CLAW AND HONOR: TIGER CAT- CAPTURED BY KING KALALU

Jackie Jagessar, former beauty queen, successful businesswoman, poured the last of the Angostura bitters into a dark and stormy. Forty years old, but she carried herself like a woman half her age. Jackie's on the Boulevard, her restaurant on Ariapita Avenue, had just closed for the night.

The last of the soca music faded into the humid Trinidadian air. "Ma, you going out tonight?" Johnny asked, his voice laced with concern.

At eighteen, he was already taller than her, but those eyes still held a child's worry. Jackie smirked, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Duty calls, Johnny. Those missing kids aren't going to find themselves."

She gestured to the ocelot print cowl and bodysuit laid out on her bed. "Tiger Cat's got a city to protect." Johnny sighed, resignation on his face.

"Be careful, Ma. East Port of Spain and Laventille ain't no joke." "I know, baby. That's why I'm going." She winked, pulling on the bodysuit. Her bare, ebony, calloused feet padded softly on the marble floor. "Tell your father I said hello...if he calls." "He always does," Johnny muttered, already knowing Jagdeo would call.

Tiger Cat descended into her hidden underground lair beneath the penthouse. The Tiger Car, a sleek black beast of a machine, hummed to life at her touch. She punched in the coordinates for East Port of Spain. The night air was thick with the smell of salt and something else, something acrid and dangerous.

She found her first lead near Nelson Street, a group of gangsters huddled around a burning oil drum. "Where are the kids?" she growled, landing silently behind them. The gangsters whirled, surprise turning to fear. "We don't know nothin', Tigress," one stammered.

"Don't lie to me," she snarled, grabbing him by the collar. "King Kalalu. Is he involved?" The gangster's eyes widened. "I ain't sayin' nothin'." Tiger Cat slammed him against the wall. "Wrong answer." The other gangsters scattered, but she was too fast.

A few punches, a few kicks, and they were all writhing on the ground. "Kalalu's hiding in Sea Lots, abandoned factory," one gasped. The factory loomed in the darkness, a skeletal structure against the night sky. Inside, King Kalalu waited, surrounded by his thugs.

"Tiger Cat," Kalalu sneered, stepping into the light. "I've been expecting you." He was a mountain of a man, his eyes cold and cruel. "Where are the children, Kalalu?" He laughed, a deep, guttural sound.

"They're being taken care of." With a flourish, he threw a handful of powder at her chest. Tiger Cat gasped. A strange heat bloomed across her skin. Her nipples hardened, aching for attention. Her clitoris throbbed, slick with sudden arousal.

"What did you do to me?" she hissed, her voice trembling. Kalalu grinned. "A little something to…persuade you." His thugs grabbed her, pinning her arms. A chloroform-soaked cloth pressed against her face.

Her eyelids fluttered, her eyes rolled into the slits of her cowl mask. The toes of her ebony bare calloused feet flexed frantically, tensed suddenly, then relaxed slowly as she succumbed to unconsciousness.

Hours later, she awoke, naked save for her cowl mask. Her breasts throbbed, her nipples raw. A wave of nausea washed over her as she remembered the injections. Needles piercing her big dark brown nipples to make her drowsy.

The pain, the humiliation... She felt her clitoris ache, her anus burn. Gigantic orgasms...powerfully lactating...before blacking out. Her hands and bare feet were bound, the ropes digging into her skin.

She was adrift in a rotting boat, wearing only her cowl mask...her naked voluptuous and muscular ebony body....naked huge firm ebony breasts...broad hard dark brown areolas...big puffy hard erect and bullet-shaped dark brown nipples...her thick glossy black pubic bush...her big hard wet and excited dark brown clitoris throbbing....the Gulf of Paria stretching out before her.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...feel...dizzy...weak...sleepy...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...but must get free" moaned Tiger Cat in panic and pleasure.

With a surge of adrenaline, she fought against the ropes, the rough fibers tearing at her skin. Finally, she was free. She plunged into the water, the cold shock jolting her awake. She swam back to the factory, fueled by rage and a burning desire for revenge. Kalalu was still there, celebrating his victory. Tiger Cat burst through the door, a whirlwind of fury.

"You!" Kalalu roared, scrambling to his feet. She didn't give him a chance. A series of punches and kicks, each blow precise and powerful, sent him crashing to the ground.

His thugs were no match for her. She tied them all up, gagged them, and made an anonymous call to the police. Then, she dressed, disappearing into the night.

Back in her penthouse, Jackie showered, scrubbing away the grime and violation. She changed into a silk robe and walked into the living room where Johnny was waiting for her.

"Ma? What happened?" His eyes searched her face, anxiety etched on his features. Jackie sat down, taking a deep breath. "It was Kalalu, Johnny. He's behind it. I found him, dealt with him."

She left out the details of her torture, unable to bring herself to speak of it. Johnny wrapped his arms around her.
"You're okay, Ma. That's all that matters." Jackie held him tight, drawing strength from his embrace. Tiger Cat had faced another challenge, another darkness. And she had emerged, scarred but unbroken, ready to fight again

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