FBI Special Agent...CHARLIE MORRISON...took another sip from the cup of black coffee in his right hand...as he sat in front of a computer monitor ...examining the video footage of the city's Mardi Gras celebrations over the last 24 hours. Charlie was vaguely aware that the sun was already up...having been at this task for several hours since arriving in New Orleans. The reason he was here in the Big Easy during its most festive season was due to two women. T'CHALLA...Princess of the African nation of Wakanda...an old college friend of his...who sought his help after some top secret mining technology was stolen from her country by a masked white mercenary who was codenamed THE GAZELLE.
The other woman...was Wakanda's legendary champion superwoman...THE BLACK PANTHER...who served as T'Challa's bodyguard and special agent...who had come to New Orleans to recover the stolen technology and bring the thieves to justice. Their cause was common as the FBI was also pursuing the same criminals...who were believed to have stolen the mining technology for more nefarious purposes. The FBI suspected that these criminals were conducting their operations under the cover of the DEVERAUX CORPORATION...a seemingly legitimate company...whose top emissary...BRYCE MONROE was in Wakanda at the same time the Gazelle was.
Charlie arranged for the Black Panther to enter New Orleans under an assumed alias...and shortly after her arrival...the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat had made contact with him. As he studied the video footage...the FBI agent had a photo of the Black Panther on the table in front of him. She had the most amazing body that he had ever seen on a woman. Her body was simultaneously voluptuous and muscular...every curve...every muscle...highlighted against the thin skin tight black bodysuit that she wore. For reasons which he couldn't explain...Charlie found himself comparing the Black Panther's body to that of Princess T'Challa...who he had a crush on for years...while they were at college together. T'Challa was a beautiful woman...and while he never saw her naked...Charlie suspected her body was as awesome as the Black Panther's.
As he pondered those thought...an image caught his attention from the CCTV video footage that was playing out on the screen directly of images of the Mardi Gras celebrations 24 hours ago. Tapping the keyboard in front of him...Charlie replayed the footage and saw an image of the Black Panther...her voluptuous and muscular body framed against her thin skin tight black bodysuit...walking powerfully and confidently through the streets of the French Quarter...that were filled with costumed and non-costumed revellers. "To anyone else...she could've been just another person in costume for Mardi Gras......Black Panther decided to use the cover of the festivities to follow her lead without raising suspicion...Smart move" thought Charlie as he continued to watch the footage.
The FBI agent continued to watch the images of the Wakandan Wonder playing out on the screen before him...admiring the rhythmic sway of her huge firm breasts...framed against the fabric of her black bodysuit which was like a second skin...as she walked through the crowds of Mardi Gras revellers and spectators...dismissing some drunken teenage boys...until she entered the ground floor of a building...where Madame Dubois' fortune teller business was located. There were no images of the Black Panther for several minutes as the video footage continued to play on the screen before him.
Then Charlie saw her again...but this time...something was different. "What the hell?" remarked Charlie...as he saw the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat...being dragged out of the building...two men in costume and masks on either side of her...holding her muscular arms...taking turns in fondling her huge firm breasts as they carried her through the crowded streets of the French Quarter...as she wiggled in their grasp. As he continued to view the footage...he saw each of the two men on either side of the Wakandan Wonder...intermittently...place a cotton pad over the part of her hood where he suspected her nose and mouth were located...then remove it...as they carried her through the crowd. He watched the Black Panther shake her head from side to side...each time the pad was removed.
"Black Panther must be doing an act...From her file...She's a skilled combatant...The hero lady's probably feigning submission...going along with those crooks...to protect innocent bystanders...and find the location of the stolen technology...so she can call in the cavalry...T'Challa's bodyguard's got this" thought Charlie...believing all of this to be part of the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat's plan. However the next scenes which played out on the screen before him caused the FBI agent to completely change his assessment of what he had been viewing. He watched as the Black Panther was brought to a street where a 1950 Cadillac limousine..by the two costumed thugs.
They were led by an old white woman...who Charlie deduced was Madame Dubois...the person who Black Panther had come to New Orleans to find. He watched as crowd of male and female spectators gathered near to the classic car...and openly cheered as the Wakandan Wonder gyrated frantically...as the top of her huge firm breasts were violently pinched by one thug...while another simultaneously rubbed her between her large thighs. Tapping the keyboard in front of him...Charlie sharpened the resolution of the images on the screen to get a better look at what was happening. Zooming in closer...the FBI agent was shocked to see that the Black Panther's large nipples were in highly aroused...poking through the fabric of her thin skin tight black bodysuit...and were being violently pinched by one costumed thug.
Equally shocking for him...was the distinct camel toe that had formed between her large thighs...and was simultaneously being rubbed by another thug in costume. "Great Scott!...Black Panther's not putting on an act!...She's in real trouble!!...No matter how much she struggles...She can't get free...There has to be something about those huge breasts of hers...prime targets under that black bodysuit of hers...and the way they've gotten her turned on...This intelligence wasn't in the file...This could only mean that she's got some kind of weakness to sex..." thought Charlie as he watched the video footage play out on the screen...with the crowd of spectators cheering and filming her with their cell phones...as she was tortured in what to Charlie seemed the most painful but simultaneously...the most erotic.
As the FBI agent continued to watch the video footage of the Black Panther being erotically tortured as she struggled wildly in the grips of two costumed thugs...in front of an audience of Mardi Gras revellers in and out of costume...he could not help but find himself slowly becoming highly aroused. Charlie felt his dick stiffening sharply as he watched the large nipples of the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat being squeezed through her thin skin tight black garb. He observed her brown eyes rapidly fluttering in the slits of her black hood...movement of the fabric just below her eyes...in the part of the hood he guessed covered her mouth...suggesting that she was trying to plea for help but was being ignored.
Adjusting the angle...he saw the distinct camel toe between the Black Panther's large thighs being rubbed by one of the thugs...faster...and faster....and found himself wishing he was the one doing that to her. Charlie kept watching the video footage...with increasing interest and arousal...as he saw the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat...writhing frantically...unable to free herself...as her large nipples were stone hard and erect...being violently pinched by one thug...while the second thug kept vigorously rubbing the camel toe between her large thighs. the FBI agent kept watching as the Black Panther kept struggling ...until she made one final surge in the grips of the two thugs abusing her...until her voluptuous and muscular body went limp.
He watched as her head sagged between her huge firm breasts...as the thug behind her kept squeezing her large nipples through her garb. Charlie felt a combination of sympathy...and arousal as he watched the Wakandan Wonder's brown eyes fluttering rapidly within the slits of her black hood...as her head reeled with dizziness...as she felt her large stone hard and erect nipples still being pinched by the costumed thug behind her...while the costumed thug in front of her... lightly rubbed the wet spot where the camel toe was visible between her large thighs. "I can't believe it...This is not an act...Black Panther's got a weakness for sex...This was a trap...and she fell right into it" thought Charlie...suppressing an orgasm...as he watched the images on the screen before him.
For some reason which the FBI agent could not explain...he found himself thinking about his old college friend...T'Challa...who was the Princess of Wakanda...and the employer of the Black Panther. Or was she? Charlie cast his mind back to his college days...and remembered that T'Challa was very beautiful...her body was shapely but also athletic and strong. He found himself comparing the Black Panther's body type to Princess T'Challa's. "Nobody knows who the Black Panther is...except that she's T'Challa's unseen bodyguard...Nobody's ever seen them together in public...Is it possible?...Could it be?" wondered Charlie as he watched the Wakandan Wonder being placed into the back of the limousine and being driven away in it.
Undisclosed location
Louisiana bayous
9 am
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuh" moaned BAYOU BELLE...the buxom Cajun Superwoman as she slowly regained consciousness...recalling the events which brought her to this point. Hours earlier...she was having dinner in the form of her regular identity...social worker LOUISE DAMBIER...with Sheriff DAN SUMMERS...in the bayou town of Charcot Parrish...before she stepped barefoot into her swamp domain...and transformed into her scantily clad super powered identity...to find out what evil was going on in the bayous. Dan told her that the inhabitants of the bayous...the SWAMP BILLIES...had been acting strange in recent days...and he was convinced that something was taking place deep in the bayous but he could not find out what it was. Little did he know that his friend Louise was the brave...beauteous and busty Bayou Belle...who had the strength of ten alligators...and that she had volunteered to help him.
"I'm feelin...hardness...in muh Bayou Nipples...reckon only one thing kin do that...Cooter Jones an his boys poured lots o moonshine on em...Them Swamp Billies know all bout muh Bayou Breasts...an how tuh beat me...Uuuuuuuh...I'm feelin ah real sore in muh Bayou Breasts too...Cooter an his boys must a been playing with em...while I was out fer a spell.." sighed the buxom Cajun superwoman as she slowly came to...feeling the lingering hardness in her big brown nipples and her large tanned bust. Feeling a draft of cold air against her chest...Bayou Belle looked down to make a startling discovery. "Them darn Swamp Billies...takin off muh top while ah was a sleepin...muh Bayou Breasts are naked...Dan was right bout some funny business happening in the bayous" sighed the buxom Cajun heroine...as he head reeled with dizziness from the effects of the moonshine on her bust and the soreness in her hard and erect brown nipples.
Her blue eyes wide with surprise behind the slits of her white Mardi Gras mask...which covered the upper part of her beauteous face...as she realised her sleeveless white halter top had been removed while she was unconscious. The buxom Cajun superwoman tried to get up but soon discovered her hands were bound behind her back with strong ropes and another set of ropes bound her ankles together. "Uuuuuuh...muh Bayou Nipples...they're hard as an a gator's hide...Where have Cooter an the Swamp Billies taken me...I'm too weak to git free" blurted the Cajun heroine. At that moment...a figure loomed over her...and Bayou Belle looked up...in surprise and awe of the person who was standing over her. She was like no woman she had ever seen before. The mysterious woman had a voluptuous and muscular body that was clad in a black garb which was like a second skin.
Every curve...every contour of her body was framed against the fabric of the black garb. Bayou Belle noticed the woman's head...was covered in a black hood with a pair of cat's ears perking up on top of it. Her eyes were tightly closed in the slits of the black hood...as her head sagged between her huge firm breasts. The busty Cajun superwoman found herself slightly jealous of this woman's bust...noticing they were capped by large nipples...that were hard and erect...poking through the thin fabric of her black garb. She also noticed a distinct camel toe between the woman's large thighs...as she stood motionless...like a statue watching down on her. For reasons which she could not explain...Bayou Belle felt a strange kinship with the mysterious woman standing before her like a living statue. "Her nipples an her cunt are hard...like she's under a spell...Who is she?...Is she a heroine...like me?...Is she a prisoner?...I got to find out" thought Bayou Belle....as she looked at the living statue that was the Black Panther...Champion Heroine of Wakanda.
However as she pondered those thoughts...the brown eyes of the Black Panther suddenly snapped open in the slits of the black hood which covered her head...and with lightning speed...she pounced atop the startled Bayou Belle...pinning her flat on her back to the wooden floor of the log cabin they were in...hidden deep in the vast swamplands of Louisiana...which were Bayou Belle's domain.
"NO!!!!...AIEEEEEEEEE!!!!...YOU'RE A SQUEEZIN MUH BAYOU BREASTS!!!!...AIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!...THAT'S THE SOURCE O MUH SUPER POWERS....AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!...THEY'RE STILL WEAK FROM THE MOONSHINE...AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!...STOP...AIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!...NOT MUH BAYOU NIPPLES...AIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!...THAT HURTS A SOMETHIN FIERCE...NO!!!...NO!!!...AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
...AIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!...AIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!....AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!' screamed the top heavy Cajun superwoman...wiggling helplessly on the floor of the cabin...unable to break the ropes binding her hands and her erotic bare tanned feet...as her ample bust was ruthlessly assaulted by the Black Panther...whose brown eyes glared without mercy at her helpless victim.
However her pleas fell on deaf ears as the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat stuck to her task of assaulting Bayou Belle's exposed massive tanned bust... especially targeting her big brown nipples that were hard and erect from the moonshine. "NO!!!!...AIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!...PLEASE STOP...AIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!...I'M GETTIN WEAK!!!...AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!...YOU MUST BE...AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
...THE ONE SWAMP BILLIES TALKED ABOUT...AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!...THE BLACK CAT LADY...AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!...YOU BEHIND WHAT'S GOIN ON IN THE SWAMP...AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!... I'M GONNA GIT FREE...AN STOP YOU...AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!...AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! screamed Bayou Belle as she wiggled helplessly under the weight of the Wakandan Wonder as she mercilessly abused her large firm tanned bust.As if in response to the threat from the buxom Cajun Superwoman...Black Panther shoved her right hand down the middle of Bayou Belle's skimpy blue jean cut offs...easily finding what she was looking for.
"AAAAAAAH...NO...AAAAAAAAAAAAH...NOT MUH BAYOU CUNT...AAAH...AAAAAAAAAH....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH...NEVER BEEN TOUCHED...
LIKE...THIS...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH...GITTING...TIRED..." complained the buxom Cajun Superwoman...as the Wakandan Wonder...vigorously rubbed her wet and aching cunt. Her untimely admission...caused the Black Panther to intensify her rubbing of the captured Cajun heroine's aching cunt...which had been abused earlier by the Swamp Billies she had gone to question about mysterious goings on in the swamps of Louisiana. "NO....AAAAAAAAAAH...YOU CRIMINAL...AAAAAAAAAAH...RUBBING MUH BAYOU CUNT...AAAAAAAAAAH...NEVER BEEN TOUCHED LIKE THIS...
AAAAAAAAH...BY MAN OR WOMAN...AAAAAAAAAAAH...I'M GOING TO...GOING TO...AAH...AAAH...AAAAH...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
moaned Bayou Belle...her curvaceous and muscular tanned body surging upwards...and then collapsing flat on the wooden floor beneath her...as the Black Panther brought her to an almighty orgasm...and she blacked out in less than one second.
As the buxom Cajun Superwoman surrendered to unconsciousness on the wooden floor of the cabin...thin streams of milk oozing out of her hard and erect big brown nipples...and a distinct wet spot in the middle of her blue cut off jeans...which ended on the upper part of her shapely thighs...the Black Panther stood up and assumed her heroic pose. Her hands balled into fists resting lightly on either side of her wide curvy waist... her erotic feet resting flat on the wooden floor...her long muscular legs spread slightly apart...her huge firm bust thrust forward with confidence...a glassy vacant stare in her brown eyes in the slits of her black hood...as another figure approached her from behind...admiring the topless and unconscious Bayou Belle...lying on the floor...her hands tied behind her back with ropes...her erotic bare tanned feet...bound together at her shapely ankles...with another set of ropes. "Well done super black bitch...Bayou Belle was the only one in these parts who could ruin our plans...You did well to knock her out" sneered Madame Dubois as she stood behind the Wakandan Wonder and fondled her large hard and erect nipples...poking through the black fabric of her thin tight bodysuit.
"Yes...Mistress" replied the Black Panther as she looked down at the unconscious Bayou Belle who lay at her erotic feet. However as she gazed upon the masked and topless Cajun heroine...strange thoughts began to filter into the Wakandan Wonder's mind. "But...Mistress...this woman...she wears...a mask...She...must... must be...a heroine...like me...Why...Why...have I done this...to her?...I was...under...a spell...Great...Panther God...I must....act...now..." said T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda as she briefly came out of the trance which Madame Dubois had placed her in. However once again...the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat...gave the evil white fortune teller an opportunity to thwart her bid for freedom. "You shall do nothing!" declared Madame Dubois as her gnarled fingers seized hold of T'Challa's large hard and erect nipples...that were poking through the thin skin tight black fabric of her bodysuit and gave them a sharp twist.
"No...Oh no...UUUUUUUUUUNH....UUUUUUUUUUUUNH....UUUUUUUUUUUUNNH" cried the Black Panther as her large virgin...hard and erect nipples were savagely twisted and rapidly rotated in a clockwise direction by the evil white fortune teller. "You are falling back under my control...Think of your precious policeman...Lucas Williams...He is squeezing your big tits...You want him to do this...You want to be his slave" instructed Madame Dubois. "UUUUUUH....YES...LUCAS...WANT HIS HANDS...ON MY HUGE WAKANDAN BREASTS...UUUUUUUUUH...WANT HIS FINGERS...TO PLAY...WITH MY LARGE WAKANDANNIPPLES...MAKE...THEM...SO...H...HH..HHH...AAAAAAAAAR...D...UUUUUUUUUUNH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUNH" blurted T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda...as her eyelids began heavier and heavier in the slits of her black hood as she slipped back into the trance that Madame Dubois had placed her in.
Seeing Black Panther was succumbing...the evil white fortune...kept fondling the Wakandan Wonder's large virgin...hard and erect nipples through her thin skin tight...black bodysuit with the fingers of her right hands...while lowering her left hand...between Princess T'Challa's huge open thighs...as she stood sleepily over the unconscious and topless Bayou Belle. UUUUUUUNH...NO...UUUUUUUUUUNH...I AM BEING...UUUUUUUUUUUNH...FINGERED...UUUUUUUUNH...IN MY WAKANDAN...CUUUUUUNT...UUUUUUUUUUUUUNH...GREAT PANTHER GOD...UUUUUUUUUUNH...I MUST SUCCUMB ...I...MUST...UUUH...UUUUH...UUUUUH...UUUUUUUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
UUUUUNH" moaned the Black Panther as Madame Dubois for--d her into a powerful orgasm again. Madame Dubois smiled as she watched the head of the Wakandan Wonder sag between her huge firm breasts...that were capped at their summits by large ...hard and erect nipples...that were bullet shaped...poking through the thin skin tight fabric of her black bodysuit.
"Now...You shall obey me...like a good super black bitch...Do you understand?" asked Madame Dubois rhetorically as she fondled T'Challa's aroused...hard and erect...large Wakandan Nipples. "Yes...I am your slave...again...I must...obey" agreed the Black Panther...in a sleepy and docile voice as the gnarled fingers of the evil white fortune teller cast an erotic spell on her large...hard and erect...virgin Wakandan Nipples. "Good...You came here...all the way from Africa...to bring my employers to justice...but your arrival was anticipated...and now you have been defeated and captured..." sneered Madame Dubois. "Yes...Never before...have I suffered defeat...Your employers have studied me intimately...discovered my weaknesses...expertly used them to subdue me...I am...a super heroine...who has now become...a super...slave..." sighed T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda in a submissive tone. "Good now hear and obey their commands" instructed Madame Dubois.
"That is correct super black bitch...You are now the property of the Deveraux Corporation" said Madame Dubois as she stroked T'Challa's hard...aroused...and sexy summits. "Yes...I belong...to...the Deveraux...Corporation..." replied the jaded Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat...her brown eyes barely open in the slits of her black hood... glazed with sleep...her mind clouded with erotic fantasies of Wakandan police officer Lucas Williams...her head bowed between her huge firm Wakandan Breasts...as Madame Dubois kept her in a hypnotic trance by fondling her large virgin...hard and erect black...Wakandan Nipples. "Excellent...and you must serve the Deveraux Corporation...obey the commands of your employer without question" commanded the evil white fortune teller. "Yes...I...must...obey...the...Deveraux...Corporation" replied T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda. "Good now listen...and obey their commands" instructed Madame Dubois....as she gave Black Panther her orders.
New Orleans
Louisiana
Noon
FBI Special Agent Charlie Morrison was now completely convinced that the Black Panther...special bodyguard of his friend...Princess T'Challa of Wakanda was in big trouble. After scanning through more of the closed circuit television footage he was able to get his hands on...Charlie saw images of the same limousine that the Wakandan Wonder had been placed in...arrive on the waterfront. He saw Black Panther...being carried out of the back of the car...by two costumed thugs...taken along a wooden pier...and loaded aboard an airboat. Also boarding the vessel was Madame Dubois...the person of interest that the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat had come to New Orleans to see...but had now played a role in the trap that she had fallen into. As the unconscious Black Panther was taken aboard the airboat...the video footage again clearly showed her large...hard and erect nipples...atop her huge firm breasts...and a very distinct camel toe...between her large thighs...confirming to him that the Wakandan Wonder's erogenous body parts were her weakness.
The footage also confirmed to Charlie a longstanding suspicion he had...which he could not convince his superiors at the FBI of. That something sinister was afoot in the bayous of Louisiana...the Deveraux Corporation was behind it...and using the Mardi Gras festivities as a cover for whatever nefarious scheme they were planning...that involved the stolen mining technology from Wakanda. "The swamps are vast...endless...I could take a whole SWAT team in there...and never find out what plans Deveraux has in store...especially for the Black Panther..." thought Charlie...who felt guilty for the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat being captured.
As these feelings welled up inside of him...as the images of the unconscious and helpless Black Panther played out in his mind...Charlie thought about his friend...Princess T'Challa of Wakanda. "No...I can't give up!...I have to save the Black Panther...it's my duty as an FBI agent...and my responsibility as T'Challa's friend..." resolved Charlie as he poured over the map of the vast swamplands of Louisiana...and his eyes zeroed in on the bayou town of Charcot Parrish. "I have a hunch that's a good place to start" said Charlie with determination.
Undisclosed location
Louisiana bayous
1 pm
Seated at the controls of an airboat...the Black Panther steered the vessel slowly through the murky green waters of the vast swamplands of Louisiana. Her brown eyes were barely open in the slits of her black hood which covered her head....her large virgin nipples were hard erect and bullet shaped...poking through the fabric of her thin skin tight black bodysuit. There was a distinct camel toe between her large thighs...effectively keeping her trapped in a deep state of hypnosis. She was not aware that she was T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda...on a mission to New Orleans to retrieve stolen mining technology from her African homeland...which could tilt the balance of world power...if it fell into the wrong hands. "You are the slave of the Deveraux Corporation...You must do whatever the Corporation orders..." said the voice of Madame Dubois in her head...over and over again.
"Yes...I belong to...the Deveraux Corporation...I...must...obey" said the Black Panther...who was deep in a stupor of sex and sleep...hypnotised by Madame Dubois...through expert erotic manipulation of the virgin erogenous zones of her voluptuous and muscular body...that was well highlighted against the fabric of her thin skin tight black bodysuit...which have her the look of jungle cat. However...in her stupor of sex and sleep...T'Challa...Princess of Wakanda...had forgotten why she had come to New Orleans...about her duties to her people...about her responsibilities as the Black Panther. All the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat could think about...was erotic thoughts about the handsome Wakandan police officer Lucas Williams...touching her huge firm breasts...caressing her large virgin nipples...and exploring the innermost regions of her virgin cunt.
In this state...the Black Panther was a slave to powerful criminal forces...who were intent on using her to achieve their own nefarious objectives...which were as yet unknown to her. Lying on the deck of the airboat directly before the hypnotised Wakandan Wonder...the famed Cajun Superwoman...Bayou Belle was just as helpless to what was going on. She lay flat on her back...her large tanned mounds exposed...rising and falling gently...as she lay in a drugged state...her erotic bare tanned feet bound together by her shapely ankles with rope...while her hands were bound behind her back...at the wrists...with rope. Her famed large tanned Bayou Breasts drugged with moonshine...physically assaulted in her bust and her cunt by the Black Panther and the Swamp Billies... the famous Cajun Superwoman...rose and fell slowly...with each breath that she took...indicating that she was in a deep sleep...and totally helpless to prevent what lay in store for her...at the hands of the hypnotised Black Panther...and the criminals who were in control of the Wakandan Wonder.
Charcot Parrish
1.30 pm
Sheriff Dan Summers was in his office with Anna Lise...a young teenage girl who was a friend to him and resident social worker Louise Dambier...when he had an unexpected visitor. Hearing a wind up outside...the sheriff was surprised to see a helicopter bearing the insignia of the FBI...touch down on the soft earth outside of the modest wooden building which housed his office. "What in darnation?" gasped Dan in surprise as a man in a green FBI jacket and green fatigues...his sidearm framed against the left side of his jacket...barge into the office. "Sheriff Summers...Charlie Morrison...FBI...I need your assistance on an urgent matter of national security!" declared Charlie...making his intentions clear. Regaining his composure...after the surprise entrance made by the FBI agent...Sheriff Dan Summers got out of his chair and walked slowly towards his unexpected visitors...and looked him straight in the eye. "Mister...I don't care who you are...but this here's my town...my jurisdiction...You better have a good reason for storming in here like this" said Dan.
"Like I said Sheriff...This is matter of national security...Normally I wouldn't break FBI protocols but this is different...several days ago...some top secret technology was stolen from one of our allies...the African nation of Wakanda...that country's champion super heroine...the Black Panther was working with us to locate the criminals responsible for the theft...we believe their base of operations to be in the swamps of Louisiana...we lost contact with the Black Panther...and our intelligence tells us that she has been captured by these criminals and taken into the swamps...to their base" explained Charlie. Dan listened intently to the FBI agent's words and looked at the young Cajun girl Anna Lise. "I think the monsieur is tellin the truth Sheriff...He sounds like he knows what he's a doing" she replied.
"Okay Mr Agent Man...Let's say I believe you...The bayous are endless...stretching for miles...you and an army of FBI folk...would never find anyone hiding in the bayous if they don't want to be found...I've lived in Charcot Parrish all my life...That's a fact in these here parts" said Dan. "So is Bayou Belle" replied Charlie...causing Sheriff Dan and Anna Lise to do a double take...as the name of the Cajun Superwoman was mentioned. "What's your interest in Bayou Belle?...She's not broken any laws" said Dan. "Oui...An she's helped lots of folks in these parts..." added Anna Lise. "That's why I need to find her...We know she helped shutdown a major bootlegging operation some years ago...and that she operates in these areas...our field office has reports from the police in New Orleans about wanted felons found tied up and bound on the edges of the swamps...all claiming to have been beaten up by a masked woman.
As he listened... Sheriff Dan could sense a certain honesty in Charlie's voice...with a touch of concern for the Black Panther woman that he mentioned. He often felt the same way about Bayou Belle...and was grateful to her for saving his life on a few occasions. "All right Agent Morrison...You made your case...You got my help...but finding Bayou Belle is not going to be easy...we don't exactly have a way of finding her...it's not like folks in these here parts got her number in the yellow pages" said Sheriff Dan. The Cajun teenager Anna Lise who had been listening to both men talk...knew that
Bayou Belle was social worker Louise Dambier...and suspected that the Cajun Superwoman was already on the trail of the criminals that the FBI was after. "I know the bayous pretty good myself...I think I know where Bayou Belle could be..." said Anna Lise to both men. "Great...Let's go" said Charlie. "Best we go on first...We'll take my airboat...You can call your boys in later..." said Sheriff Dan...as the trio headed out of the door of the Sheriff's Office.
Louisiana bayous
2 pm
FBI agent Charlie Morrison stood on the bow of the airboat...next to the pretty Cajun teenager Anna Lise...while Sheriff Dan Summers sat at the controls...steering the vessel through the channels of the vast swamplands which surrounded the town of Charcot Parrish...and others like it deep inside Louisiana...as they conducted
a bold search for the area's famous super heroine...Bayou Belle...in the hopes that she could help rescue the Black Panther...Heroine of Wakanda...from the criminal elements who Charlie suspected were using the bayous as a base of operations...and in the middle of conducting some nefarious business with the use of mining technology that had been stolen from the Black Panther's homeland...back in Africa. "Don't fret none Mr Charlie...If anyone's can help yer Black Pantha girlfriend...it's Bayou Belle..." Anna Lise assured him.
"What?...No...She's not my girlfriend..." replied Charlie. "Oui...She be that...I kin hear it in your voice...You not be risking your life out here in the bayous if you not love the Black Pantha" countered Anna Lise. "Don't bother arguing Agent Morrison...Cajun girls got a good sense for them things..." said Sheriff Dan. Charlie was about to argue...but then his mind wandered back to his friend...Princess T'Challa of Wakanda...who he had a secret crush on...and the images of the Black Panther being captured and erotically tortured on the CCTV footage. "Damn!...That girl's pretty sharp for her age..." thought the FBI agent as he cast a brief look at the buxom Cajun teenage girl...who was scanning the environment around them...Using her expert tracker skills.
As he tightened his grip on his M-16 assault rifle....Charlie thought about Princess T'Challa...who he had known since college. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever since...and her intelligence...wit...and charm were like no one else's. They had quickly become friends...but because she was royalty...their relationship never went any further than that. Charlie always knew he had feelings for the Princess of Wakanda...but never dared to act on them...in the years that followed...as he joined the Bureau and she returned to her African homeland...to carry out her role as heiress to the throne. He remembered seeing the reports that the Bureau had on the Black Panther...not too long after T'Challa returned to Wakanda...and often wondered who she was.
Remembering the footage he had seen of the Black Panther being captured...and erotically abused by Madame Dubois and her minions...Charlie still couldn't get the uncanny similarities that the voluptuous and muscular body of the Wakandan Wonder...had with T'Challa. He had never seen her naked...or even partially clothed...but often thought she had a great body. Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind...Charlie moved to the pilot's seat...where Sheriff Dan Summers...sat...steering the boat through the maze of trees and sand bars in the murky waters of the Louisiana swamps.
"Don't worry Agent Morrison...Anna Lise's a good tracker...only Bayou Belle's better...If anyone can track your Black Panther girlfriend...it's young Anna Lise there" assured Dan...seeing the concern in the FBI agent's eyes. The Sheriff silently knew all too well what that feeling was like...having often worried about Bayou Belle's safety when she went up alone against criminals in the remote parts of the bayous. Despite her super powers...Dan always worried about her...because he cared. This was not lost on Charlie.
"I know...How about you Sheriff?...What's the deal with you and Bayou Belle?...Our database says she showed up not too long after you took up your job..." said Charlie. Dan was taken off guard by the FBI agent's question. He had secret feelings for the buxom Cajun Superwoman...rivalling his own likeness for social worker Louise Dambier. As he was trying to figure out how to respond to Charlie's question...he was saved by the voice of the beauteous Cajun teenager Anna Lise. "Sherriff Dan...Agent Charlie...Look over yonder..." said the alert Cajun teenage girl. Looking in the direction that Anna Lise was pointing with her right index finger...Charlie and Sheriff Dan...noticed another airboat several feet away from them...through the trees...bushes...and sand bars of the bayous. The Black Panther was piloting the vessel...while on the deck before the Wakandan Wonder...lay Bayou Belle...hands and erotic bare tanned feet bound...her large tanned bust exposed...its glorious mounds rising and falling slowly as she lay unconscious on the deck of that airboat.
"It's the Black Panther!" gasped Charlie. "And Bayou Belle!...An looks like she's in a heap of trouble..." added Sheriff Dan. "Come on!...Let's go after them!" cried the FBI agent...his concern for the Wakandan Wonder's safety heightened by the sight of her. However before the Sheriff could act on Charlie's urge...the Cajun teenager Anna Lise intervened. "Non...Your Black Panther friend...She be under a spell...I kin see her nipples are a might hard under...Sure sign of a spell cast on women in these parts..." she told both men. Charlie was about to dismiss her...when Sheriff Dan spoke out. "Anna Lise knows what she's talking about Agent Morrison...The bayous are a strange place...Lots of things hold sway here...not like out in the world...You friend ain't herself...an Bayou Belle's in big trouble...Never seen her helpless like that..." said Dan. "Damn it...She's getting away from us...We got to do something" cried Charlie...as he saw Black Panther's airboat getting further away from them.
"You friend don't know the bayous like I do...We kin git ahead of them...and ambush them...I know a way..." said Anna Lise. "Guide the way Anna Lise...I'm cutting the engine...We got to row from this point on" agreed Sheriff Dan. As he cut the airboat's engine...he handed a wooden oar to Charlie. "Sheriff...This is insane..." argued Charlie. "No Agent Morrison...This is the best way to help Bayou Belle...an your Black Panther friend...So get to rowing" said Dan as he stood on the port side of the airboat...with one oar. "This plan of yours better work Sheriff...We must not fail" replied Charlie as he took the second oar from the Sheriff...and took up position on the starboard side of the airboat. Charlie and Sherriff Dan made long smooth strokes with the oars...while Anna Lise squatted on the bow of the airboat...whispering directions to them.
Silently...they rowed their airboat...using the tall reeds of the bayous for cover...as they inched closer to the airboat being piloted by the Black Panther.
Soon...the trio was drifting slowly...parallel to the Black Panther's airboat. Charlie was close enough to admire the voluptuous and muscular body ot the Jumbo Chested Jungle Cat...that was framed against the thin skin tight fabric of her black bodysuit. He was close enough to see her large hard and erect Wakandan Nipples poking through the thin skin tight black fabric of her bodysuit...and observe that she appeared to be oblivious to all that was happening around her...or even where she was. This convinced Charlie that Anna Lise was right. The Black Panther was not herself...but had somehow been mentally conditioned...to serve her captors.
Nodding to Sheriff Dan...Charlie set his oar down quietly on the deck of their airboat...and readied himself...as the airboat being piloted by the hypnotised Black Panther...drew closer to them. Tensing his muscles...the FBI agent steeled himself...waiting...until the Black Panther steered her airboat...with Bayou Belle...lying topless...bound and unconscious...on the deck before her...right past the airboat he...Sheriff Dan...and Anna Lise were on...hidden amongst some tall reeds that were indigenous to the swamps of Lousiana. Sheriff Dan and Anna Lise watched as Charlie leapt...with great resolve...off of their vessel and towards the oncoming airboat...being piloted by the Black Panther...who had no idea what was about to happen.
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