonder...becoming weaker as she lactated and experienced more orgasms in quick succession.
However this was not the only thing that the Black Panther had to worry about. The scent of the aphrodisiac...in the milk oozing out of her hardened large Wakandan Nipples...and the white cum being discharged from her throbbing Wakandan Cunt...into the swamp water...caught the attention of some alligators on a nearby sand bar. Attracted by her repeated sexual discharges...brought on by the powerful aphrodisiac in her system... the seven huge reptiles slipped into the water...and swam towards the Black Panther like torpedoes. "Charlie...Uuuuh...Uuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuh...Help me...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" sighed T'Challa...the power of the aphrodisiac...causing havoc in her well conditioned Wakandan body...coupled with the sight of the handsome FBI agent swimming towards her...caused her emotions to go through the roof...and she suffered multiple orgasms...within seconds of each other.
However the sounds of rapid movement in the water...in the opposite direction that she saw Charlie approaching from...caused the Black Panther to turn her head. Her brown eyes widened in fear in the slits of her black hood...as she saw the eyes and snouts of seven large alligators...swimming fast towards her. Their green reptilian eyes fixed on her...filled with hunger and lust...their rows of gleaming white teeth becoming visible...as they opened their mouths as they got closer to her floating form. "Great...Panther...God...Uuuuuuuuuu
uuuuuuuuh" sighed T'Challa...as she suffered one more almighty orgasm...and blacked out within less than one second...as she seemed destined to be the dinner for this groups of hunger crazed alligators.
The unconscious Black Panther was unaware that Charlie had reached...and pulling her close to him with his left arm...extended his right arm...taking aim with the Beretta he gripped in his right hand. "Get away from her!!...Get away!!" yelled Charlie as he opened fire at the approaching reptiles...repeated flashes being seen from the muzzle of his pistol. His marksmanship skills did not fail the brave FBI agent...as he managed to hit three of the alligators...in between their eyes...and they went belly up in the water. "Shit!!" fumed Charlie as he expended his clip...and the four remaining alligators came streaking towards him and the unconscious Black Panther...and he thought to himself that this was it.
However the sound of an oncoming airboat's engine caught his attention...and looking in the direction of the sound...Charlie Morrison's hopes rose again...as he saw Sheriff Dan at the controls of the boat...while Bayou Belle and Anna Lise stood on its bow. "Get me close enough Dan!...I'll deal with those gators!" said Bayou Belle with a smile at the man she loved. "You got it darlin" replied Dan who now knew that she was Louise Dambier and that they were in love. Flexing her large tanned thighs as the boat approached the Wakandan Wonder and the FBI agent...the busty Cajun superwoman dove into the water...her clenched fists striking the head of the lead alligator taking it underwater...and the other three gators followed. "Anna Lise...Get them on board" said Dan as he slowed the airboat.
"You got it Sherriff Dan!" replied Anna Lise as they got close to the two people in the water. "Take muh hand" said the Cajun teenager...as she extended her right hand to Charlie...who did not hesitate to grab it. "Whoa!" gasped the FBI agent in surprise as Anna Lise demonstrated great strength...pulling him and Black Panther on to the deck of the airboat. This was also noticed by Dan...who decided now wasn't the time to speak about the amazing feat that Anna Lise had just done. That was for another time. "Is she all right Agent Charlie?" asked the teenage girl as Charlie laid Black Panther down on the deck of the airboat on her back...and removed the darts that were lodged in her large hardened nipples and in the camel toe between her large thighs. Before he could answer...Bayou Belle re-joined them on the boat...having sent the last four alligators fleeing back into the swamp.
"Is she all right?" asked the busty Cajun superwoman with concern. "She's alive...but weak...she's been drugged...I've got to get her back to New Orleans...and fast" replied Charlie. "Take my walkie-talkie...You can use it to call up one of your choppers...They can get you to Orleans...faster than I can by boat" said Sheriff Dan...as he handed his radio to Charlie. "Thanks Sherriff...Bayou Belle...Anna Lise...I promise you...I won't forget this..." replied the FBI agent in gratitude. Minutes later...Bayou Belle...Dan...and Anna Lise watched as Charlie...holding tightly to the unconscious Black Panther...was hoisted up from the deck of the airboat...by cable into a helicopter hovering overhead.
They waved as the helicopter flew off in the direction of New Orleans. With the old oil rig still partially burning...and the FBI commandos were taking the surviving Deveraux Corporation guards into custody...they knew another adventure had ended for them. "Let's go home Dan...I could use a good fire...and a good pair of hands on my Bayou Breasts...to get...warm" sighed Bayou Belle as she rested her head on the Sheriff's left shoulder. "Yep...Reckon we could all use that Louise honey..." replied Dan...as they kissed briefly on the lips. Anna Lise smiled to see that Louise and Dan had finally accepted their true feelings for one another. However as they headed home for Charcot Parrish...the Cajun teenager silently wondered about the strange sensations she was feeling in her body...and what it meant for her.
Bourbon Orleans Hotel
New Orleans
8 pm
FBI agent Charlie Morrison emerged from the bathroom in the hotel suite...dressed only in his boxers...his lean muscular white upper body visible...after taking a shower to get the scent of the Louisiana bayou waters off of him. He walked over to the queen sized bed...where the voluptuous and muscular body of the Black Panther...still clad in her thin skin tight black bodysuit...lay flat on her back. As he got closer...Charlie saw the Wakandan Wonder beginning to roll her head from side to side...as if she were having a nightmare. "Uuuuuuuuuuh...No...Uuuuuuuuuuh
Uuuuuuuuuh...No...Uuuuuuuuuuuuh...Where...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...How...Uuuuuuuuuuh...Who...Uuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuh" moaned the Black Panther...her brown eyes fluttering in the slits of her black hood...as the faces of the Director...Madame Dubois...the Gazelle...Wakandan police officer Lucas Williams...and FBI agent Charlie Morrison swirled round before them.
Charlie sat on the edge of the bed....placing his left hand on her right shoulder to comfort her. "Easy Black Panther...You're safe..." said the FBI agent...and the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat looked in his direction. "Uuuuuuuuuh...Charlie?...Where...Uuuuuuuuuh...am I...Uuuuuuuuuuh...feel..so tired...feel...so weak...feel...so sexy...Uuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuh" moaned the Wakandan Wonder. "It's okay honey...The mining technology's been destroyed...thanks to you...we rounded up most of the Deveraux Corporation agents and their allies in Louisiana...You stopped them from selling hi-tech weapons to terrorist groups and nations around the world..." said Charlie. "Uuuuuuuh...My mission...not finished...Must go...Must find her...I must...groaned the Black Panther as she pressed the palms of her hands against the mattress and tried to get up.
However Charlie was not about to permit it. "No Black Panther...I can't let you go..." said the FBI agent...as he used the fingers of his free right hand to tenderly caress her huge firm breasts...which were framed against her thin tight black bodysuit...which was still damp from her descent into the waters of the Louisiana bayous. "Charlie....What are you doing...Uuuuuuuuuuh...My huge Wakandan Breasts...Uuuuuuuuuuuh...Do not touch them...like that...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh...it makes me...so weak...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...have no time...for this...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...you are making...become
...tired...must complete...my mission...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh" moaned T'Challa...unable to move...or defend her huge Wakandan Bust from the expert caresses of the FBI agent...or take her eyes off his lean muscular white upper torso...that was exposed to her. "You're not going anywhere Black Panther...Like I said...You've been drugged...and I need to get that drug out of your system...so you can heal...said Charlie as he located the outline of her large nipples...and focused his efforts in these spots on her thin tight black bodysuit...which was damp from the swamp water.
"Uuuuuuuuuunh...My large Wakandan Nipples...Uuuuuuuuuuuunh...the way you are touching them...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuunh...it makes me weak...and...tired...so tired....Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuunh...Stop...I command you...Uuuuuuuuuuuuunh...Stop...Stop..." chided the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat...her voluptuous and muscular body in conflict with her words...as she thrust her huge bust upwards...giving the FBI agent greater access to it...while her long muscular legs moved back and forth atop the surface of the mattress...the toes of her erotic feet curled...as Charlie moulded her large nipples into the shape of bullets...as they slowly became hard and erect like towers threatening to poke through the fabric of her thin skin tight black bodysuit. "Don't fight it Black Panther...You want this...You need this..." said Charlie as he reached behind her back with his left hand...finding the tiny zip located at the base of her neck...between her shoulder blades.
With expert skill... the FBI agent slowly pulled the zip down...causing the top of the Wakandan Wonder's bodysuit to fall away...leaving her black hood still covering her head. Charlie was in awe as her huge firm ebony breasts swayed freely from side to side...as the top of her black bodysuit dropped to her wide curvy waist...exposing her toned abdomen as well. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Do not touch...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...my huge Wakandan Breasts...I am
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...too weak...to stop you...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Great Panther God...I am...so tired...must fight...must stay awake..." moaned the Black Panther...as Charlie's hands cupped both of her huge firm ebony mounds...and his fingers expertly caressed her ebony flesh....en route to their summits. "No...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh...You must not touch...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...my large...Wakandan Nipples...You are making them...h...hh...hhh
haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaard...Please...Stop" pleaded the Black Panther...her head reeling with dizziness and fatigue.
However...determined to help her...and becoming more aroused as he watched the heroine's large black nipples harden...become more erect...and assume the shape of bullets...Charlie kept on fondling her sexy summits with the fingers of his left hand...while using his right hand to slide her thin tight...wet black bodysuit...further down...continuing to reveal more of her voluptuous and muscular ebony body. "Don't fight it Black Panther...You want this...You need this...You know you do..." said the FBI agent...as the fingers of his left hand continued to put the Wakandan Wonder's large black nipples under an erotic spell...teasing them further into hardness. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...You...You are right...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...I cannot deny...what
I am feeling...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...have never been touched like this...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh....pleasure...like I have never experienced before...Uuuuh
...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" cooed the Black Panther...wiggling her voluptuous and muscular ebony body...in response to the feelings he was awakening within her.
Becoming increasingly aroused by seeing how the Wakandan Wonder's large black nipples hardened when his fingers caressed them repeatedly... Charlie used the wiggling movements of her own voluptuous and muscular ebony body...to slide her thin tight black bodysuit...further down...reaching her knees...and seeing her neatly trimmed bush of curly black pubic hair. "Oooooooooh...My...Wakandan Clitoris...Ahhhhhhhhhhh...want you...to find it t...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh...my strength...my warrior skills...as the Black Panther...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...must be pure of mind...and...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh...body...to wield them...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" cooed T'Challa...the fingers of Charlie's right hand...toyed with her pubic hair...twirling and brushing them...as he parted them to discover her throbbing brown clitoris. "Yes...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...want you to touch it...want you...to make me...make me..." panted T'Challa as Charlie's right index finger stroked the lips of her virgin clitoris...over...and over.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Have never been touched like this...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Great...Panther...God...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...pleasure...Uuuuuuuuuuh
...as I have never experienced...before....must yield...must succumb...I must...I must...Uuuh...Uuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh
moaned the Black Panther as the FBI agent brought her to orgasm four times in quick succession. Her head reeling with dizziness and fatigue...the Wakandan Wonder collapsed flat on her back atop the mattress of the queen sized bed. "Uuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" cooed the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat...as thick milky white cum flowed freely out of her throbbing wet Wakandan Cunt...as Charlie slipped the lower part of her thin tight black bodysuit off...revealing all of her long muscular ebony legs...and her erotic bare ebony feet...with neatly trimmed glossy and clear toenails...which rested on her heels atop the mattress.
Charlie stood up...looking at her magnificent voluptuous and muscular ebony body spread out on the bed before him. The black hood with cat's ears on the top...the only item remaining...covering her head...concealing her identity. The FBI agent extended his left and right hands towards the face of the Wakandan Wonder...his intentions obvious to her. "No...I must not be unmasked...No...Charlie...Do not do it...I am too weak...too sleepy...too sexy...to stop you...No...Uuuuuuh...No...No " pleaded the Black Panther....her brown eyes widening with fear in the slits of her black hood. "Don't be afraid...T'Challa..." said Charlie as his fingers curled around the bottom of her black hood...at the base of her neck...and slowly began to roll it up. First the smooth ebony skin of the Wakandan Wonder's neck was revealed. Then her glossy lips...followed by the lower part of her nose. With building anticipation...and arousal as his member stiffened rapidly under his boxers...Charlie continued to roll up the black hood...until finally slipping it off her head...fully exposing the face of T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda.
"Charlie...You know...my secret...that I am...the Black Panther...You must not..." sighed T'Challa...powerless as Charlie untied the tight braids of her glossy black hair...loosening it...and causing it to cascade from the top of her head to her broad naked shoulders. "Don't worry honey...You're safe with me...and so is your secret..." assured the handsome FBI agent. "Charlie...I must go...I must find..." began T'Challa...but the FBI agent interrupted her sentence by gently cupping her heaving huge ebony breasts...and brushing the large black nipples which capped their respective peaks...with his thumbs. "Sleep...Sleep...Sleep..." whispered Charlie. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh...I am so tired...My huge Wakandan Breasts...My large Wakandan Nipples...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh...have never experienced...so much pain...and now...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...so much pleasure...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...in all my missions...as Black Panther...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" sighed T'Challa...rolling her head from side to side...her brown eyes fluttering as she stared with increasing sleepiness at the handsome FBI agent who was her friend. Her naked huge ebony bust moving up and down in response to his expert brushing of her virgin nipples....her virgin cunt continuing to throb between her open large ebony thighs...the sexy toes of her erotic bare ebony feet...twitching slowly as she surrendered to the pleasure he was giving her.
"Don't fight it T'Challa...Listen to the sound of my voice...Feel the touch of my hands on your huge Wakandan Breasts...My thumbs brushing your oversized Wakandan Nipples...You want this...You know you do..." said Charlie in a commanding but gentle voice. "Uuuuuuuuuh...Yes...so tired...Do not
want...to fight...want...to be...tamed...Uuuuuuuuuuh...want to be helpless...want to sleep..." sighed T'Challa...the effects of the aphrodisiac drug and Charlie's expert erotic caresses... making her eyelids grow heavier with each passing second. "Sleep T'Challa...Your mission as Black Panther was a success...Wakanda's trade secrets won't fall into the wrong hands...You made sure of that...The Deveraux Corporation...whoever got away...We'll find them...That's for another time...Sleep...Sleep...Sleep..." said Charlie...as he kept brushing the large black nipples of the Princess of Wakanda...in a slow clockwise motion with his thumbs...keeping them hard and erect...and shaped like bullets.
"Yes...Charlie...You...are right...I...will...go...to sleep...now...I will sleep...for a long time...need time...to heal...for my huge Wakandan Breasts...my large Wakandan Nipples...and...my virgin Wakandan Cunt...to recover...from all they have endured...here...in New Orleans...but...I go to sleep...knowing...that you...know my secret...and...it is safe...with you...my...friend....my...my...Uuuh...Uuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" sighed T'Challa as he brown eyes slowly closed...as she surrendered to unconsciousness. Removing his hands from her naked huge ebony Wakandan bust...Charlie tucked the Princess of Wakanda into bed...covering her up to her shoulders with the covers. He lightly kissed the sleeping T'Challa on her lips before taking her Black Panther bodysuit to the bathroom to hang it out to dream.
As she slipped into dreamland...T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda...the Black Panther...dreamt of FBI agent Charlie Morrison...Wakandan police officer Lucas Williams...the way her feelings for both men...aroused her in her erogenous body parts....wondering what this all meant for her...as the Princess of Wakanda...and as the Black Panther.
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