The Black Panther and the Crisis of Wakanda 2

Wakanda City
Wakanda
Africa
Midnight

In her penthouse apartment in a high-rise residential complex in the city, American CEO of the FUTURE Corporation, SAMANTHA JONES was not in a good mood. The 40-year-old brunette glared at the image of GENERAL HUGO LAMAR, a decorated Wakandan Army officer gone rogue, looking back at her on her laptop screen.

"This is not satisfactory General. Your men failed to do a simple task to sabotage that metro station" said Samantha. "The intervention of the BLACK PANTHER was not expected. My men were lucky to escape after that big breasted female incapacitated herself during that fight" replied Lamar.

Jones, who came from a KU KLUX KLAN background, had a growing hatred for the Black Panther since she arrived in Wakanda to head Future Corporation. It angered her to see how the people of Wakanda hailed her as their champion. She had heard about her superhuman strength, speed and agility.

"How did she incapacitate herself?" asked Samantha. " Black Panther injured herself against a column and then a rail line. One of my men said he used his blow torch on her breasts and she passed out." explained Lamar. Samantha reflected on those words. As an secret agent of global crime conglomerate CYCLOPS INTERNATIONAL, Samantha knew about Cyclops' battles with superheroines across the globe.

Black Panther appeared to fit the profile which suggested the breasts of these heroines was one of their weaknesses. Samantha knew this was something she had to be ready for in order to stop Black Panther from exposing and stopping the secret mission she was doing for Cyclops in Wakanda.

Lamar and his followers were key to the success of the mission. Samantha calmed down. " I'll let you off this time General. But make sure your men are ready to deal with Black Panther should she interfere again.

"Yes Ms Jones. It will be done" replied Lamar as their virtual meeting ended.

12.30 am

A group of four teenage boys from one of the many decrepit public housing projects, made their way into the underground metro station.
Not being in school, they took part in the high crimes in the district, prowling around at late hours of the night or early morning, looking for places to vandalise, places and people to rob .

The teenage boys spread out as they searched the parked subway trains, the platforms and the tracks, searching for anything of value worth stealing. They were about to leave when one boy called, "Hey! Come check it out!" His three companions joined him on the track.

Their eyes widened, their jaws dropped and their dicks stiffened under their pants as they discovered the Black Panther lying on her back sprawled out over two steel alloy rail lines.

They were in awe, aroused and could not believe their luck as the stared at every inch of her voluptuous amd muscular body that was framed by her thin, tight black bodysuit, especially her huge firm breasts and her well-defined cunt.

They had seen photos or her in the newspapers, photos and videos of her on social media, displaying her superhuman strength and agility. But they had never seen the famous Superwoman of Wakanda in the flesh.

"Is she dead?" asked one boy breaking the silence. Just then, Black Panther started to moan "Uuuuuuuh..Uuuuuuuh" as she started to regain consciousness.

"Shit. She's waking up" said a second boy. "What do we do?" asked a third boy. "Let's have some fun" said the fourth boy. Their lust getting the better of them the four teenage boys acted before Black Panther...who was secretly T'CHALLA...PRINCESS OF WAKANDA could regain her senses.

"Eh...UUUUUH..MY HUGE WAKANDAN BREASTS..UUUUUUH...BEING GROPED..UUUH
..BY TEENAGE BOYS...UUUUUH..STOP..UUUUH...OR FACE...UUUUUUH..MY WRATH..UUUUUH" groaned Black Panther as she saw two of the boys on either side of her upper body, feeling up each of her firm huge breasts with their hands.

Before the Wakandan Wonder could react she was surprised by the other two boys who began to explore the space between her wide open huge thighs.

"UUUUUUUUUUUNH..MY WAKANDAN CUNT..UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNH...MORE TEENAGE BOYS....UUUUUUUUUNH..HANDS OFF...UUUNH
...MUST GET FREE..." cried T'Challa in surprise and alarm of the unexpected predicament she had found herself in.
Surprised by the youthfulness of her attackers and still feeling the effects of her earlier battle with a group of eight thugs, Black Panther was slow to react.

The four teenage boys aroused by the awesome body of the adult superheroine and fearing she would use her awesome strength against them, exploited her in her super erogenous body parts.

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUNH...MY WAKANDAN NIPPLES..UUUUUUUUUUUUUNH..BEING SQUEEZED...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUNH..ROTATED
...THROUGH MY SUIT..UUUUUUUUUUUUUUNH...NOT RECOVERED..UUUUUUUUUUUUUUNH...
BECOMING...HAAAAARD...SO..HAAAAAAAARD...GETTING WEAK...MAKING ME SLEEPY...UUH
...STOP..UUUH...THE BLACK PANTHER COMMANDS YOU...UUUUUUUUUUUUH..MY WAKANDA CLIT....UUUUUUUUUH..FOUND IT
...BEING RUBBED...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH..BECOMING WET..UUUUUUUUH..GETTING...
HAAARD...TO THINK..UUUUUH..CAN'T GET FREE..STOP..UUUH..STOP..UUUUUUUUUUUUH
..UUUUUUUUUUUH..UUUUUUUUUUUUH..UUUH ..UUUH..UUUH..UUUUUUUUUUUUH" moaned T'Challa, wiggling helplessly on the ground as the teenage boys gleefully molested her in her huge firm breasts and her well defined cunt.

"UUUUUUUUNH...MY BIG WAKANDAN NIPPLES ...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNH...BEING SQUEEZED..SO..HAAAAARD...UUUUUUUUUNH..
LACTATING...UUUUUUUUUUUUH..WEAK..UUUH...SLEEPY...BECOMING SO SLEEPY" complained Black Panther staring sleepily at the teenage boys squeezing her hard and erect big nipples through the fabric of her bodysuit, damp circles radiating outward from them. Things got worse for the Heroine of Wakanda as the two boys rubbing the space between her wide-open huge thighs, succeeded in getting the lips of her wet clitoris to open under her suit.

"UUUUUUUUUUUUNH..MY WAKANDAN CUNT ..UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNH..BEING FINGERED..UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNH..BY TEENAGE BOYS..UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNH..HOT..UUUUUUUUUUUNH..HORNY..UUUUUUNH..HELPLESS...UUUUUUUUUNH...TOO MUCH..UUH..UUH
UUH...CANNOT RESIST...GOING..TO..UUH..GOT..TO..UUH..UUUH..UUUUH..UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
UUUUUUUHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH" moaned Black Panther as the teenage boys brought her to a massive orgasm while simultaneously squeezing her big hard and erect nipples through her suit, compelling her to lactate.

The four teenage boys stood up, looking down at the Top-Heavy of Wakanda, lying flat on her back before them. They were in awe and aroused to see how powerless she was..as her big hardened nipples poked through the fabric of her thin tight black bodysuit which was like a second skin. circles of wetness spreading outwards from them as well as between her huge wide-open thighs, the outline of a hard-camel toe forming there. They could not believe the mighty Black Panther could be so easily defeated.

Her head reeling with dizziness from the physical and erotic torture meted out to her super erogenous huge firm bust and well-defined cunt, Princess T'Challa of Wakanda was in disbelief, embarrassed and angry to have been first bested by common criminals and now by teenage boys as the Black Panther, while on a mission to bring the ones creating a crisis in Wakanda.

"Uuuh..What..Uuuh..have you done..Uuuh..criminals..escaping..Uuh. have to.. have to" groaned the Wakandan Wonder as she lay helpless before the teenage boys who were determined to have one more bit of fun with her before fleeing the scene. "You ain't so tough hero lady" sneered one boy before he and the other three boys wiped their hands between the Black Panther's wide-open huge thighs they brought them up to her face.

"Eh.Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh..No..Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh..being for--d..Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh..to smell my own cum..
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh..can't move..Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh..so strong..Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh
my big Wakandan Nipples..Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh..so..haaard...lactating...Panther Strength..gone..Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh
..scent of my cum..Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh..making me dizzy..Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh..I am getting..so sleepy...will be knocked out..Uuuh..for hours...Uuuh..can't..stay...awake...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" sighed T'Challa as her brown eyes rolled up in the slits of her hood mask and then closed, the blurry vision of the teenage boys fading to blackness as they knocked her unconscious again.

5 am

"Uuuuuuuuuh..Uuuuuuuuh" moaned Black Panther, her brown eyes slowly opening in the slits of her hood mask. "Uuuuh..What happened?.. My huge Wakandan Breasts...My big Wakandan Nipples...My Wakandan Cunt...feels sore...I was knocked out...cannot remember what happened...How long have I been unconscious?" moaned Princess T'Challa as she slowly got to her feet.

The Wakandan Wonder could feel the warming air around her and noticed that metro station workers were now starting to arrive to get the station ready for opening. "It is almost dawn. I need to get back to the Palace" realised T'Challa, with a sense of small panic. Flexing her huge thighs with effort, Black Panther leapt out of sight, running down an empty rail track out of sight of the workers.

5.30 am

Princess T'Challa slipped out of her Black Panther costume and her black g-string. She slipped naked into the jacuzzi in the expansive bathroom in her chambers in the palace. "Ahhhh..Ahhhhh" sighed T'Challa with pleasure as she felt the warm water relax her aching voluptuous and muscular ebony body, feeling the tension ease from her huge firm breasts as her big puffy black nipples relaxed and so did her ebony cunt between her huge thighs, barely covered by a neatly trimmed bush of black pubic hair.

"Whoever knocked me out knows about my weakness in my Wakandan Breasts and Cunt...I overestimated them...I won't let that happen again. resolved the Princess of Wakanda., submerged up to her shoulders in the jacuzzi. T'Challa felt her eyelids getting heavier as she felt the way the water caressed her aching breasts and nipples and her throbbing cunt.

"Uuuuuuh..feel so sleepy..like when LUCAS touches my erogenous body parts...need to get some rest" sighed T'Challa. Getting out of the jacuzzi, the Princess of Wakanda dried herself off, then slipped naked under the silk covers of her bed. With erotic thoughts of her boyfriend/bodyguard LUCAS WILLIAMS filling her head, Princess T'Challa drifted off to sleep, feeling the cool sensation of the silk bed sheets caress her naked body.

10 am

Samantha Jones got out of her limo and was escorted inside of the Royal Palace. Though she kept a calm exterior, inside she was furious to be inside the palace of an African king. Her Ku Klux Klan heritage was offended to be in such a place. As she was escorted by the guards to a conference room, Samantha observed statues and paintings of Wakanda's national animal, the Black Panther.

It reminded her of the costumed heroine, who had a likeness to this animal, who she had to destroy. Samantha set her brief bag on top of a table as she waited for the other participants of this meeting to arrive. She didn't have long to wait as the door on the opposite end of the room opened as KING T'CHAKA and PRINCESS T'CHALLA of Wakanda entered the room.

As much as she hated to do it, Samantha approached them and bowed. "Your Majesty. Princess" said Samantha as she bowed to both of them. "Miss Jones. Welcome. Please sit" said T'Chaka with a gesture of his right hand. Samantha took a seat in front of T'Chaka and T'Challa. She was envious of the beauty of the Wakandan Princess, the way the curves of her shapely ebony body were framed against her dress.

"We asked you to come here to discuss the crisis taking place in Wakanda. Events of unknown origin, causing great distress among the population." said the King. "The feeling is one of mutual concern your Majesty. The board of directors of Future Corporation have committed to significant investment in Wakanda, we would be willing to help in any way that we can" replied Samantha.

"But you must also be concerned Miss Jones, that the events of which my father speaks happened not too long after the arrival of your company in Wakanda. Some of the incidents are connected to services provided by Future Corporation. Incidents which are being used by entities who are opposed to the Wakandan Monarchy" said T'Challa as she eyed the white American woman sitting before them.

Something about Samantha Jones made her suspicious. King T'Chakaa glanced briefly at his 20-year old daughter. "Do not be offended Miss Jones. My daughter speaks her mind and the truth. We would need assurance of Future Corporation's cooperation to ensuring stability in Wakanda." said T'Chaka.

Thinking fast, Samantha came up with an idea to appease the Wakandan King and Princess for the time being. "I have just the solution Your Majesty. Future Corp will be launching a new public housing stock on the stock market in 24 hours time, it will allow the poorest people in your country to buy their own homes" said Samantha. T'Challa was not convinced.

"Father. I should be present at the launch to make sure it does what Miss Jones says it will do" said the Princess of Wakanda. "An excellent idea. I trust you have no objections Miss Jones" said T'Chaka. "No Your Majesty. We would be honored by Princess T'Challa's presence" replied Samantha. The meeting ended with T'Challa and Samantha exchanged brief looks at each other unknown to the King.

10 pm

Lucas Williams entered his modest apartment in the southern district of Wakanda City. He had gotten off duty as a member of the Wakandan Secret Service, assigned to protect the Wakandan Monarchy.

The former Wakandan Police officer still sometimes found it hard to believe the circumstances that brought him here. He was about to turn on the lights in his living room when his cop instincts told him he wasn't alone.

"Hi T'Challa. Slow night?" asked Lucas as he saw the Black Panther sitting on his sofa, her long muscular legs crossed. Princess T'Challa smiled under her hood mask at her man. She got up and walked over to where he was standing. Lucas admired the curves of his superheroine girlfriend's voluptuous body framed against her thin tight black bodysuit, especially her huge firm breasts and well-defined cunt.

"Does the Black Panther need a reason to visit the man she loves? asked T'Challa as she assumed her heroic pose before Lucas. Her hands balled into fists resting on either side of her wide curvy waist, her long muscular legs spread slightly apart, her erotic feet resting flat on the floor, her huge firm bust pushed towards Lucas.

"No but I can tell when something's bothering you Princess" replied Lucas as he looked her in her brown eyes. "You know me too well my love. That's why I I love you and you're the only person I trust with my secret identity as Black Panther" replied T'Challa as she wrapped her muscular arms around his neck and allowed Lucas to place his hands on either side of her wide curvy waist.

"Even though you're Black Panther. I worry about you T'Challa. The risks you take" said Lucas. "I know Lucas. But you know my duty as Black Panther. I must take these risks and the consequences that come with them" replied T'Challa as she released her hold on her man and paced around in the darkness of his living room.

"You mean about finding out who's causing all these crimes in Wakanda?" asked Lucas rhetorically. "Yes. I believe Samantha Jones knows more about this than she wants to admit" replied the Black Panther. "The CEO of Future Corporation? What makes you think that?" asked Lucas. "Something about the way she spoke about the incidents taking place. But I don't have evidence to connect her to them" replied T'Challa in frustration.

"What happened?" asked Lucas. " I went out hunting criminals last night, looking to get a confession from them about who's orchestrating these criminals. I fought a group of saboteurs in a metro station. I was winning but got careless. I hit my huge Wakandan Breasts against a steel and concrete column. One of the saboteurs used a blow torch on my big Wakandan Nipples which were already hard and it knocked me unconscious" explained Black Panther.

"My God" gasped Lucas, shocked to learn what happened to his superheroine girlfriend. "It shouldn't surprise you Lucas. You know my huge Wakandan Breasts and my Wakandan Cunt are my only weaknesses as Black Panther. I am always defeated and put to sleep when my enemies manipulate me there" replied T'Challa. "That's not all that happened was it?" Lucas asked rhetorically.

"No. A group of teenage boys found me when I was waking up. They groped my huge Wakandan Breasts, squeezed and rotated my big Wakandan Nipples until I lactated, then fingered me in my Wakandan Cunt to make me orgasm. They knocked me out again by forcing me to smell my own cum" replied the Black Panther with frustration in my voice.

"I am no closer to stopping the ones responsible for this crisis in Wakanda" said T'Challa as she turned her back to Lucas. "You need to clear your head T'Challa. It'll help you to focus on what you have to do as Black Panther" said Lucas. Before the Princess of Wakanda could respond, she felt Lucas' warm strong hands gently cup her huge firm breasts and his thumbs expertly stroking their summits through the fabric of her thin tight black bodysuit.

"Uuuuuh..Lucas...caught me off guard...Uuuuuh..your thumbs..brushing my big Wakandan Nipples..they're becoming haaaaard...making me sleepy...feeling...so relaxed..." sighed T'Challa as her voluptuous and muscular body sagged against the lean muscular body of her man, as she allowed him free access to her famous bust. "You have to admit honey. This beats a blowtorch and a feel up by some over aroused teenagers" whispered Lucas into the Black Panther's right ear as he continued to tenderly caress her famous nipples into hardness.

T'Challa's brown eyes grew heavy with fatigue as she felt Lucas expertly massaging her big nipples into hardness. He then felt the fingers of his left hand gently stroking the space between her huge thighs up and down. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuh...feeling so...hot...horny...helpless...need this..
Uuuuuuh..want this...Uuuuuh..Uuuuuuuh" sighed Black Panther as she became sexier and sleepier with each expert caress of her super erogenous body parts by her man.

She allowed Lucas to strip her out of her costume and he shed his clothes as they staggered out from the living room into the bedroom. They collapsed on the bed, naked, pleasuring each other in their erogenous body parts. "UUUUUUUUUUH..UHHHHHHHHH..UUUUUUUUUUUUUUH
UHHHHHHHHHH..UUH..UHH..UUUH..UHHH..UUUUH..UHHHH..UUUUUUH...UHHHHH..UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
UUUUH..UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" moaned T'Challa and Lucas as they brought each other to simultaneous massive orgasms and drifted off to sleep, putting the crisis of Wakanda behind them for the moment.

24 hours later
Wakanda Stock Exchange
Wakanda City
Wakanda, Africa
9 am

Princess T'Challa smiled and waved at the people assembled inside and outside of the Stock Exchange Building for the launch of Future Corporation's new public housing stock. She nodded briefly at Lucas Williams, who led the team of eight Wakandan Secret Service agents who were assigned to protect her, into the building.

The former police officer was her secret boyfriend and the only person who knew she was the Black Panther. Clad in a form-fitting white pants suit and high heels, a ceremonial necklace around her neck, her glossy black hair tied into a bun, Princess T'Challa and her entourage were welcomed inside by the chairman of the Stock Exchange and escorted to her seat amongst the other dignitaries.

T'Challa noticed Future Corporation CEO Samantha Jones already in her seat. They exchanged brief looks. The Wakandan Princess remained suspicious of the American CEO as the ceremony to launch Future Corp's new public housing stock. As the bidding on the housing stock on the electronic trading boards of the stock exchange proceeded, Princess T'Challa noticed the growing numbers of people who were buying up the stock.

The dignitaries around her applauded, including Samantha Jones. Yet, T'Challa couldn't help but sense that something was amiss. Then about an hour into the day's trading activities. the electronic boards began to flicker uncontrollably. "What is happening?" asked the Wakandan Princess as she turned to the stock exchange chairman.

"I don't know your Highness. It seems to be a malfunction with our computer systems, I will have our people correct it immediately or people could lose their investments" the chairman replied. At that moment, mercenaries in ski masks and bush combat fatigues entered the stock exchange trading floor, firing AK-47 assault rifles wilding into the air ' "Power to the people! Down with the Monarchy!!" they shouted as panic broke out inside of the stock exchange building

"Princess. We have to get you to safety" said Lucas as he was by T'Challa's side in a flash. "My office is on the upper floor. Her Highness will be safe there" the chairman explained as Samantha Jones and the other officials were hastily escorted by security guards out through service corridors. T'Challa nodded at Lucas. She allowed him to escort her to the chairman's office.

"Be careful Lucas" T'Challa whispered to her boyfriend before going inside the office. "You too" whispered Lucas, knowing his girlfriend very well, as he left two secret service agents outside the door to guard the Wakandan Princess, while he returned to the fray to do what he could to stop the armed mercenaries.

"Lucas and the other guards will need help to deal with this threat" thought T'Challa with a smile as she pressed the middle of the ceremonial necklace around her neck. Within the space of seconds, it caused her formal attire to be replaced with the Black Panther bodysuit which garbed her from her erotic ebony feet all the way to her head.

The suit highlighted every inch of T'Challa's muscular and voluptuous body. It was more transparent than her other suit, the outlines of her big nipples and areolas and her well-defined cunt framed against the black fabric made from nanomaterials. Her brown eyes looking through the slits of her hood mask, the cat's ears raised above her head, Black Paanther flexed her muscular arms and legs, admiring the light and comfortable feeling of her new suit. "Now to get into action" resolved the Wakandan Wonder as she exited the office via a nearby air duct.

It was not long before Black Panther came out of another part of the air duct which opened over the steel beam rafters high over the floor of the stock exchange which had descended into chaos after the exchange's computer systems crashed and armed mercenaries attacked. Her huge firm ebony breasts bunching together under her thin tight translucent bodysuit, Black Panther tensed her muscles for action as she saw the mercenaries engaging security guards and Wakandan Secret Service guards from her own detail as Princess T'Challa.

"I do not see Lucas anywhere. He's brave and resourceful, but he's going to need my help" resolved T'Challa as she descended into the battle. The balls of her erotic feet were driven hard into the back of one mercenary. Using her momentum, Black Panther leapt towards another mercenary driving the ball of her erotic right foot into his jaw. Three other mercenaries fired their AK-47's at her. But the bullets bounced harmlessly off her voluptuous and muscular body framed by her thin tight black translucent suit.

Black Panther charged forward, felling these three mercenaries with a flurry of punches. T'Challa was a one-woman army as she took out another eight mercenaries with an assortment of punches, kicks and throws. As the security guards and Wakandan Secret Service agents arrested another six mercenaries who laid down their weapons after witnessing the Black Panther's fighting prowess, the Top-Heavy Heroine of Wakanda made her exit. "I can feel my big Wakandan Nipples tingling. Lucas is in trouble" thought T'Challa.

Her huge firm ebony breasts bobbing sexily under her thin, tight, translucent suit as she ran, Black Panther soon found her man in a fist fight with five men wearing ski masks and business suits in one of the server rooms

Lucas was barely holding his own as he sent two of the men to the floor but the other three were trying to ambush him. "Look out Lucas!" cried Black Panther as she literally sprang into action.

The former cop glanced over his shoulder, feeling relieved and aroused as he saw his superheroine girlfriend leap forward, driving the balls of her erotic feet into the chest of one man, sending him crashing into the other two men.

Black Panther then felled one of the men that Lucas was fighting with a right hand karate chop to the throat. Lucas decked the last man with a left uppercut to the throat.

Her huge firm breasts heaving up and down under her suit, T'Challa looked at Lucas. "Are you all right Lucas?" asked Black Panther.

"I am. Now that you're here" quipped Lucas as he saw the outlines of T'Challa's aroused nipples, areolas and cunt under her suit. She rolled her brown eyes in the slits of her hood mask.

"Stay focused my love. You know how aroused I get when you watch my Wakandan Breasts and Cunt. These men are not the same mercenaries who attacked the stock exchange" said Black Panther as she searched the unconscious men.

The Wakandan Wonder found a flash drive on one of them. " What is it?" asked Lucas. "The attack was a diversion, these men were stealing information which could crash the stock market" replied Princess T'Challa.

Before they could say anything more, Samantha Jones, the stock exchange chairman and six police officers entered the room. " Black Panther" gasped Samantha in surprise.

"Yes Miss Jones. Her Highness contacted me about this event. You are fortunate my intervention has helped thwart the true intentions of these criminals" replied Black Panther as she revealed the flash drive to them.

"Praise be to you Black Panther. You have saved us" said the chairman. Samantha said nothing. But she noticed the highly aroused state of the heroine's nipples, areolas and cunt through the fabric of thin tight translucent suit and her occasional glances at Lucas Williams.

" The super bitch is turned on by this agent. She must be his girlfriend. This information is useful to Cyclops International" thought Samantha.

One week later
Wakanda City
Wakanda, Africa
8 pm

Lucas Williams got off duty and was driving to his apartment in the southern part of the Wakandan capital. Since the incident at the stock exchange, the disturbances which had affected different parts of the city were sporadic. The former cop had no problem with letting Black Panther take credit for the successes against the still unknown criminal element orchestrating the crisis in Wakanda.

He was the only one who knew that the Black Panther was Princess T'Challa of Wakanda, his secret girlfriend. Though he knew she lived to be Black Panther, Lucas was relieved that his superheroine girlfriend was getting some time off. Just then, he got a text message on his cell phone. Lucas saw it was one of his former street informants as a cop. This one claimed to know who was behind the attack on the stock exchange.

For a brief second, Lucas thought about contacting T'Challa. "No. I can handle this myself" he resolved as he turned his car in a different direction.

10 pm

"Mmmmmmm..Mmmmmmmmm" sighed T'Challa as she relaxed in a hot tub in her private chambers in the Royal Palace. She enjoyed the feel of jets of warm water brushing against her naked voluptuous and muscular ebony body, easing the tension from her muscles after a day of royal duties as the Princess of Wakanda.

The water reaching up to her broad ebony shoulders, , T'Challa caressed her naked huge firm ebony breasts with the fingers of her right hand while simultaneously stroking the space between her huge ebony thighs with the fingers of her left hand. "Ohhhhhhh...Lucas..Ohhhhhhhhhh" sighed the Princess, her eyelids getting heavy as she felt her big puffy black nipples become hard and her black cunt become moist as she played with herself and fantasized about her boyfriend.

She was snapped back to reality when her big puffy black nipples suddenly shot to attention. "Lucas! He is in danger! There is no time to waste!" declared T'Challa as she leapt naked out of the hot tub. The Wakandan Princess ran into her bedroom, quickly donning her ceremonial necklace and pressing its centre.

As she did, T'Challa initiated her transformation into the Black Panther. Within the space of seconds, the suit made of nanomaterials garbed her voluptuous and muscular ebony body from her head to her erotic ebony feet. The suit highlighted every inch of T'Challa's muscular and voluptuous body.

It was more transparent than her other suit, the outlines of her big nipples and areolas and her well-defined cunt framed against the black fabric made from nanomaterials. Her brown eyes looking through the slits of her hood mask, the cat's ears raised above her head, Black Paanther flexed her muscular arms and legs, admiring the light and comfortable feeling of her new suit. "Whoever has harmed Lucas will know the wrath of the Black Panther!" resolved T'Challa before exiting herr chambers via a secret passageway.

11 pm

The muscles of her voluptuous ebony body accentuated against the fabric of her thin, tight translucent black nanomaterial suit; the Black Panther traversed the rooftops of decrepit buildings in the poverty infested south-eastern district of Wakanda City as she raced to the rescue of her boyfriend Lucas Williams. This was one of the districts where riots had been taking place as a result of unexpected breakdown in the delivery of key services to the people, rising unemployment and crime.

"What could Lucas have been thinking coming here without telling me? I love him but sometimes he takes too many risks and still likes to act like he's still a police officer" thought Princess T'Challa as she leapt powerfully and gracefully from one rooftop to another, searching for him. Her brown eyes widened in the slits of her hood mask as she spotted Lucas' car parked close to an abandoned building. The Black Panther alighted to the ground, landing on the balls of her erotic feet.

Her heightened sense of smell caught a strong aroma of gasoline. "Whoever's captured Lucas plans to burn this building down with him inside of it. I've got to save him!" resolved T'Challa with concern for her boyfriend's safety as she wasted no time in entering the darkened building, descending towards the basement where the scent of gasoline was strongest.

As she sprinted through the darkened basement, the Wakandan Wonder felt her famous nipples shoot to attention under her thin, tight translucent suit. She twisted her voluptuous and muscular body as a masked mercenary lunged at her with a knife. "You will not surprise me with such an amateurish effort" quipped Princess T'Challa, dropping her opponent with a left-hand karate chop to the throat. Turning around, Black Panther drove the ball of her erotic right foot into the jaw of another mercenary as he attempted to stab her from behind with his knife.

Her huge firm breasts bobbing sexily as she ran, Black Panther moved swiftly through the basement as she smelt intense gasoline fumes, saw billowing smoke and heard crackling flames coming from a boiler room ahead of her. A pair of mercenaries emerged directly in her path and opened fire with silencer-tipped Mach-10 machine gun pistols. They were shocked as the bullets bounced harmlessly off the Wakandan Wonder's awesome body, the nanomaterial fabric of her suit making her bulletproof.

"You criminals shall not succeed with your evil plans while the Black Panther lives!!" declared T'Challa as she felled both mercenaries with swift left and right karate chops to their throats. Black Panther sprinted past them, heading straight inside of the boiler room which was now fully ablaze, visibility reduced by thick clouds of smoke. "Lucas!!...Lucas!!...Can you hear me??...It is Black Panther!!..I am here to rescue you!!" cried the Princess of Wakanda as she boldly entered the burning boiler room, searching for her boyfriend.

Her concern heightened for his safety, believing she had defeated all of her enemies, her movements slowed by the thick smoke and intense flames, the Black Panther allowed herself to be lulled into complacency. Dressed in an asbestos suit to protect him from the fire and smoke, GENERAL HUGO LAMAR saw that the Wakandan Wonder was not fully paying attention to her environment and her mind was elsewhere. This was evident from emerging outlines on different parts of her thin tight translucent suit.

The veteran 70-year-old soldier, considered to be one of the Wakandan Army's foremost experts in guerilla warfare, bided his time until his unsuspecting busty, superpowered opponent drew closer and closer to where he was hiding. The Black Panther was taken totally off guard when Lamar emerged directly in front of her, through the smoke, took aim with his silencer-tipped pistol and fired several rounds. Even when he appeared in front of her, T'Challa did not take Lamar's threat seriously, knowing the nanomaterial of her suit was bulletproof.

The Princess of Wakanda was made to pay dearly for her complacency. "AAAAAAAARGH...WHAT..AAAAAAAARGH...DARTS...I AM BEING SHOT
...AAAAARGH...IN MY WIDE WAKANDAN AREOLAS...AAAAAAAAAAARGH...IN MY BIG WAKANDAN NIPPLES...AAAAAAAARGH...MY SUIT..CANNOT
PROTECT THEM AGAINST THE DARTS...AAAAAAAAAARGH..PAIN..AAAAAAAAAAARGH...AAAAAAAARGH" groaned the Black Panther, staggering backwards on the balls of her erotic feet as Lamar took no chances, expertly shooting six darts into each of her highlighted areolas and then another four into her famous nipples.

The Wakandan Wonder was surprised again as the brief, sharp shooting pains in the super erogenous summits of her huge firm ebony breasts were replaced by immense erotic arousal. Lamar smiled through the face shield of his asbestos suit as he watched the Black Panther swaying dizzily before him on the balls of her erotic feet, her sexy toes splayed through the black nanomaterial of her suit. "Uuuuuuuuuuunh...My big Wakandan Nipples...My wide Wakandan Areolas...Uuuuuuuuuuuuunh...becoming...haaaaaaaaaard...in..seconds...erotic thoughts...about Lucas...filling my head...impossible to think..about..anything...except...Uuuuuuuuh..sex...cannot remove the darts...I have been drugged in my big Wakandan Nipples...and...my wide Wakandan Areolas..." moaned T'Challa as she stared sleepily at the General.

"Correct woman...Those darts contain enhanced doses of CARFENTANIL" gloated Lamar as he loaded another clip of the tranquiliser darts into his Sasayaki tranquiliser pistol. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Did not know...my big Wakandan Nipples...and wide Wakandan Areolas...could be so susceptible to this drug...One dart...enough to tranquilise an elephant...but..Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh..shot...with 20 darts...Uuuuuuh
...tired....Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...so tired...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...have to...go to sleep..."moaned Black Panther as she dropped to the ground and sprawled out on her back in front of General Lamar, her muscular arms flung limp past her head, her long muscular legs spread wide open, her erotic feet resting on her heels, her sexy toes twitching erotically in the black nanomaterial fabric of her suit.

Lamar watched as the Top-Heavy Heroine of Wakanda's famous bust heaved with labored effort up and down, ten shiny silver darts lodged firm and deep in the super erogenous summits of her massive mounds, delivering excessive amounts of the potent tranquiliser which had comprehensively subdued superheroines in other parts of the world "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...never felt...Uuuuuuuuuuuh..so weak...aroused...tired...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Lucas...used...as bait...lured into...a trap....cannot...escape..." moaned Princess T'Challa, her brown eyes barely open in the slits of her hood mask.

"Yes...Your emotions for the agent betray you Black Panther...It is time...for you to sleep" gloated Lamar as he fired four more darts into the space between the heroine's huge thighs. "UUUUUUUUUUUUNH...MORE DARTS...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUNH...IN MY WAKANDAN CLITORIS...
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNH...PRESSURE..UUUUH...BUILDING...IN MY...UUUUH...WAKANDAN CUNT...UUUUUH...MUST NOT CUM..
UUH...OR I...UUUH..WILL BE UNCONSCIOUS...UUUH..FOR ONE DAY...UUUH...CANNOT HOLD ON...THOUGHTS OF LUCAS...UUH...SEX...UUH
TOO POWERFUL..I HAVE GOT TO...GOT TO..UUH..UUUH..UUUUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" moaned T'Challa as she was brought to an overwhelming orgasm in less than one second.

"Sleep foolish female. The Black Panther has been tamed" gloated General Lamar as he stood over the Top-Heavy Heroine of Wakanda, watching as her brown eyes slowly closed in the slits of her hood mask. Princess T'Challa of Wakanda had no choice but to agree as she felt overwhelming fatigue flood every muscle and sinew of her voluptuous ebony body and knew she would keep her word and stay unconscious for a day, knowing she had grossly underestimated her foes who were creating a crisis in Wakanda.

To be continued.